Chapter 1

Craig walked into the kitchen. Something seemed odd about his sister, Wendy, but he couldn’t put his finger on it immediately. He poured himself a glass of orange juice and tried to figure out what looked different about her. As his eyes roved up and down his sister’s body, he was forced to admit that there was a reason guys at college who had seen her picture were always asking if she were dating anyone. If they realized how much her chest had developed in the last year, he would have been fielding many more questions about his little sister. Wendy was eighteen now, and she had easily grown from a B-cup to a D-cup over the last year. Craig was trying not to fixate on his little sister’s breasts, but there was a decent chance she even needed DD bras now. Wendy’s jet black hair hung loose and came down a little past her shoulders. Looking at her hair, it hit Craig what looked different. Wendy now had a white streak in the hair at the center of her forehead.

“Gee, Wendy. Who are you trying to impress with that little streak of dyed hair? Are you trying to get the attention of some edgy dude from the junior college?”

“Oh, shut up, Craig. I didn’t dye a skunk stripe in my hair to impress anyone. That lock of hair turned white when I unlocked my power as a witch.”

“Bullshit! You’ve been watching too many Halloween movies if you think you’re a witch. There’s no such thing as magic, Wendy. Stop being such a dork. Lots of my friends ask if you have a boyfriend, and I always tell them you do because I don’t want you to embarrass me with all the stupid shit you say. Just shut up.”

Wendy stuck her tongue out at him and retorted, “You shut up, Craig. You don’t know anything. I am a witch, and if you’re not careful, I’ll cast a spell on you.”

“What are you going to do, Wendy? Curse me with seven years bad luck? Curses, magic, witches: none of that shit is real.”

Wendy picked up a banana from the counter and started stroking it, like she were jerking a dude off. “What kind of spell are you trying to cast, Wendy? One to conjure up a banana cream pie?” Craig hadn’t been trying to make a joke, but his words struck him as funny. He started laughing and pointing mockingly at his little sister.

Wendy arched one of her eyebrows at him, and it hit him how pretty she really was. It was a shame she was such a dork. There were lots of guys who really wanted to date her, but he didn’t want her embarrassing him with her goofy behavior. “Keep laughing while you can, big brother.”

“What are you going to do? Tell me the cat has my tongue? Like that would keep me from talking.”

“Maybe I should have cursed you to be silent unless you have something useful to say, but the purpose of this spell is to give you a boner. You might never talk again, big brother, if I were to put the first sort of curse on you.”

“Like that would ever ... work.” Craig had to pause and spoke the last word of his sentence weakly. He had been interrupted by the feeling of his cock becoming hard. He tried to think of some rational explanation and decided that it was the suggestive nature of Wendy’s hand moving up and down the banana that was to blame. “That’s not magic; that’s psychology. You’re working that banana over like you were servicing a glory hole.”

“Well, if it’s just psychology and not magic, there’s no way you would ever whip it out and jerk off in front of your little sister,” Wendy taunted him.

“Yeah, right! Like that would ever happen,” Craig snapped back. He couldn’t take his eyes off Wendy’s hand, stroking the yellow fruit up and down. His cock was hard, aching and throbbing in his pants. He kept telling himself that this all made perfect sense. Despite her dorky nature, his little sister was a babe, and she was doing something that would make any guy hard. He just happened to have the bad luck of being Wendy’s older brother. He found that his mouth was hanging open, and he was panting as he watched the absurd show Wendy was putting on for him.

“What’s the matter, Craig? Can’t resist my spell? Secretly happy that your little sister has you under her total control right now?”

“You don’t control anything, you little witch; I mean, bitch!” That slip of the tongue was also perfectly normal. Wendy was claiming to be a witch, and that rhymed with the word he really meant to use. He corrected himself immediately.

“Oh, so now you finally admit it?”

“I didn’t admit anything, Wendy. It was just a simple slip of the tongue. You can stop this silly game now; you’ve got me so hard I’m about to cum in my pants.”

“Do you often get so hard that you jizz yourself? Sounds like that might be magic to me, big brother. See if you can resist my control. I want you to get your dick out and jerk out a load while I watch.”

Craig was at a loss for words as he stared at his sister. He had become so horny out of nowhere, but that had to be from the seductive way she was moving her hand up and down the banana. He was so close to cumming in his pants that he switched from telling Wendy what to do to begging his little sister for mercy, “Come on, Wendy. Please stop. You’ve made your point. You can make your big brother really hard by jerking off a banana. I don’t want to have to change my boxers because I fill them with sticky jizz.”