Part 3 – Cabal

I felt Stacey stir next to me as consciousness returned the next morning.  Phantom thoughts of the fun we’d had the night before still lingered in my head as she turned and snuggled up against my side.  Light poured in from the window, falling on her blond hair which shimmered as she moved.  A few stray sunbeams also fell on her exposed back, and I realized that she was still naked from last night.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her close.  Casey’s warnings about making sure that my girls didn’t feel like I was treating them cheaply still rung in my ears, and I wanted to make sure that Stacey knew I didn’t want this to be a one-night thing.  Both my sister and her friend easily slid into my world as allies to help as I explored my newfound power.

Stacey whimpered slightly as I pulled her close, and I leaned down to kiss her on the top of her head, to help her ease back to wakefulness.  Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me, her face still a mask of post-sleep contentedness.

“Hey.”  She paused a moment.  “Did last night really happen?”

I laughed, and smiled down at her, nodding.  I was curious how the commands I’d given her had held up.  Just like with Casey, I’d told her to trust me and feel loyalty to me, but unlike with Casey I hadn’t explicitly told her to be ok with the fact we were having sex.  Instead, I told her that she’d be eager to experiment, sexually, and then suggested that she eat out my sister.

Stacey had managed to wipe Casey out completely, using a combination of her tongue and her fingers.  I’d need to ask her to show me what she’d done, next time Casey was in the mood.  Once Stacey had finished with my sister, she’d still been good to go and had moved on to me, the two of us sneaking off to my room before we let things take their natural course.

I knew I’d enjoyed everything that had happened, and it was pretty clear that Stacey had enjoyed at the time as well.  Now, however, it was the morning after, and things could go in any number of directions.

When she stretched, casually, I knew things were probably going to be just fine.

I finally decided to just cut to the chase.  “So, did you enjoy yourself?”

Stacey looked up at me and smiled, her head nodding slightly.  After a moment, she gained more confidence in the gesture.

“Yeah.  Not exactly how I imagined my first time, but still awesome.”

“Wait, Stacey, you were a virgin?”

I started to panic.  I’d checked with Casey before having sex with her, but hadn’t checked with Stacey.  What if she’d been planning on saving herself and I’d just screwed her up for life?

She saw the expression on her face and laughed, which thankfully put my nerves to rest.

“Relax.  I actually tried to lose it once before, but both of us got too nervous we didn’t go through with it, and I never had a guy I felt that way about enough to go through with it since. I don’t know what got into me last night, but I liked it.”

I looked over at her.  “So you wouldn’t mind if that happened again?”

She smiled as she shook her head.

“Even if it was some fun involving Casey too?”

She laughed, and the sound was gentle and tinkling.  I hadn’t really gotten to know Casey’s best friend very well, beyond being able to recognize her.  She was shaping up to be the gentle friend to Casey’s more confident, outgoing nature.  I could see how they got along.

“I’ve thought about, you know, experimenting with Case before, but never really serious.  Still, when you suggested I try eating her out last night, I dunno, it just seemed like the thing to do.”

I nodded at Stacey, and she looked up at me, confusion on her face.  I hadn’t planned on keeping her in the dark, and knew that even if I did, Casey would talk with her before long.

“I cast a spell on you, and Casey, that allows me to change your minds.  I used it on you to make you curious about having sex with Casey and me.”

Stacey thought about this for a moment.  My sister had just outright rejected the idea, but Stacey actually seemed to be giving it some legitimate thought.

Finally, she nodded.  “Makes sense.”

I raised an eyebrow.  “Really?  I had to do a lot to convince Casey, and you’re just going to believe me?”

She nodded again, this time more confident.  I gave her a puzzled look, wanting her to explain.  She smiled in response, and then pressed her face up against my chest, nuzzling a moment before she finally spoke.

“Yup.  I know Casey, probably better than you do, and I know that nothing natural would ever get her to have sex with her brother.  No offense, it’s not you, it’s just the way she is.  If you told me you’d used magic on me to make me have sex with her, I wouldn’t have believed it.  If you’d told me you’d used it on me to make me have sex with you I wouldn’t have believed it either.  But there’s no doubt that if you two had sex, you’ve done something to her, so I’ll believe that one.”

I laughed as she explained her extremely roundabout logic.  Still, it made sense.

“Wait, so you’re saying I wouldn’t have needed magic to get with you?”

She shook her head.  “Nah.  For a while, I had a pretty big crush on you, after all.”

