You’d rather not do anything in front of Abbie, but you’ll have to do something to keep Emily from going crazy (or at least crazier), right? And you need Abbie to give you a ride. Maybe you can be quiet in Emily’s bedroom

“Hmmm… wha?…” you mumble as Abbie shakes you. You struggle out of bed, yawning and rubbing your eyes. “OK. I’m coming. Just a second.” before you stagger to the bathroom. You pee and wash your hands. Then splash your face with cold water to try to wake up.

Abbie is waiting outside the bathroom door. She hurries you into her car, you give her the address, and she starts driving. “This would be immense if it really were true, you know that, right? I mean the fact that magic is real. Not that you might have turned your teacher into a deranged cougar who tried to abduct you for sex.”

You nod. “I really haven’t had much time to think about that. I’ve been kind of busy dealing with Ms Fellows. Yeah, it is a big deal. But… you still don’t believe magic works? Even after I put myself into your dreams?”

She purses her lips and considers that. “I thought about it some more. It’s still possible that was some kind of trick. I’ve seen magic acts like that, and I couldn’t explain them either. But that doesn’t mean they were real magic.”

“And if you see that Ms Fellows is really enchanted and does anything I tell her? Would you believe it then?” you challenge your sister.

“It would go a long way to convincing me, I guess. But it’s still possible that she just went insane or something and ended up fixated on you.”

You shake your head, “Maybe you should look over the list of spells on that website, and tell me which one would convince you if you saw me cast it.”

“Yeah, we could do some kind of controlled test. I’ll take a closer look at that website. If magic exists, that would change everything we know about the world,” Abbie says in a serious time.

“I’d just like to find some way it can help with this mess I’m in,” you tell her. “Having an enchanted love **** sounds like a fun fantasy, but she’s acting unhinged, and I’m afraid she could be dangerous, to herself at least.” You pause. “Oh damn! Maybe to anyone she thinks might keep me away from her, too. We need to be careful about how we handle you coming to her place with me. I don’t know if she’ll be jealous of another woman being near me or think she has to get rid of you so we can be alone.”

Abbie scowled. “You really think she might try to hurt me? Maybe you could have mentioned that before now, Beanpole. You think she’s that fucked up?”

“I don’t know. It just occurred to me,” you say, you can hear the slight panic in your voice. To reassure your sister, you add, “She has to obey me, because of the spell. So I’ll just tell her not to do anything bad to you, first thing.”

“Hmph,” Abbie snorted. “That’s fine if it is a spell, if she’s just gone nuts, you might not have any real control over her.”

You sigh, “OK, just stay behind me until we’re sure she’s not going berserk. I’ll tell her to be nice to you, and we’ll take it from there.”

Abbie nods and continues driving in silence. After a while, you speak up. “Oh, there’s one more thing. She’s probably going to want to, um, you know, get physical with me as soon as we get there.”

“Wait, do you think she’s going to try to jump on your cock right in front of me? Gross!” Your sister wrinkles up her nose in disgust.

“I don’t think so, at least not if I tell her not to. But the description of the spell says she needs contact every day,” you explain. “I can take her back to her bedroom and try to be quick.”

Abbie smirks. “Well, I can believe you wouldn’t have any trouble being quick, Beanpole,” She snickers.

You roll your eyes at her teasing. “Anyway… maybe you can look at the website while I’m in the bedroom with her,” you suggest.

“Fuck, this whole thing is just weird,” Abbie says decisively. You can’t disagree, so you keep quiet.

Soon, she’s pulling up in front of Ms Fellow’s condo. “Maybe you should stay in the car for now. I’ll talk to her first, and then wave you in if everything’s cool,” you say as you get out of the car.

You head to the front door and ring the bell. It opens wide almost immediately. Emily is standing there in a very short robe that is barely closed in front. Her face lights up. “Master! I was so worried you wouldn’t come.” She throws her arms around you, and hugs you tightly enough to make it hard to breathe. She presses her mouth to yours and kisses you hungrily.

You haven’t even stepped inside yet. You pull back from the kiss and look around to see if anyone saw the kiss. The only one you see is Abbie, who is staring through her windshield at you. “Let’s get inside and shut the door,” you say, pushing Emily gently backwards and closing the door behind you.

Emily’s fingers are already working to unbuckle your belt. “I need you so bad, Master. I don’t think I could have waited much longer.”

