Do Me a Favor
Chapter 5
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Follows Caleb Jeffers' first year as a college student, when he attempts to master and understand his emerging abilities, regain his lost memories, and solve the mystery of his missing cousin.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Horror Mystery School Magic Demons Group Sex First Oral Sex Slow
’Tomorrow is always the busiest day of the week.’—Ann, My Weird RA’s Sister
Caleb
My dad summoned me home at the end of October, which bothered me. He asked me to bring Rachel, so we packed up and drove to my parents’ house. Another thing that confused me was that I hadn’t had a dream the night before, so I had no idea what we were walking into.
We lived in a gated community, and our backyard overlooked the seventeenth green of a championship-caliber golf course that my dad used four days a week.
When I walked into the house, I was surprised to find my mom was home from filming.
“Your dad’s in his office. Let’s go there to talk,” she said, greeting us.
This must be serious because my mom always wanted to gossip or dig into what I’d been up to, so this was new.
Dad was looking out his office window and took a moment to acknowledge our presence. When he turned to me, he wore a grim expression.
“I tried to keep you from going tonight, but you’ve been summoned,” Dad said.
“Summoned? What does that even mean?” I asked.
“Robert, he needs to remember if he’s to survive tonight,” my mom said.
“We can’t. You know what happened last time: he tried to kill himself. We can’t risk it,” Dad said.
“Then you’d better explain it so he understands what might happen,” Mom said.
Frankly, I had never seen my parents so heated with each other.
“Is Caleb’s life in danger?” Rachel asked.
My parents wouldn’t look at us, so I assumed it was.
My dad stared off into space as he began talking.
“Your grandmother is a powerful witch who’s helping your great-grandfather, Gorgon. His body is failing him after 127 years. He wants to draw on everyone’s strength. We’ll all give a little of ourselves to renew his body.”
Hearing my dad make that outlandish comment triggered something within me. Suddenly, I remembered.
Two Years Ago
My grandfather lived on a farm in a remote area. As a kid, I loved visiting, especially during family reunions. My favorite times were when they had a new litter of puppies or kittens. At the back of the farm were woods to explore and even a river to go skinny-dipping in on a hot summer day.
My dad had a brother named Joseph who was larger than life. He was a gregarious man who told the best stories. My aunt had died when I was little, and they had one daughter, Chloe, who was my age.
Chloe was the type who never had a bad thing to say about anything. She always put a smile on my face because it was impossible to frown when she was near.
Chloe and I became close when our parents started letting us spend a couple of weeks on the farm during the summers. We’d done everything together every summer since we were five.
Grandma Jeffers was a witch who taught us magic—fun stuff like how to find someone, which ruined hide-and-seek. I had a greater aptitude for it than Chloe did. But she was able to do little things like light a candle or retrieve the cookies from the top shelf, where Grandma thought she’d hidden them.
When I was fourteen, I had to stay with my grandparents for an extra two weeks because my mom was premiering a movie. She was embarking on a world tour to promote it, and my dad had gone with her.
“Caleb, it’s just the two of us today. How about I show you something special?” Grandma Jeffers said.
With nothing else to do, I followed her as she took me to the woods. I thought I knew every inch of them, but she proved me wrong. There was a row of blackberry bushes that Chloe and I had gorged ourselves on many a time. My grandma walked up to them, waved her hands, and the bushes parted, exposing a path.
As I followed the trail, I felt a power coming from ahead.
I stopped and asked my grandma, “Do you feel that?”
She grinned and said, “That’s the source. I come out here to recharge my powers or to do great magic.”
“Like what?”
“Remember last summer when we were having a drought, and out of nowhere we had nice soaking rain that saved our crops? I did an incantation at the place I’m taking you to,” Grandma Jeffers said.
“Are we going to do the rain thing because Grandpa was complaining he was losing money if it didn’t rain soon?” I asked.
“We are. I won’t always be around, so you need to learn to do this kind of magic.”
I’d read books and watched movies about magic, and I could see where it would be handy in many ways, so I was excited.
We walked into a cleared-out circular area.
“One of my ancestors tuned the energy source to our family line. Once we enter the circle, no one can harm us as long as we stay inside the boundaries,” Grandma Jeffers said.
The hairs on my arms rose as the pulse of power seemed to acknowledge our presence.
My grandmother taught me how to draw a pentagram in the center clearing and explained that it was where our rainmaking magic ritual would be performed.
She taught me that symbols can be potent—they’re like magical shortcuts. They work because the emotions—the energy—are in your mind. The symbol connects your memory of the shape and meaning with the feelings and energy you put into it. As I understood it, the purpose was to help her control the magic she planned to unleash.