I was amazed that she’d tell me so openly, but then I remembered that she trusted me completely, and that trust would buy honesty.  I was also surprised to find that she had a thing for me, once.

“So, what, all I had to do was ask you out?”

She smiled.  “Not so much anymore.  I grew up, got more mature tastes, that sort of thing.”

I raised an eyebrow, and she laughed.  I was pretty sure she was just teasing me, so I joined in.

“So, any regrets about last night?”

She shook her head.  “Nope.”

I leaned in close, and put a hand on her ass, giving a gentle squeeze.  “And you’re up for a repeat performance?”

She smiled, and nodded.

I reached up and started rubbing her exposed nipple.  “How about right now?”

She whimpered, but shook her head.  “Not now, I have work.  And we just did it last night.  It’s a good thing you have Casey too, I don’t think a single girl could keep up with you.”

I was a little hurt by the rejection, but she had a point, and the comment showed she was clearly comfortable with not being my only girl.  I was pretty sure I’d be having some fun with Casey before the day was out.  I settled the discussion by moving my arms back to their previous positions, and giving her a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks.”  The look on her face told me that her gratitude was genuine.

I nodded, and shifted to stretch myself as she got out of my bed, grabbing her clothing from the floor where everything had fallen last night.  I grabbed a shirt off the foot of my bed, and reached down and grabbed a pair of shorts that I’d only worn once so far.

Following Stacey out of my bedroom, I turned and knocked on Casey’s door, watching as Stacey continued on to the bathroom.  Realizing that I was looking at her, she stopped, before taking a couple steps where she gave an exaggerated sway of her hips, showing off before disappearing into the bathroom.

I turned as Casey opened her door, and I saw my sister in the morning light of her bedroom.  She was smiling.

“Whatchya looking at?”  She turned in the direction of the bathroom.

“Oh, nothing.”

Casey laughed.  “Just don’t let Stace hear you calling her nothing.  What’s up?”

I shrugged.  “Just wanting to check in on you, is all.  Worried my sister might be feeling a little neglected.”

She took a step back from the door to allow me in while shaking her head.  “Nope, your mind whammy is still holding, so whatever you did to me still makes me totally up for having sex with you and not minding the fact that you’re sleeping with my best friend.”

I looked over at her, a little confused by how she’d phrased everything.

“Sorry, Erik.  I didn’t mean for that to come out so… odd.  I just know I’m the jealous type, but I don’t feel a thing when I think about you and Stacey.  I imagine that’s the biggest sign you did something.”  My little sister shrugged.  “I’m not really worrying about it too much, and you shouldn’t either.  If I feel it wearing off, I dunno.  I’ll tell you, I guess.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that, but Casey decided to settle the issue by putting her arms around me and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

“Just don’t overthink things, bro.  For now, your little sis is totally yours, ok?”

I nodded, and she smiled in response.

“Oh, yeah, there’s something I want to show you.”  She scampered across her bedroom, before sitting at her desk.

Watching her skirt bounce as she did so got me back in the mood.  I remembered Stacey’s earlier rejection, but knew Casey had just as little time as her friend did.  Two days ago I’d been a virgin, and already I was getting impatient when only a few hours had gone by without getting any action.  I was pretty sure that made me an addict.

Casey turned and waved to me.  “You coming?”

I laughed.  “Sorry, just, bouncy.”

She cocked her head, then realized what I meant and looked down at her skirt.  “Well, apparently it’s your own damn fault.”

Crossing the distance, I put my hand on her shoulder.  “You want me to turn it off?”

She shook her head.  “No, they really are comfy.”

I gave her a puzzled expression, and she laughed again.

“I told you not to think about it too much, bro, so stop that.  Now, I want to show you this before Stacey gets done with her shower.”

She turned and pointed to a candle that was sitting on her desk, and I realized I could faintly smell the smoke of a recently extinguished flame.  Casey smiled up at me and moved to place her hand on the desk, and I realized that she had my book.

“Wait, Casey, where did you?”

She cut me off by leaning up to kiss me, wrapping one hand around my neck to help change the subject.

“Snuck into your room this morning.  And relax, I’m not keeping it or looking for ways to free myself.  Sheesh.  Instead, I found this!”

I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but she didn’t hesitate before putting her hand on the book, and raising her other next to the candle, before saying a single word.


The candle ignited instantly in response to the word, and I felt my jaw drop.

Casey laughed up at me, as she reached up to close my mouth.

“Casey, where, how, what?”

She bounced in her chair.  “You didn’t think you found the one spell in this thing, did you?  I found this whole section in German and it talked about controlling energy, and one of the first things it mentioned was fire.  Here, watch.”

