Nothing Personal

“Not like that!” You laugh at her incestuous assumption.

“Huh?”

“No, I mean…can you sorta swallow me up. Like Kirby. Can you cover me to trick the spell?” You ask. “Not sure it’ll work but it might.”

“Like a big rubber!” She giggles. “I’d be your condom as you penetrate the door.”

Rolling your eyes. “That’s one way of putting it.”

“Yeah, no sweat. Although…” Her eyes twinkle. “…you’d have to be completely naked. It’s the only way.”

“You liar!” You exclaim as you tickle her.

“He he he! Aww, pleeeease?”

“No!”

“Fine.” She says, clearly disappointed. “It woulda been fun!” Giving you no warning her shape goes loose and starts to ooze up your arms and over your legs. You barely get a chance to take in a quick breath before her warm jelly body glides up over your shoulders and head. The next thing you knew you are seeing the world through a purple filter and you are covered from head to toe in your sister. With her warmth over every square inch of you your temperature quickly begins to rise. “Mmmmm. This is lovely.” Her voice vibrates all around you. “You drive.”

It takes two attempts but you get to your feet. It wasn’t too hard, she didn’t resist you, kind of like walking with really wet heavy clothes on. Lurching along like Frankenstein’s monster you make your way toward the door. The most difficult part was that your little sister had begun to massage your package with waves of rippling vibrations followed by a swirling against your shirt at the nipples. In another circumstance it would have felt amazing!

“Gimme 5 minutes.” Trixie says as another bit of pressure presses into the back of your pants. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Mrrrmmm!” You hum as you feel her body tighten around you in a fit of giggles. “MMRRRRMM!”

“Okay, okay! He he he!”

Splap, splup, splop. One foot in front of the other you walk forward in big awkward steps. Reaching out you are pleased to watch the doorknob turn and the door swing open. Moment of truth. You step forward…and over the threshold and into the hall. Safely outside your sister oozes off of you and reforms in front of you.

“You’re my hero.” You tell her, echoing what she’d told you earlier.

“Aww, Jake!” She smiles bashfully as a dark blush colors her cute face.

The pleasant mood is spoiled as you watch a wave of yellow light glide through the hall and out through the walls. It was the same spell as last night that kept Ves from getting close to the house or yard.

Trixie recognizes it for what it is as well. “Go find Sis!”

With a nod and a wink you turn and dash down the hall. Keeping a careful ear out for the fluttering of Ciara’s wings you weave through the house to the kitchen door. You are disappointed to see the magical shawl missing but you don’t stop to look for it. Slipping on sandals you stealth out the back door. Soon you are padding through the garden at not quite a run but faster than a walk. The sun was just dipping under the horizon and you were happy to see gray details begin to emerge inside the deepening shadows. The eye drops were still working.

Just as you are feeling like you’d made it you hear the scrape of claws on stone coming up fast behind you, spinning around just in time to see Bronwyn in his massive hybrid wolf form grab you over the shoulder, his big hand extending from your chest all the up and over to drape down you shoulder blade. His claws tear holes in the fabric and scratch your flesh.

“Rrrrrr.” He growls deeply, his white wolf eyes staring at you like fresh meat. “Wherrrre arrrre you going?” His voice is a strange amalgam of human and canine.

“Let me go.” You say. “This is no business of yours.”

“Hrrrff!” He snorts. “The old man says you don’t leave. Rrrrmmm. So you don’t leave.”

“Bron, let me go!” You struggle against him but it was hopeless. Your eyes dart about as you pray for an opening. With a tightening grip Bron’s claws sink deeper. “Okay, okay!” You say. “I never knew you were such a lap dog.”

“Hrrrrrmmm!” His eyes narrow and his sharp teeth grind, but he sets you down none too gently. “Watch yourrrr tongue norrrrmie.”

Slapping his furry shoulder. “Lucian’s feeling better. Thought you’d want to know.”

You see a bit of anger leave him. “Rrrrmmm. Good.”

You turn toward the house. “Hell of a fight we had, eh bro?”

“Rrrrr. Yeah.” He nods. “Ya did good.”

“So…what did you do with that Brock?”

“Rrrrrrmmmm!” He growls as a wolfish grin grows. He doesn’t answer but the growl told you all you needed to know. Had Brock not laid hands on Luci you might have felt bad for him

You begin to walk back to the house, after a moment you say. “Father is arrogant. He doesn’t know as much as he thinks he knows.”

“Neitherrrr do you.”

“True.” You stop again. “At least I can admit it. Bron, I really need to go.”

“No.” He grunts.

“Bron, I have to.” You turn and square up with him, knowing full well you stood no chance. “You’ll have to make me. But…I’ll fight you.”

“Hrrm.”

Smack! You crumple to the ground as your brother hits you with a back hand, letting you feel but a fraction of his full power.

“Guhhh!” You gasp as the breath is knocked from your lungs. You wipe off your face and get back to your feet, your fists up and ready to fight.

“Jake.” Bron starts to say as you step in and throw a hard haymaker. It glances off his chin doing more damage to you than to him.

“Fuck you!” You hiss.

Smack! You are **** to your knees with another effortless swat from the furry behemoth. You pop right back and hit him with two more punches. You swear and shake your sore fists.

“That all you got bitch?” You spit. “Fucking little daddy’s boy. Fucking guard dog? Where’s your collar? Where’s your fucking leash? Huh? Come on mother fucker!” You punch him and kick him, he barely feels it.

“Jake. Rrrrrmm. Stop this nonsense!” He slaps you up a bit more, each languid slap the **** of a full fledged punch from a human man.

“Gnngh!” You blow a bloody snot rocket from your nose and get up again. As you throw another punch he catches it and holds your arm tight.

“STOP THIS!” He growls.

You stare him eye to eye, his hot humid canine breath washing over your face.

“I have to go.” You say. His attitude is softening, you had earned some respect from him today. He didn’t want to put you down but he couldn’t just let you go, so you give him another option. “One minute.”

“Hrrrm?”

“One minute.” You say again. “Just give me one minute. If I can get away from you I go free. If you catch me I go back without a fight.”

“Hrr hrr hrr hrr!” He chuckles. “Kid. You don’t stand a chance.”

“It’s that or I kick your ass here and now.”

His eyes roll. He looks back to you and gives a long hard stare eye to eye…then he nods. Letting you go he steps back from you. “One minute.” He tilts his head. “And Jake…it’s nothing perrrrsonal.”

“I know.” You give him an appreciative nod for at least giving you this chance. Then you sprint with all you had toward the entrance to the hedge maze about a minute’s run away. Behind you your brother laughs. “Jake! I wouldn’t do that! Don’t go in therrre!”

As you run into the maze and turn the corner you hear Bron trot up to the entrance without actually entering.

“Hrr hrr hrr hrr! Stupid kid!” He calls to you through the hedges. “Thanks forrrr frrrreeing up my night. I’ll come rrrrrrescue you in the morrrrning! If you surrrvive! Hrrr hrr hrr hrrr!” With that you hear him turn and bound off.