You need a partner for sex magic

Abbie smiles at the question. “Yeah, she’s sexy, if you’re into a punk look and a lot of ink, and she has a little basement apartment that her drum kit takes up most of, but she lives alone. Are you thinking of enchanting her so you can move in with her?” she asks. Her expression looks expectant and hopeful, as if she’s turned on by the idea of you mind-controlling her friend.

You shake your head. “That might be a backup plan, but something Mom said got me thinking. Our father brought in money with a sex magic spell, but sex magic needs a willing, unenchanted partner. Do you think this girl Cyn would be up for experimenting with sex magic if it can make us all some money?”

“Yeah, Cyn is pretty adventurous when it comes to sex,” Abbie tells you as she nods. “And she could use some luck when it comes to money. She’s always scrambling to make her rent. I didn’t get very far on the new page on the website, but I saw something about sex magic.”

“Perfect,” you say, grinning. This all could work out well for you. “See when she’d be up for meeting me. Oh, and if you can get me something she’s held, that would help. I’m pretty sure I’ll have to prove that I can really do magic, so she’ll go along with a sex ritual.”

“Damn! If I weren’t enchanted, I could do the sex magic with you, too,” Abbie says, pouting.

You laugh. “If you weren’t enchanted, you wouldn’t want to fuck your own brother.”

Abbie gives you a sly grin. “Don’t be too sure, Stretch. You’ve got a sexy nerd thing going on. I had occasional **** fantasies from time to time, even before you zapped my mind. If it meant access to powerful magic, I might just have gotten over the taboo and gone for it,” she tells you.

“Speaking of **** fantasies,” Abbie says, lowering her voice even more, “have you considered that you could just enchant Mom and keep living here? She’d have to forgive you and go along with anything you wanted, even using magic. Plus, you’d be the meat in a mother/daughter sandwich. Hot!” she adds, smiling and waggling her eyebrows.

That makes you remember how willing your mom had been to fuck a dream version of you, before she realized that it was really you. The thought of it is enticing. You put the idea aside, though.

“No,” you tell Abbie and shake your head. “I want to prove to her that she’s wrong about magic. I’m going to make all our lives better with it, so she has to admit she’s wrong and apologize to me. Without messing with her mind.”

Abbie nods. “If that’s what you want to do, I’ll help. I’ll give Cyn a call, and see what she’s up to this weekend.”

You nod, “Great. I’ll see if Mark can ask his parents if it’s ok for me to stay over for a few nights, while we get things worked out with Cyn. I’ll stay here tonight, then stay there starting tomorrow if I can. They probably won’t mind me sleeping in their basement for the weekend.”

Your sister looks at you with a worried expression. “I won’t be able to wake you up then,” she says nervously. “I don’t know how long I can go…” her voice trails off.

“Yeah, that’s going to be a problem for a while, but I don’t think we could have done much around here either, with Mom keeping an eye on me,” you sigh. “We’ll have to find someplace, away from here, where we can get some privacy in the afternoon. I’m gonna put you in charge of figuring that out.”

She frowns, but says, “OK, I’m done with my finals tomorrow, so I can concentrate on it. I’ve certainly got the motivation to solve the problem.”

You smile at Abbie, “Good girl,” you tell her. Then you finish loading the dishwasher. You eat everything that was left over from dinner. Then you make yourself a peanut butter sandwich and eat that, too, before you head back to bed and collapse from exhaustion.

You’re woken by your alarm in the morning, and you feel famished again. You pull on a robe, head down to the kitchen, and pour a large bowl of cereal and milk. As you’re eating, your mother walks in. She’s up before her usual seven o’clock alarm again, checking up on you. She looks as tired this morning as you felt last morning.

“Dave, things got more heated than they should have last night,” she says, keeping her voice calm, but she can’t keep out an edge of judgment. “I’m partially to blame for that, but you have to understand this is very important to me. I’d like to ask you again, as a favor to your mother, please just let this idea of magic drop.”