Again, without pausing to let me respond, she reached out and grabbed the fire, pulling it off the candle and bringing it up toward my face.  I leaned back before it hit me that the fire was continuing to burn in her hand, neither hurting her nor requiring any sort of fuel source.

I watched, still partially stunned, as she brought up her other hand.


The flame grew until it was about the size of a softball.  I took a step back, worried that I was going to get burned, as I could easily feel the heat pouring off the globe in my sister’s hand.  Casey, however, was giving no indication that she was having troubles with the flame.

Instinct kicked in and I started to panic, slightly.

“Casey, put it out, now.”

She looked up at me confused, and I gave her a hard expression.

“What if you set off the smoke alarm, or burn down the house, or get hurt.”


The orb winked out of existence, and I felt myself exhale in relief.

Casey looked at me, clearly having expected me to be as excited as she was.

“Casey, please, promise me you won’t do that again.”

Suddenly, she got angry.  “Wait, what?  I’m just having a little fun.  Why do you get to be the only one with crazy powers?”

I shook my head.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean at all.  Just, not without somebody else around.  What if it got out of control and you needed help?  If your bed caught fire, you could be in a lot of trouble.”

She opened her mouth to talk, but then realized that the look on my face wasn’t anger, but instead concern.  Finally, she nodded.

“Ok, yeah.  That makes sense.  But you’re not saying I have to stop completely?”  She looked at me, and her face seemed scared.

I shook my head, and put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her.  “You can keep doing it.  It’s really cool, now that I stop to think about it.  But I’m just worried, ok.  Maybe you should get an extinguisher, or practice in the shower or something.”

She nodded.  “Yeah, sorry.  I got carried away.”

I leaned down and kissed her on the top of the head, similarly to how I’d kissed Stacey earlier.

“It’s ok.  You’re just my only sister, is all.  I don’t want you to get burned to a crisp or anything.”

She smiled up at me.  “Yeah, I imagine I’d be a lot less fun in bed that way.”

I sighed.  “And Stacey said I was the one who thought about sex too much.  Speaking of, sounds like she’s done in the shower.  Fire powers or no, you still have work to get to, don’t you?”

Casey nodded, dejected, but turned and scooped up the book, before handing it to me.

“Can I practice some more tonight, with Stacey?”

I nodded.  I didn’t want to come between my sister and her best friend, especially now that they were getting along in a completely new, very sexy, manner.

“Of course.  Maybe I’ll find something neat in here for me, too.”

Casey nodded, agreeing that finding out more about the book would be a good idea.

“Ok, off to shower.”  She reached up and grabbed her hair, before sniffing a lock.  “And I may need to see if there’s anything in there for keeping out the smell of smoke.”

She scampered out the door before I had a chance to ask why that would matter.  Just how much had she been practicing this morning?

Letting the girls leave that morning was harder than I’d expected.  Stacey shooed me out of the room when she was done with her shower, saying I needed to let her and Casey have some privacy from time to time.  I went back to my room and vegetated for a while until the girls came in to say goodbye.

I wanted to command them both to stay, and to keep having fun with me.  I knew all it would take was a few words and they’d both willingly, eagerly, and happily do so.  I could even make them forget they had jobs, so they wouldn’t even be worried about the fact that we were spending an entire Sunday in a massive orgy.

That plan didn’t last more than a few seconds.  I remembered what Casey had asked me the night before, to never toy with her emotions, and I decided then that I didn’t want to give either of my girls those kind of commands.  Even though it wouldn’t violate my promise, it would be treating them as little more than playthings for my amusement, and that wasn’t what I wanted.  I wanted them to continue being individuals, who were fun because they were spontaneous and creative.

If I constantly just ordered them to do what I wanted, they’d be little more than just programmable sex-bots, and I should set limits for myself.  Still, the thought of having them act like programmable sex-bots just for a night every now and again would be sexy as hell.  I imagined Casey and Stacey with blank faces, obediently following my commands, and got hard.

The fact that they were both wearing their work uniforms worked itself into the fantasy, and only doubled the effect.  I knew what they’d be wearing the night we played that game.

Realizing that if I kept thinking like this, I’d exceed my self-control and probably order them to stay home, I pushed those thoughts from my mind.  Instead, I made a point of complimenting just how sexy they both looked, and they smiled before each giving me a kiss on the cheek as a thank you for the praise.

