Too stunned to do anything!

You stare back at her wide-eyed. Your chest heaves up and down as you gulp in breaths trying to slow your pounding pulse. Your cock that had been starting to stiffen even before the kiss was rock hard and aching now. "What the fuuuuck?" you manage to croak out.

She laughed again. "I'm glad I made an impression on you." She said, as she grabbed the wheel and started driving again. "I wish we had more time, but you did ask me to get you to school, so we've got to go."

You're too stunned to say anything, you can't even imagine what you would say. Abbie just hums happily to herself as she drives. The ride to the school is short, by the time she's pulling up in front of the building, you've barely managed to get your thoughts together just enough to ask, "What was that all about?"

Abbie turns to you and says. "I just kissed the boy I love. There's nothing wrong with that. Now get to school and learn something, Beanpole. I've got to get to class, too." She gives you a shove towards the car door.

You stumble out of her car and rush into the school building. You're late for your first class, and can't concentrate on any of the lectures or classwork all morning. You're pretty sure you fail a quiz in calculus, because all you can think about is that kiss.

When you see Tracey across the cafeteria at lunch, you remember the ridiculous spell you tried to cast last night. That had gone completely out of your mind with everything that happened with Abbie this morning. When you're reminded, you feel a little embarrassed that you even considered something so **** and obviously fake, but you figure that's the least of your problems now.

Then it connects. Fuck! It couldn't be. Magic isn't real. It was just something dumb to do to provide a wank-fodder fantasy because you were bored and horny. You couldn't really have put a sex-**** spell on your sister!

You have to get home and find that website again. Have to see how that spell is really supposed to work. If it wears off, or if it can be taken off. You spend the rest of the day nervous and fidgeting, anxious for the final bell to ring so you can get back to your computer at home and look at that website. You don't hear a word any of your teachers say. When the day is over, you rush to the bus, then sprint home from the bus stop.

You always clear your browser history after a session of hunting for online porn, in case your mom or sister happen to use your computer. You don't remember the exact URL of the website, so for a while you panic, thinking that you'll never find it again. Finally, you stumble on it. You click on the link for the 'Enchantment of Eros' spell. This time you read all the descriptions and disclaimers much more carefully. You find this instruction: [If a strand of the intended subject's hair is not available for the ritual, the spell will target the nearest subject of appropriate gender for the mage's orientation], and this warning: [It is strenuously recommended that the subject of the spell be chosen with utmost care for compatibility. The subject will be carnally fixated on and completely devoted to pleasing the mage for life. There is no known spell that will counteract the power of Eros. If the subject is denied contact, their obsession will only grow. Therefore, the subject becomes a lifelong companion and responsibility of the mage, though it should be noted, not without significant benefits to enjoy in return.] You drop your head down until it thunks on your desk. "Fuuuuuuuck..." you groan.