Once the pentagram was complete, my grandmother grabbed my hand.
“I need to borrow some of your magic,” she said.
Then she began to make her request.
“Hail Diablo, the Fallen One, the Demon of Calamity, the Guardian of Our Family! I seek assistance in matters of great importance. We need a gentle soaking rain to save our crops. I invoke thee, Diablo! Grant me the power and wisdom! I invoke thee, I invoke thee, enter our circle, and serve me!”
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. Diablo was an exquisite woman of unparalleled elegance, radiating a class that set her apart. Her striking features personified her captivating charm. She boasted a stunning face framed by long, jet-black hair. Her eyes were an alluring shade of pale blue, a shade I’d never seen before.
Her eyes locked with mine, and suddenly she lunged at me, only to bounce off an unseen barrier that surrounded the pentagram. I fell back and landed on my ass as Diablo tilted her head back and cackled.
“Bless your black heart, I think you made my grandson pee his pants,” Grandma Rodgers said.
I stood up, dusting the dirt off my butt.
“That wasn’t funny,” I complained.
“It was, and it never gets old,” Diablo said.
“She did the same thing to me when I was your age,” Grandma Rogers said.
It was almost as if the demon and my grandmother were friends discussing unimportant matters over coffee. But something about Diablo put my teeth on edge. There was an underlying tension in the air.
“Enough fun. You wish me to make it rain. Did you bring me a gift?” Diablo said as she eyed me.
My lizard brain had prepared my fight-or-flight response, and it was leaning heavily toward flight.
“I did,” Grandma Jeffers said as she showed Diablo a wiggling sack.
Diablo’s nostrils flared, and she smiled and nodded, “Deal!”
I noticed dark clouds forming overhead. Soon they spread out for miles, and it started to rain. My grandma tossed the sack into the circle. Diablo ripped it open, and I saw it was the litter of kittens that I’d been playing with that morning.
The kittens seemed to sense danger because they began to mew pitifully, which seemed to please Diablo. I was spared from witnessing their fate because Diablo and the kittens disappeared.
My grandma’s smile dropped, and it changed to a grim expression.
“I’m sorry about that. It has been some fifty years since she last tried to breach the barrier. If I hadn’t used some of your magic to seal the circle, I think she would’ve escaped.”
I shuddered to think what would happen if the Demon of Calamity were running loose in the world.
The next time I saw Diablo was on Halloween, also known as Samhain, the Wiccan New Year. My mind revolted when I tried to recall what had happened that night. I stiffened my resolve and was able to get flashes of that night. It was as if my old self was trying to protect me because it knew that as soon as I had this knowledge, it would change me forever.
But I had to know so that I would be prepared for the coming night’s events.
What I saw were glimpses of that fateful night, when all branches of the family came together. This would be the first year Chloe and I would be able to go to the circle and receive Diablo’s blessing.
My great-grandfather stepped into my grandpa’s office. Grandpa Jeffers circulated through the crowd of relatives, speaking with each one. If he nodded, then my grandma would take them to meet with Gorgon.
“What’s going on?” I asked my parents.
“Each year, Diablo grants three boons, and they are figuring out who can make a request,” Dad said.
“Boons as in wishes?” I asked.
“It’s for big life-changing things,” Mom said. “For me, it was my acting career, and for your dad, it was starting his business. With Diablo’s blessing, we’ve been wildly successful.”
“It’s almost time,” Grandpa Jeffers told everyone. “We have two new members who need to share their desires. When that’s done, we will go to the circle.
My grandparents, parents, and Uncle Joseph led Chloe and me into the office.
Gorgon had never acknowledged me, so I was a little stupefied when he smiled at me and greeted me by name.
“Caleb, Chloe ... our future. You are now part of the inner circle. Tell me your deepest desire.”
Everyone looked at me, and I hesitated before I said, “I have everything I could ever want.”
“A wise choice to save your boon until you know what you want.”
He then turned to Chloe.
She didn’t hesitate. “I want my father to find someone to love. He goes on a lot of dates, but can’t find the one and needs help.”
My uncle looked away when Chloe looked up at him. I got an inkling that my uncle was playing the field.
“Joseph does need to grow up and settle down. Thank you for bringing that to my attention.”
Uncle Joseph hugged his daughter before we were dismissed.
My memory jumped to the circle. Diablo had been summoned, and Gorgon had his hand on the back of Chloe’s and my necks, presenting us.
“I know this one. Caleb will someday take over for his grandmother in summoning me.”
Then she turned to Chloe and smiled.
“You have a kind heart, maybe too kind for this bunch.