This making my girls feel good about themselves strategy was really paying off.  When I reached up and cupped their asses as they kissed me, both wiggled in response, not rebuking my attention in the slightest.

Once we’d said our good-byes, they left, and the temptation became a lot less when it wasn’t staring me in the face.

Without the girls around, I had an entire morning to kill, and nothing much to do with it.  They’d told me they were only working the morning shift, so they’d be back in the afternoon, but I still didn’t feel like just chilling around the house until they got home.  Leaving the book behind, I decided that I’d head up to Zeke’s to see if anybody was paying me unusual attention.

It only took about ten minutes to get to the café.  It was my regular place on the way to and from work specifically because it was so close.  While I rarely had people to talk with while I was there, I could often be found reading a book in the back corner, when I managed to get a quiet table.  Most of the staff recognized me as well, and I them.

There were two of the regular girls working this morning, Angela and Julie, and a couple of guys. Since I hadn’t paid attention to the guys at all, I didn’t know their names, and didn’t really care.  I made a point of smiling at Angela as I placed my order and paid for everything, and I was pretty sure she recognized me.  I even found myself making some small talk with her, which I found surprising, but she responded naturally as well.  I tried not to linger, not wanting to seem weird, but she didn’t seem to think it odd when I asked her how she was holding up with how busy it was this morning.

The fact that I wasn’t scared about screwing things up was liberating.  I knew, without a doubt, that I could bungle things with these girls completely and I would still have two lovely ladies to come home to tonight.  Because I wasn’t scared, I didn’t have to worry, and could just act naturally.  It felt really good.

I scoped Angela out through the corner of my eye as I waited for my order to be made, taking in the sight of her.  She was a blond, just like Stacey but her hair was a bit longer and darker.  She had it pulled back, of course, threading the ponytail through her work visor.  Even though I knew it was because she was required to keep her hair back for work, I thought it was a cute look for her.  I let my gaze wander down to see her black collared shirt, tight against her breasts, and imagined what she’d look like without it on.

Smiling to myself, I turned my gaze away, not wanting to let my eyes linger.  I’d gotten a good enough mental image to close my eyes and still imagine without needing to leer, since I knew what both Casey and Stacey looked like to fill in the details.

I opened my eyes and turned to watch Julie as she finished making what I’d ordered.  Julie was pretty, but she didn’t have soft features like Casey, Stacey, or even Angela.  Instead, her eyes had that piercing look that only green eyes can get, and she looked at everybody with an intensity that made you feel like she was picking you apart with her gaze.  Like Angela, she had her black hair pulled back, and it only served to make her face look sharper.

Even her nose had an oddly angular quality, but it wasn’t overly large.  Instead, she just had an intensity to her that was sexy in its own way.  I imagined how she’d be in the sack, and figured she’d be a rougher ride than either of my girls so far.  That was something I really wanted to try out, before too long.

Still, I had to bide my time before branching out to any new girls, since I needed some part of them to make my binding.  I was pretty sure somebody might notice if I went and plucked a hair from either of their heads.

Julie called my number, and I raised my hand and walked up to the counter, looking her squarely in the eyes for the first time.  I smiled at her as our eyes locked, and she cocked her head quizzically in response.  She also should recognize me, but I usually didn’t meet her gaze, so I was sure she found my newfound confidence intriguing.  She gave me a smile which confirmed my suspicions, and her gaze lingered for a moment longer than I would have expected before one of the guys behind her called to get her attention.

Apparently, her shrewd eyes had noticed something different about me.  Hopefully, this was a good thing.

I took my chai and sandwich and found the quietest corner I could manage, but Zeke’s was packed this morning, so it was still pretty loud.  I tried to look casual as I scanned the room, wanting to see if anybody was paying me undue attention.  Sunday morning would often find me up here, chatting with one of my few friends or just reading by myself, so anybody who was watching me would know they could find me here.

Pulling out my phone, I spent a while working through my messages.  There were a couple from work friends, asking if I wanted to go to the happy hour next week.  I’d originally said no, and knew they were just asking me to be polite, but I decided that I needed to get out more and said yes.  I also knew that a couple of the cuter office girls went on those outings as well, so maybe I could find an excuse to pluck a hair or two off somebody’s back when she wasn’t looking.

The final message I had was from Casey, sent only a little while prior.  I flipped it open.

Casey:  Hey, just wanted to say thanks for being cool about us leaving.  I could see it in your eyes that you were debating having us stay.  I appreciate the restraint.

