Home Cookin

Damn that was intense! You didn’t even know how to start to process what you had just witnessed in there but you knew you needed to get out of here.

Pushing off of the door you shift your rock hard boner to make it easier to walk with and start to put some distance between you and that room. However you then hear the distinctive sound of plopping footsteps coming up the stairs along with the voice of your little sister humming a little tune to herself. The embarrassment you felt from the show you’d given her that morning still weighed on you. You needed to talk to her about it but not yet, and definitely not with a raging hard on tenting your pants. You spin back and rush to the far end of the hall and just make it into the spiral staircase of one of the side towers as you hear Trixie round the corner into the hall behind you.

Silently you pad down the stairs and come out on the main floor. The library where you’d had your world changing experience last night just ahead and to the left, just the sight of it reminded you of how just one short day ago you’d been completely oblivious to the terrors and wonders of the real world. Across the hall from the library is your grandma’s crafts room. She was a crafty sort that was always working on something, filling her days with knitting, needle-point, candle making, carving, perfume making, and the list goes on. The door was open and you could hear her in there moving around and muttering to herself. Keeping your footfalls quiet you try to creep past unnoticed.

“Get your cute patoot back here!” She calls out just as you’d believed you’d made it. “Jacob!”

Damn it. You had been quiet and she was blind beyond a few feet away, how had she caught you?

You sigh. After a hopeless attempt to rearrange your shirt to hide your bulge you give up and enter the room with your hands in front of you in a very unnatural pose. Your attempt at discretion is in vain however as your grandmother rushes into your arms for a big hug. It’s not like you could refuse a hug from your grandma. She had to be feeling your rod pressing into her soft stomach as she hugged you close. Thankfully she leaves you the dignity of not mentioning it.

“Jacob my boy.” She takes your arm and pulls you further into the room.

You look around, with your eyes now clear of the enchantment, and see a room familiar yet completely transformed. What you had always seen as an old lady’s room for arts and crafts was now something from out of a Harry Potter movie. What you had always seen as a decorative pot was actually a cauldron. What you had always seen as a old sewing machine you now saw as a much more ancient devic etched with dimly glowing runes. The pottery wheel now a contraption you with various embedded circular planes that sat at odd angles to each other. The walls were still chockablock with oils, paints, dried plants, shelves of all sizes of bottles and vials, and a bevy of other items that clearly had purpose beyond kitschy hobby supplies. On a table across the room, under magnifying light, is a small clockwork goldfish with it’s side opened up to reveal its intricate mechanical innards. Small tools and a wand lay to either side of it indicating that this is what she’d been working on before you arrived.

“Hey Grandma.” You say as you look around the room anew.

Pulling down a tiny vial, like the kind you’d see essential oils in, she passes it to you. “Here, drink this.” She says. “Trust me.”

You look at the brown vial to see a slightly viscous liquid within it. Opening the cap and giving it a sniff you are surprised by the pleasant vanilla aroma. You look at her cherubic face as she smiles and waits, her milky white eyes pointed at you yet unfocused. What the heck. You trusted your grandma plus you were kinda curious. “Cheers.” You toast her then down the contents, the flavor is treacle sweet. You smack your lips and then…

“GGGNNNGHH! GOD! UUNNGH!” You lurch forward as your loins are seized with a sudden sharp orgasm. “GAH! FUCK!”

“Language, language young man!” She scolds as you stand there shuddering as if you’d been hit with a Taser. “Give it a sec, it’ll be over soon.”

As the flavor fades in your mouth so does the orgasm. You look down, sure you’d just soiled your shorts, but discover you were dry as a bone. Your cock, seemingly tricked into thinking it had bust a real nut, mercifully begins to soften and you feel the lust your brother had enflamed in you ease off. It hadn’t been near as good as a real climax and the afterglow was non-existent but it certainly left you calmer though flustered.

“Grandma!” You protest as your cheeks blush at the embarrassment of cumming in front of your grandmother.

“Don’t be bashful boy! Perfectly normal for a young man.” She points at the vial gripped in your hand. “Very handy to take before making any decisions you might regret later. He he he he! Bet you feel better now.”

“Well yeah but…geez. Warn a guy would ya?” You place the vial down, grudgingly admitting to yourself that you wished you'd had one of these earlier that day, and ask. “So what do you want?”

“Does a Granny need to want something to call her grandson in?” She laughs. “Very well, right to the point. I wanted to give you a birthday gift. With how you reacted last night it didn’t seem like the time to talk. I can finally give you something magical, one of my creations.”

“Really? You want to give something with real magic?”

“Yep! Custom made just for you. So how about it? Any ideas?”

“Uhhhh. Hmmm.”

“Potions or ointments and such I can whip up pretty quick. Enchanted items take much longer.”

“Oh, I see.” You ponder a moment. “Geez, I don’t…hmmm. I know! Yeah. An invisibility…”

“HA! You wish.” She cackles as she waggles a finger your direction. “No, no, no! Quickest way to turn a good man bad is giving him invisibility. Everybody knows that. Hrrmm.” She rubs her chin. “Well…third quickest after mind control and time stop I suppose. Although…” She mumbles to herself as she considers the subject further. “Anyway! You’ll get no such things from me young man. No, something harmless. Something fun. It’s a birthday gift after all.”

“But you could make those things, if you wanted to?”

“Of course I could!” She says like you’d just insulted her. “Not easy mind you, those are big magics and forbidden most places, but yeah I could. One of the few who could. Your father may be a master of spells and summoning but even he can’t match my crafts. Items of power are my particular talent. My potions are sought after the world over. He he he! Didn’t know your old Gran’s home cookin was famous, did ya?”

“Uh…no. Yet again I didn’t have a clue, just like with everything else.”

She smiles and pats your cheek. “It’s okay my dear. You’ll learn.” Her round kind face smiles warmly. “So how about it? Any ideas? It can’t be too obvious. Can’t have the normies seeing you flying through the air like Superman or anything. Although…a potion to transform you into a bird for a time is possible. It is great fun I can tell you! Soaring through the sky. What about it? Want a transformation potion?”

“Wow! That’s pretty…cool.”

“So a transformation potion then? Doesn’t have to be a bird.”

“Wait, let me think a minute.” As you think your eyes drift out the window that over looked the back garden. In the back of your mind you note that it would still be a couple of hours until sundown when you could at last see your twin again. You eyes settle on the folly tower peaking up among the trees in the distance. “Darkness.” You whisper.

“Ehhh?”

“Darkness.” You say louder. “I want to see in the dark.” You look down at her. “Devany nearly scared me to **** sneaking up on me in the dark today. Last night I explored the garden but I couldn’t really see. Yeah, can you make me see in the dark?”

“A flashlight will do that.”

“No, like see in the dark. You know. Without light or anything. Can you do it?”

“Hmmm. Yeah, it’s simple enough.” She scratches her chin. “Are you sure? Seems rather…dull.”

“I’m sure.” You nod.

“Not what I was expecting. HA! Hey! What about an owl potion? Best of both worlds.”

You chuckle and shake your head. “I just want to be me thank you. Not sure I am ready for transforming.”

“He he he. Fair enough.” She waves for you to sit down. “You got it my boy. I can have you some eye drops done up in no time if you don’t mind keeping your old Gran company.”

You pull out a stool and make yourself comfortable. “Gladly.”

“He he he! Happy Birthday Jacob.”

“Thank you Gran.”

As your grandmother begins gathering items, moving through the room she knew like the back of her wrinkled hand as well as any sighted person, and the pair of you share pleasant small talk you find your eyes drifting out toward the tower again and again.