It took me months to get the balls to approach the old woman who lived in the shanty, hidden behind a wall of tangled trees at the end of a two-mile single-lane, mud, and gravel road. The woman is supposed to be a witch, a Voodoo queen with knowledge and practice of the supernatural.

It was desperation built up over years of high school frustration that drove me to seek the advice, wisdom, and magic of the woman. I was over my head in love with Marjorie Kim Salinas, she was the most beautiful, most sexy girl in the whole world and I spent every waking moment thinking about her. But she didn’t even know I existed; she hung out with the sports stars, the bad boys, and chased any hunk she saw. I was the quintessential nerd: Five foot six, 122 lbs., thick glasses, elephantine ears, dull brown eyes that matched my crew-cut hair, and a straight A+ GPA for life. I am a weed in a flower garden, and Marjorie didn’t even know my name.

Just the drive to the old woman’s shack was an exercise in imagined terror. Even though it was mid-afternoon, the road through the backwoods was a tunnel of dark shadows interspersed with brief splats of weak filtered sunlight. I saw every kind of evil; werewolves, zombies, vampires, lions, tigers, and bears lurking behind the trees, hiding in the shadows. I pulled into her yard scattering goats and chickens into a rotted lean-to shed and by the time I got out of the car, I needed to change my underwear.

The outside of her hovel looked like a hovel, but the inside is what truly freaked me out. She had shelves stacked with Mason jars holding a million different types of bugs, small animals, snakes, birds, and bats; all pickled in some kind of liquid. She had cut roots and dried plants hanging from the rafters, and on one wall, pictures of witches and warlocks, including Maleficent and Merlin; and an autographed poster of Stephen King. To my astonishment, on the opposite wall, hung a sixty-five-inch, LED, smart, 4k HDTV tuned to The Good Witch.

She was cloaked in a blood-red, floor-length dress, her neck adorned by a collar of black fur from some long-extinct creature. Her dull black shoes had thick clog-like soles and were tipped with a blunt silver spike. I wouldn’t want her to kick me. She smiled with all of five mossy brown teeth, her tongue was covered with ugly warts, and she had a single long black hair hanging from her left nostril, but her glossy black hair was long and full, and her eyes were crystal blue, bright, and young. If you could only see her eyes, she would be beautiful.

“What is it that brings you to me, young man,” she inquired.

I spilled my guts; I didn’t hold back any part of my story. How I loved the girl but my love was unfulfilled. It wasn’t that Marjorie spurned me, she didn’t know I existed, I needed her to see me, to know me, to love me. How could that happen, “Can you help?” I asked.

She listened, never saying a word, not asking questions for the entire time I spoke. When I was done, she stared through me for a long minute then put her left hand on my chest and closed her eyes. She sat still for another minute while I counted the multi-colored stones in the nine rings she wore on her hand. She began to show her few teeth through a broad cracked-lip smile, “I can help you,” she cackled softly. She opened a wooden box that sat in the middle of the table and flicked through a thick file of recipe cards, muttering, “He will need a strong one.”

With a card in hand, she shuffled across the room, pushed aside a cluster of bottles, and grabbed a small vial that looked like an old perfume bottle with a glass stopper. The bottle was emerald green with a crosshatch of ruby-colored lines etched around the middle. The stopper was a long yellow crystal. The little bottle looked like a very expensive antique. She carefully laid the crystal stopper aside and then scuttled around the room grabbing six jars full of various colored slop, four of them had bugs floating in the liquid, and one contained a soggy black rose stuffed in with a one-eyed bat. With an eyedropper she measured liquid from each jar and dripped it into the vial, counting carefully how many drops of each solution she used. Once the vial was full, she crumbled some dry plant seeds into it, capped it, then put it on ‘high’ in a microwave for forty-eight seconds. After the mixture was heated, she set a timer and shook the little bottle until the timer bell rang. The old hag smiled once more and held the concoction to me, “That will be fifty-nine dollars please, I prefer cash, but six chickens would be okay.”

“What is it?”

“To any woman you hand this to, it will be a fragrant perfume. If she uses this potion, she will fall in love with you, you will be able to love her as you wish. When this Marjorie, or any woman, dabs a drop of this on her skin, you will have five hours with her before its effects quickly fade. Use the time wisely young man.” I didn’t have $59 exactly so I gave her three twenties; she got a dollar tip. After I chased a goat off the hood of my car, the drive back through the dark wilderness wasn’t nearly as terrifying.

The jeweled vial sat on my bedroom desk next to my laptop for days. It scared the shit out of me every time I looked at it; not because it was evil or magic-looking, but because of its promised potential. I didn’t have enough confidence to offer any girl the chance to sniff or use the perfume. What if one did and she acted just like the old hag said? I didn’t have a problem getting an erection, hell, I was a teenage boy. My problem was that I didn’t know how to use it. What if a girl ‘fell in love’ with me, did I have the guts to seduce her? That was my dilemma, I knew what I wanted, but was too goddamn afraid of my lack of experience and capabilities.