I thought about that for a moment.  Apparently, my sister was better at reading people than I’d given her credit for, but I was kind of glad, in a way.  It was nice to know that somebody appreciated my efforts, and I couldn’t help but smile.  I tapped out a quick response.

Erik:  You two weren’t making it easy, being so cute.  Still, I understand.  I can still look forward to tonight though, right?

I spent a few minutes looking around again, while waiting for the reply.

Casey:  Yup!  I’m still not fully counting our first time, so we need to get that out of the way.

That comment brought a smile to my face.  I was glad to have Casey on my side.  I couldn’t think of a better ally to have while trying to sort out the strange happenings of recent history.

After I’d killed an hour, I wasn’t any closer to guessing if anybody here had left the book.  The only person who looked at me with any regularity was Julie, and even then it was only occasional.  I was pretty sure my mysterious benefactor wouldn’t be her.

Deciding that I wasn’t going to be finding anything more today, I decided to see if maybe I could find out more about the book itself.  Some part of me was reluctant to head home to pick it up, for fear it might get lost or damaged, so I decided that I’d look up what I could from memory.

I first went to a book store, in the hope that there’d be something of use there, but that quickly turned out to be a bust.  All they had was new age stuff that didn’t seem to be what I had found at all.  None of them mentioned manipulating minds, at the very least.  There were a couple that talked about controlling fire like what Casey had showed me, but it didn’t seem anything like what she’d done.

A memory popped into my head about what Casey had said this morning.  She’d told me that the section of the book that talked about controlling energy had been written in German.  Casey had been studying the language for the entire time she’d been in high school, and was taking it at an advanced level.  For practice, she frequently read books and watched TV shows in the language, so I knew she was completely fluent.  However, I hardly knew a single word.

The section about controlling minds had been bookmarked, and clearly left for me.  I began to wonder if whoever had left the book for me had also meant for Casey to find that segment.  I couldn’t read it, and she could.  Everything was getting a little fishy.

I thought about hitting the library for more research material, but was pretty sure I wouldn’t find anything there either.  I highly doubted that there was much of the general populace that was interested in this stuff.

Actually, a LOT of people would be interested if they knew it worked.  Among them the police.  I needed to be careful who I talked to about this stuff.  At the very least, people would think I was as crazy as Casey had when I first told her.

I did some digging on my smartphone, trying to find anything online that might help me.  Apparently, we had an occult shop downtown.  While it felt a little crazy to be going to one of those places, it seemed more likely than anywhere else.

When I got there, the place really did look like it was straight out of a movie.  I almost couldn’t take it seriously, but then remembered the book, and what happened when I gave it a shot.  Instead of refusing to believe what I was seeing, I instead decided to consider the possibility that everything I was seeing was real.

That couldn’t be the case either.  If so, then every high school girl’s party that broke out a Ouija board would have contacted the other side, and a million jealous girlfriends would have successfully cursed their asshole boyfriends.  There had to be something else that made what I had done work.

Thinking about jealous ex-girlfriends brought images of an angry Casey lobbing a giant ball of fire at my head after I did something to piss her off.  I was pretty sure I’d have to do a lot to get that bad, but I made a mental note that the daily compliments were even more important.

“Can I help you?”

The woman who came from the back room seemed oddly out of place in this shop.  For starters, she was young, and everything in this place looked to be old and ancient.  She was also smiling, and pretty as well.  I’d always imagined the kind of people who ran these sorts of places to be old guys, or even older women.  On TV, even the younger people who ran these sort of places looked more like social outcasts than she did.

“Uh, hi.”  I hadn’t been sure what I was going to say.  Finally, I decided to try and paraphrase what had actually happened.  “Uh, I’m looking for a spell or something that would make a girl be my girlfriend.”

She raised an eyebrow.  “You mean to help you get a girl?  Maybe something to boost your confidence?”

I shook my head.  “No, something that would make her do what I say, that sort of thing.”  The expression on her face made me worry she was thinking I meant it for more nefarious purposes, and I panicked.  “I mean, like, to make her ignore how nervously I was, or to stop caring that I was stumble.  You know, make her more patient.”

She continued to give me a look.  I didn’t think she believed what I was saying, but how garbled my words were probably lent some credence to the statement.  She had intense eyes, like Julie’s, only this woman’s look was far more practiced.

Finally, she spoke.  “We don’t have anything that might be so direct, but I might have something that could help you get a leg up.”  She walked around the counter, and to one of the back corners, before looking on the shelves and pulling something out.

She stood, and handed me a book that looked newer than mine but still old enough that it might have some actual merit.  I turned it over in my hands and read the title.

