Chapter 5

Laurel turned her hands under the table, stretching fingers this way and that, like Alison had shown her. Hunter, lying on the living room floor doing homework and watching TV, shifted position uncomfortably. This was the fifth erection his little sister had secretly forced on him today: the fifth erection that just would not go away - at least, as long as Laurel was able to continue the spell. Four times already today, Hunter had taken care of the problem the way teen boys typically do. The most recent time, he had rubbed himself raw, pushing past the pain to achieve orgasm and relief. He couldn’t understand why now, even after all that, his body was insisting on more. For minutes he ignored it, squirming on the ground trying to find a comfortable way to sit. Laurel pressed on with her spell and finally Hunter left for the solitude of his bedroom.

The spell had been more difficult each time Laurel had attempted it today: each time she had to overcome the increasing sexual fatigue in Hunter’s body. That was the whole point, though: Laurel enjoyed the greater challenge. For the first time in a long while, magic was fun again.

Glamours had been easy to learn to cast. To Laurel’s mind, that just showed how little her mother thought of her. Understanding how to use glamours to create the right effect, on the other hand, was a subject of ongoing coaching from Alison.

“Glamours aren’t illusions,” Alison had said. “They’re tricks of the mind that draw attention to certain characteristics, and if you’re good, influence how people react to those. But you have to be subtle - work with what you’ve got.”

“For you, Laurel, I think we should focus on your legs,” Alison went on. “You’ve got a great legs and a great butt, and with some care, I bet we can get all the guys noticing. Probably your hair, too - such a beautiful auburn.”

“Can’t we do something about, you know, these?” Laurel had asked, moving her hands to her breasts.

“No,” Alison had said flatly, “not without changing the way you dress.”

“What’s wrong with the way I dress?” Laurel had asked, trying not to be hurt by the fashion criticism from the woman-shaped talking mist.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Alison had explained. “You’ve got that good-girl school-girl look, and it works for you. But so far you don’t have a whole lot up top, and your wardrobe does nothing to show off what you do have. We can use a glamour to make guys look at your chest, but it would probably backfire and make them think of you as flatter than you really are.”

“But if I have to dress like a slut to get guys’ attention anyway, then what good is using magic?” Laurel had asked, frustrated.

“It’s just one more tool for your kit,” Alison had said. “A tool that the other girls in your school don’t have. Don’t worry about your boobs right now. Go to school with your glamours set up like I told you for a week or two, and watch what happens, okay?”

And Laurel had seen a difference. The girls still teased her, but the guys didn’t much, and sometimes she caught them looking at her in ways that she liked. Alison had proven her wisdom yet again.