You grab her hands to stop her from taking your jeans down. “Hold on just a bit longer,” you tell her. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

She looks disappointed and confused. “I thought you were here to use your bitch, Master.”

“I will. Promise,” you reassure her. “But I need you to say hello to my sister first. I want her to know we’re together. I can’t keep something this great a secret from everybody, and I trust her.” You smile. “I want you to trust her, too, and get along with her. Be nice to her. Don’t do anything to upset or harm her. You should let her know we are together, that you’re my ****, but you don’t have to go into any details about the sex.” You can hear that your words are coming out as rushed babbling, so you take a deep breath to calm yourself. “Do you understand?”

Emily grins wide. “Of course I understand, Master. I’m just so happy that you have someone you can share our… situation with, if that’s what you want” She hugs you again and rests her head on your chest.

You stroke Emily’s hair as you let out a relieved sigh. You open the door and wave to Abbie to let her know it is safe to come in. As your sister is getting out of her car and walking up the walkway, Emily whispers in your ear. “You will fuck me after I say hello to her, though?” sounding eager and a little nervous that it might not happen.

You chuckle at how single-minded the beautiful blonde is to get at your cock. She probably would fuck you in front of Abbie if you told her to, and shamelessly enjoy every second of it. Abbie, on the other hand, would probably kill you if you tried that.

Abbie steps inside, and you close the door behind her. You notice her glance at the robe Emily is barely wearing, apparently disturbed by the way the older woman is showing off her body.

“Abbie, I think you know Ms Fellows, Emily. You saw her around school when you were going. She’s my **** now.” To drive the point home, so that Abbie can’t doubt the magic anymore. You slap Emily’s ass with a loud SMACK, and order her, “****, get on your knees and welcome my sister to your home.”

Emily jumps at the stinging spank and lets out a squeal. She quickly drops to her knees and says, “Welcome to my home, Abbie. It’s so nice to have my Master’s sister visit. I’m glad he has someone he can talk to about me.”

Abbie stared in disbelief. She blinked a couple of times. “Oh. Yeah,” she finally said when she broke out of her stunned silence. “Ah… thanks for having me.” She hesitated for a moment, then asked, “You’re really… I mean, you want to be Dave’s ****?” her tone was equal parts horror and curiosity.

The kneeling blonde smiled even wider with a look of serene satisfaction on her face. “I’d be anything Dave wanted, but since he accepted me as his **** I’m in heaven,” she said in a hushed breath.

You smile at that answer, but then you see the irate stare that your sister is shooting at you. The smile vanishes and you clear your throat nervously. “Um, Emily, would you go into your bedroom and wait for me? I need to talk to Abbie for a little bit,” you stammer out.

Emily nods obediently and says, “Yes, Sir.” Instead of standing, she crawls out of the living room, down the hall to her bedroom. As she slinks on all fours, her hips rocking back and forth, the back of the robe rides high enough to see her glistening pussy lips.

Abbie glares daggers at you until the bedroom door is closed. Then she hisses low, “You’re a fucking pig. This is all kinds of fucked up, and you’re enjoying it.”

“So you at least believe me now, right?” you say in a hushed voice. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t think the spell would actually work, and I didn’t even think about Ms Fellows when I used it.”

“So, you were hoping to make some poor high school girl into your mind-**** slut-**** instead. Is that supposed to be better?” Abbie asks, her lip curled into a smirk.

“C’mon, Abs. You know I wouldn’t have done it if I thought it was at all possible. It was just a dumb fantasy. Don’t you ever fantasize about having a hot guy who’d do anything you say?” you say, realizing you’re sounding a little whiny. “What am I going to do?”

Your sister sighs and shakes her head, her anger lessening at how hopeless you sound. “First of all — No, I haven’t fantasized about that at all. Second, damned if I know what to do. This is a big fucking mess you made, just because you were horny and too scared to talk to a girl in real life.” She huffs in frustration. “You know, there are girls out there who are into playing at being slaves. Who you wouldn’t have to brainwash. You could just talk to them and ask, if you sacked up and weren’t a wuss about it.”

“I have to do something. Please, help me. Can you at least look at the website?” you say, as you take Abbie’s hand and tug her over towards Emily’s computer. “I couldn’t understand anything it said about how magic works. Maybe you can figure it out and help me fix things.”

Then you hear Emily calling from her bedroom. “Master? Are you coming soon?”