The Inner World.

I flipped the book open and skimmed the first couple pages.  Apparently, it was all about telepathy, and opening yourself to the thoughts and emotions of others.

“What you’re talking about isn’t good.  Forcing people to do things they don’t want to do is a dark and dangerous path, and I can’t suggest it be something you look into.  But something like this might be a good compromise.  Wouldn’t it be a good leg up to be more in tune with what people were thinking?  Maybe you wouldn’t be so nervous and uncomfortable if you could tell whether the girl was in to you, or had an idea on whether or not the conversation was going your way.”

I continued looking.  None of the symbols in this book matched mine, but it still looked like something that could be worth looking into.  Finally I shrugged.

“I guess.  It’s not exactly what I was looking for, but I suppose it could do.”

She smiled, and nodded, confident that she’d put me on the right path.  I didn’t think I was going to get much use out of this, but if it worked, maybe it could at least help me get a girl to trust me enough to get a sample of her hair.

I bought the book and left the shop, finding a quiet bench to read and skim.  Part of me wanted to go home, but another part of me thought that it might be good to let Casey and Stacey have some time to themselves.  I didn’t want to smother them, and I was sure they wouldn’t get as much time to talk about recent events at work, so they’d want to talk when they got home.  Plus, I knew Casey would want to show off a bit to Stacey, and I shouldn’t interfere.

I started working my way through the book, making sure to keep an open mind, in case it had something of use.

When I finally came home, I heard squeals of laughter coming from the upstairs.  At first I was worried that Casey might have let her fire get out of control, but these weren’t screams.  I passed mom in the living room, who rolled her eyes and pointed in the direction of Casey’s room.

“They’re apparently having a riot of a time.”

I smiled. “They’ve had a long weekend, I’m sure they just needed to blow off some steam.”

Mom nodded.  “Ah well, I suppose better happy and laughing than depressed and broody.”  She gave me a look that the comment was fully directed at me.

I raised my hands in mock surrender.  “Hey, I got out of the house today, didn’t I?  Oh, and I’m going to be heading to happy hour with some coworkers this week.  With luck, I might even meet the love of my life, get married, and move out by Friday.”

She laughed, but waved me off, satisfied that she wouldn’t be hearing about me on the news for the next few days.

When I made it to the top of the stairs and next to Casey’s bedroom, I looked to make sure nobody else was around, before knocking gently.

Casey came to the door a moment later, cracking it slightly before she saw it was me.  When she did, she practically bounced, opening the door wide and letting me in before closing it behind me.

“Ok, Erik, you totally won’t believe this.”

I was pretty sure I’d believe anything, but I wouldn’t know what it was until she told me.  I finally settled for raising an eyebrow.

“Ok, tell me if there’s anything different about Stacey.”

I turned, and looked between the two girls.  They’d both changed out of their work clothing, for one, and were both wearing comfortable looking tee shirts and jeans.  I doubted that was what Casey was referring to.  Stacey was sitting at my Sister’s desk, and I took a few steps to stand next to her, and noticed that the book was on the desk.

Taking a moment to look at Stacey, I tried to see what was up.  After a moment, it hit me, and I was surprised I hadn’t noticed before.  Maybe my brain had just refused because of how impossible it was.

“Her eyes.”

Casey laughed, and Stacey joined in.  As Stacey’s eyes shifted, the effect became even more pronounced.  Stacey’s eyes had been a light blue color when I’d gazed into them this morning.  Now, they could best be described as lavender.

“What happened?”  I turned to Casey, hoping she had an explanation.

My sister smiled, and put a hand on my back.  “Relax, bro.  It’s the book, of course.  Apparently, Stacey has a knack for body magic.”

I scratched my head, and turned to Stacey, who nodded, before putting her hand on the book and closing her eyes.  She muttered something, and when she opened her eyes, they were an icy blue.  They were a little bit deeper and bluer than they had been previously, but at least they were a believable color.

“Holy.  Wow.  That’s amazing.”  I sat on Casey’s bed as I took everything in.

Stacey smiled, shyly.  “It’s nothing compared to being able to hold fire in your hand though.”

I turned and looked at Casey, who nodded.  “Just for a few minutes, then we figured we’d see if Stace could do anything.  And she totally can, and it’s awesome.”

The blond shook her head, clearly not believing her friend.

Casey sidled up to Stacey, and leaned in close.  “Yes it is, and to prove it…”  She paused, theatrically.  “You’re going to make me taller!”

