You don’t bother trying to explain it. You couldn’t if you tried.

You shrug and hold your hands out in a ‘damned if I know’ gesture. “I’m a surprised as you, probably more.” You tell your sister. You can’t keep a huge grin off your face. “I mean… honestly, she was being generous when she said I swept her off her feet, and I certainly didn’t hit on her. I just finally listened to your advice and **** myself to say hi to her at lunch. It went a lot better than I expected.”

Abbie looks at you suspiciously. “You’re sure she’s not setting you up for something? Some prank that the queen bee mean girl is pulling on you?”

You shake your head. “She’s not really the head of any clique and doesn’t bully anyone I know of.” You tell your sister. “Besides I don’t think she’d go as far as we did just for a prank, Abs.” You give her a meaningful look.

Abbie’s eyes go wide and her mouth hangs open. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.” She says. “Beanpole?! Are you serious?” She frowns then. “You used protection, right?”

You nod and reassure her. “Yes, I’m not stupid.”

She scowls even deeper. “Girls who look like her have options. They learn to be choosy. They don’t just go home and fuck a random guy that talks to them in the cafeteria.” She looks at you and quickly adds “I mean, I know you're a great guy, and reasonably good looking, for a skinny nerd, but even good looking great guys don’t get lucky right off the bat with a girl like that.”

It’s time to change the topic of this conversation. You don’t feel safe with the way your sister is trying to dig into the reasons behind Tracey being with you. “Abs, you’re at least as hot as Tracey. Are you telling me no guy ever got lucky with you right off the bat, just because you were in the right mood that day?” You ask her. Abbie doesn’t talk about it much, but you’ve gotten the impression that she’s fairly adventurous when it comes to sex. When you see the look on her face, you think you’ve hit on something.

Your sister purses her lips and considers that. “OK… maybe… It still seems fishy to me. Just be careful, Stretch. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You smile at her. You have complete confidence that Tracey will never be able to hurt you, and you’ll be adding Leah to the mix soon too. That’ll blow Abbie’s mind. Maybe you should start preparing her for the new you now. “Thanks for looking out for me, sis, but I think my life is changing for the better. You’ve convinced me to think less, do more, and enjoy myself. Looks like that’s working out for me.”

You walk away and head into your room. Abbie watches you go, still frowning and trying to figure things out.

Soon mom comes home, and you all start making dinner. “Beanpole has some news, mom.” Abbie pipes up as you’re making salad and she’s setting the table. “He had a girl come over to visit after school — a girlfriend.”

Your mother smiles wide at the news. “That’s great, honey.” She gives you a quick hug. “I know you’ve struggled with being nervous around girls. Am I going to meet her sometime?” she asks curiously.

You nod. “She’s going to stop by after dinner. We’re going to study for English Lit. class.”

Abbie butts in, “I thought that’s what you were doing this afternoon, Stretch. How far behind are you in English?”

Your mom swats Abbie’s shoulder playfully. “Don’t tease your brother. As I recall, you had plenty of boys over for ‘study dates’, when you were in high school.” She makes air quotes. Your mom turns to you. “Have fun, but be careful and be respectful, young man.” She says, with affection, but also a stern note to her words.

Dinner is uneventful after that, and you’re helping clear the dishes when the doorbell rings. You rush to the door. “Mind if I load the dishwasher later, mom?” you call back to her in the kitchen.

She laughs, “OK, but don’t leave them overnight.”

Tracey is at your door, grinning wide. You let her in and give her a quick kiss. She hangs on, trying to prolong it, but you pull back. “My mom’s home. You should meet her.” You tell her, as you take her hand and lead her into the kitchen. “Mom, this is Tracey.”

Your mother looks almost as surprised by Tracey’s beauty as Abbie had been. But she’s a bit more prepared, since she had warning that you had a girlfriend. You start to think that the women in your family might not have been as confident as they always claimed to be, that girls would like you if you just had the nerve to approach them. It looks like they certainly didn’t think you were in Tracey’s league. You smile to yourself as Tracey and your mom exchange hellos, thinking that magic puts you in a whole new league.

“Well, we should get to studying.” You say as you lead Tracey out of the kitchen. “It’s a school night, Tracey shouldn’t be out late.” You tell your mom.

Once you get to your room and close the door, you give Tracey the long, deep, wet kiss that you both wanted at the front door.

Tracey pulls a small, folded piece of paper from her backpack and hands it to you. “Here’s her hair.” She watches you with wide eyes and bites her bottom lip. “Are you going to do it now? Can I watch?” She asks excitedly. “It’s kind of a turn-on, knowing you can do real magic. I… I could get under the desk and blow you while you’re doing it.” She suggests.

Fuck! That would be hot. You look at your bedroom door. It would be hard enough to explain the candle and the chanting if your mom or Abbie came in. Maybe you could pass it off as some party trick you two were just playing around with, though — Bloody Mary, or Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board kind of stuff. If Tracey was under your desk with your cock in her mouth, it would be too much. They’d think your new girlfriend was into satanic sex magic or something.

You shake your head. “I need you to listen at the door to warn me if anyone is coming.”

As your enchanted ****, she just grins wide that you’ve given her instructions. She nods and moves to watch the door.

You sit at your desk and pull up the website. You want to be sure to perform the ritual correctly, now that you're aware of its actual magic power. You open the folded sheet of paper and see the dark brown hair. You grab the candle from your desk drawer, light it, and start the chant. Tracey is watching the door, but her eyes dart over towards you from time to time. When you’re done, she seems surprised and a little disappointed that it was so quick.

“Is that it?” she asks as you’re putting the candle away. “Is that all it takes?”

You nod and smile at her. “That was all it took for you.” You look for the hair, but it’s gone. You shrug. Maybe the spell used it up, vaporized it.

Tracey slides into your lap. “Is she… enchanted now. Like, could I call her to come over and have some fun?”

You shake your head, “The website says she has to sleep and dream about me first, then I have to make contact with her tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait. This is going to be so awesome!” Tracey squeals.

You nod “Yes it is, babe,” and kiss her hard.

You’d like to fuck your **** one more time tonight, but with your mom and sister in the house, you don’t feel comfortable doing anything more than kissing and fondling a little with clothes on. Eventually, you send Tracey home, so she’s not out late.

As you lay down in bed for the night, you wonder how you could get your own place, so Tracey and Leah could move in with you. That starts you thinking about the possibility of casting the enchantment on a woman who has her own place that you could all move into, or even better, one with money who could support you all. You fall asleep with fantasies of a harem in a mansion running through your head.

The next morning on the bus to school, you text Tracey. ‘Looking forward to meeting Leah. We’ll get together at lunch.

Her response: ‘Didn’t want to wait until lunch. Now I have to.’ *Frown emoticon* ‘Was going to find you first thing by the lockers this morning.’

You chuckle ‘I didn’t say you couldn’t meet me before that, just that we would get together at lunch. I’ll see you before the first bell.’

Then you text, ‘Are we going to tell Leah about the spell? Or just invite her to join us as a thruple?’

She answers: ‘That’s up to you, stud!’