My sister had been vocal about not liking the fact that she was only five two.  She’d been waiting for the last few years for the growth spurt that she knew was coming, but it never had.  I was a pretty average five nine, and Stacey was only a couple inches shorter than me.

Still, I thought my sister’s height made her cute, and now that I was looking at her in a new light, I didn’t want that to change.  If Stacey made her taller, I didn’t think she’d be anywhere near as attractive in my book.  Stacey was taller, sure, but I was already used to that, and it fit her frame better.

Casey turned to me, hoping to enlist me to help her convince her friend, but her face fell when she saw the expression on my face.

“You like me short, don’t you?”

I paused a moment, and then nodded.

Casey turned and looked at her friend, before looking back at me for support.

Finally, Stacey spoke up.  “I think I could, if you really want me to.  I remember reading something in the book about it.”

My sister looked at me for a while, her face complicated.  I could watch as she bounced back and forth, a struggle going on inside her.

Finally, she dropped her shoulders and sighed.  “At least make me like the fact that I’m short, ok?  And no shorter.  Please no shorter?”

I smiled and held up my arms, and my sister came to sit on her bed in front of me.  I wrapped my arms around her, and she leaned back into me.  I leaned in close and whispered the word into her ear.


Casey used the last of her consciousness to close her eyes, and slumped into me.

“Casey, you like the fact that you’re short.  You love the fact that you’re short.  In fact, you don’t remember ever being unsatisfied with your height.  Being short means you can wear sexy heels and not have to worry about towering over me or anybody else.  You’ve always loved how short you are, and even this morning when you were showing me your new powers, you remember me saying about how you were a sexy little firecracker, and you loved the fact that I could have that nickname for you.”

“Casey, you’re never going to ask Stacey to change your height, or to make you taller or shorter.  You’re completely comfortable with your height.  Also, you know that I find you really pretty at this height, and you love that.  It makes you very happy to know I find you pretty.”

I gave her a squeeze, done with my instructions.  I looked over at Stacey and raised an eyebrow, wondering if I needed to give her a command to keep her from offering again.

She got my hint.  “I won’t tell her, or offer again.  Besides, I think she’s cute sized too.”  Stacey smiled.

Briefly, I wondered if the three of us were on an aligned wavelength or something.  Casey had seemed a little intuitive this morning too, and Stacey was picking up my meanings oddly well.

Casey started to stir in my arms, and leaned back into me.  I was also noticing that the girls would snap out of whatever daze the word put them into much more quickly once I was done giving them instructions.

My sister wiggled herself gently, before reaching up and grasping my arm with her hands, and rubbing her cheek against my arm.

“So, Casey, now that you know Stacey can change bodies, anything about yourself you’d like to change?”

Casey seemed to think for a moment, and then shrugged.  “Nothing really.  I’m pretty happy being me.”

I laughed.  “Liar, I know there’s one thing you’d change.”

She turned around and looked at me, her eyes wary.  “What?”

My hands came up and cupped her tits, squeezing gently as if I were measuring them.  “Yup, I think they could stand a small upgrade.”

Casey blushed, but turned away.  I knew she’d wanted larger breasts too.  I’d overheard her asking mom about it in the same conversations about wanting to be taller.  Apparently, she hadn’t been ready to share that desire.

“Do you really think they’re too small?”  Her voice was small, and alarm bells set off in the back of my head.

I lowered my hands and squeezed my sister around the waist.  “Casey, I think you’re perfectly fine the way you are.  I just know you’ve wanted bigger breasts, that’s all.  And I’m not saying to go up to giant melons that make you look freakish or anything.  What do you say, Stacey, think an extra cup size would look good on her?”

Stacey was hesitant to answer, but eventually she nodded.  “Yeah.  Casey, come on, you’ve wanted C’s a long time.  How about I give you a half a cup now, and another half in a couple weeks, and you can say you got a late growth spurt.”

Casey looked back and forth between the two of us, before she finally let her face fall and she nodded.  I was pretty sure she was embarrassed at the fact that she’d wanted bigger breasts, and I knew she’d probably be feeling pretty bummed that I thought she could look better, but I was also sure this was the kind of wound that could be healed without much effort, or needing to apply my powers.

My sister turned and looked at me, and I could see in her eyes that she was about to ask me to use my control to make her ok with this too.

I shook my head.  “No Casey, you told me not to abuse it, so I’m not going to.  Come on, Stacey can make them a little bigger, and you’ll be happy.  I’m not saying my little sis is a flat-chested uggo or anything.  It’s just a little enhancement.”

Casey still looked hesitant, but I saw out of the corner of my eye, Stacey had the book open and was reading the words.  Finally, she put her hand lightly on Casey’s leg and muttered something.

My sister could tell something was happening, and turned to look at her friend, before I felt her start to shake, lightly.  Sensing an opportunity, I reached up and cupped my hands over her breasts, and sure enough they felt warm, and I could feel them slightly expanding.

Stacey looked over.  “You were spending so long arguing with yourself, I figured I’d just get it over with.  Now, that should make your bras tight.  Buy some new loose ones next week, and I’ll help you fill them out.  And no moping Casey, sheesh.  You’re the one who’s supposed to keep me from getting too out of hand, not the other way around.”

She was right, too.  Normally, my sister was the energetic one.  It was weird to see her be so broody.

I decided to focus on the positive.  “So Casey, how’s the bra?”

She laughed, slightly.  “Tight.”

I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.  “And that’s a good thing?”

She nodded.  “Yeah, that’s a really good thing.”

Stacey was looking at the two of us, and I saw a smile forming at the corner of her lips.

“Stacey, you look like you have something more to add.”

Her smile escaped, and she grinned.  “Yeah, I may have thrown in a little something extra.”

Casey looked confused, but Stacey just pointed to her breasts, before turning back to the book and placing one hand on it, and another on her own chest.  Apparently, she wanted to make a few little adjustments to herself.

I reached up and cupped Casey’s breasts, lifting their new weight with my hands.  Unless you were really paying attention, you couldn’t tell anything had changed, so Stacey was right that it could be written off as a growth spurt.  I let my fingers wander, and my thumbs brushed up against Casey’s nipple.

Her body jerked and shuddered, and her breathing grew ragged.

“Holy shit…” she panted, rather than speaking the words.

I looked over at Stacey, who just winked in response before going back to work.  An idea forming about what happened, I brought my other thumb up and rubbed it against Casey’s other nipple, which got a similar jerking reaction.

Casey moaned in my arms, confirming my theory that Stacey had made her nipples extra sensitive.  Pretty sure that Stacey wanted me to take advantage of this gift, I reached up under Casey’s shirt to undo her bra, since it would be easier from the back.  That done, I shifted so that Casey was laying on her bed, with me on top of her.

A couple more shifts, and her newly enlarged chest was exposed to the air, and I sucked one of her stiff nipples into my mouth.  She squirmed in response to the attention, her legs kicking and bucking slightly.

I brought my thumb up to rub against her other exposed nub, and she started to tremble beneath me.

“Casey, did you just?”

She opened her eyes and looked at me, a lusty fire in her gaze.

“Yes, god.  Wow.  And I want more.  You, finger, Stacey’s tongue, I don’t care, just get something in me, now!”  She kicked with her whole body in frustration.

Stacey laughed at her friend’s oddly clean dirty talk.  Casey glared at her, but then shifted to slide her pants down, exposing herself to the air.

Stacey chimed in.  “Oh yeah, I forgot, there was something else…”

I realized what Stacey was talking about as soon as Casey was exposed, but my sister didn’t seem to care about any new surprises.  She started pulling at my pants with one hand, the other rubbing against her nipple.  I could see her panting from the effect it was still having on her.

Sliding my pants down, I obliged, and as soon as I was exposed, Casey shifted and wrapped her legs around my torso, pulling me in close.  She only gave me a moment to align myself before she pulled me in completely.  She was so slick I met no resistance at all.  It felt strange, since Casey now had no hair at all between her legs, but I wasn’t going to object.

My sister used her legs to help as I thrust into her, and I leaned forward, putting my weight onto my hands, which caused her to gasp.  Figuring it would help heighten the experience, I flicked my tongue against the nipple I’d been sucking earlier, moistening it again before I blew, gently.

I watched her flesh harden under the cool air, and felt her insides start to tense up around me.  The muscles inside her contracted, and my thrusting felt a million times better as she clamped and released over and over, her body shaking underneath me as another orgasm shot through her.

The expression on her face let me know that she didn’t want me to stop until I had to, so I pushed on, trying my hardest to last as long as possible.  This being my third time having sex in three days, I was more than able to hold my own.

Still, Casey’s tight sexy body beneath me was doing its best to get me off, and I looked up into her cute face as she again clamped down on my hard length, which finally pushed me over the edge.  I felt myself release up into her, and she again used her legs to try and make the finish as good as possible for us both.

Spent, I collapsed on her, and she whimpered as I felt aftershocks shudder through her.