Lola, my older sister came downstairs for dinner acting all goofy, laughing and giggling, she started poking me, pushing me around, generally acting all weird and pissing me off. All through dinner and later while doing my schoolwork, Lola hung near making all kinds of strange comments and making an ass of herself, “What the fuck is your problem?” I asked her.

“I got no problem a little personal time wouldn’t cure.”

“What does that mean?”

She taunted, “It means you really are a nerd; you don’t even know when a girl is throwing herself at you.”

Huh?

I avoided my sister the rest of the night, the next morning she was as aloof and uncaring as she had been for my entire life. I didn’t ask what the hell got into her the day before, I wasn’t all that concerned. It wasn’t until that afternoon I noticed the crystal stopper of my perfume vial was lying next to the bottle, not sitting in place. Had my sister found it; did she try it? My balls shuddered when I thought of how she was acting and knew what happened. Lola found the vial, sampled the potion, and then tried to get my notice. Was I stupid enough not to know she was advertising, trying to get me alone for some attention? Wow, if that shit affected my sister that way, how would it work on other girls? My cock swelled to capacity when I realized that if it worked that well on Lola, it could affect Marjorie as well, or even better. From that moment on I was determined to experiment, to see how my fifty-nine-dollar brew influenced other girls before I tried for the gold, Marjorie. I picked up my cell and invited Kaleen over to ‘do homework.’

Kaleen is one of my few real friends. She is as homely as a misused simile, just as smart as me. We bonded as friends after we found out neither of us ever got a wrong answer in math. Most everybody who knew us swore we were lifelong boyfriend and girlfriend, lovers to the end, but we weren’t, we both agreed we wanted to love someone who didn’t look like us. Even though we were mentally linked, we were never physically linked. I chose Kaleen as my first experiment because I knew even if she got all hot and lovey, I wouldn’t do anything with her; she was too fucking skinny and had tiny tits; she wasn’t my type.

“That’s pretty, where did you get it?”

“At the flea market, some old guy had a bunch of these, I picked this one because it reminds me of hummingbird colors.”

Kaleen held the bottle to the light and jiggled the bottle, watching the liquid. She lifted the stopper, put it to her nose, and sniffed, “Smells nice, what’s it called?”

I didn’t think girls would care if the perfume had a name so I didn’t have an immediate answer but quickly rummaged through a few mental suggestions, I picked one in French, “The guy called it, le parfum de Vénus.”

“The Scent of Venus; appropriate,” she commented, then held her wrist out and tipped the bottle to sample a small splash on her wrist. Kaleen capped the bottle, set it aside, and then offered me her arm to smell. As I sniffed, she asked, “Have you written the critique on Much Ado About Nothing yet?” She was all business, asking if I had done our Shakespeare assignment.

“No, let’s get to it.”

Ten minutes after we opened my laptop and started collaborating on Shakespeare, Kaleen moved from her chair then stepped behind me and leaned over, putting her hands on my shoulders and her head next to mine, her cheek and mine were rubbing, I felt her breath on my skin, her fingers began to massage my shoulders as she talked. I was startled at first but quickly succumbed to the light touch of her fingers as they worked delicately from my shoulders to my neck. The sound of her words began to change, the tone, the volume, the inflections; her voice was becoming more melodious, less officious. Despite how I thought about her, my prick began to take an interest in what she was doing; for the first time in my life, my best friend caused a bit of hormonal tremor in my nuts, “Clark?” My name on her lips sent a shiver through my chest.

“What?”

“Did you ever think you might want to kiss me?”

I pushed away from the desk and turned my chair to face her, my heart was hammering, “Not really, I don’t think of you like that.”

She straightened up, moved to straddle my legs and sat on them, she hooked her hands over my shoulders and said with a small smile, “Maybe you should.” I put my hands on her waist and pulled slightly, she came easily to me and our lips bonded for the first time. I had never kissed a girl before, and I’m sure she never kissed a guy, but that didn’t seem to hinder the explosion of lust in that first kiss. Her lips were hot, soft, and moist. Kaleen canted her head to the left, moving her mouth on mine, her arms encircled my neck as we shared our first-ever kiss. My cock swelled impossibly huge and I slipped a hand between us to press it on her left breast. It may have been small, but was sensitive. Kaleen moaned softly then broke the bond, she sat up, and smiled hugely, “That was fucking awesome Clark.” I’d never heard my friend use foul language before and it shocked me; but thrilled me at the same time, I pulled her into another kiss.

She and I necked and made out for at least five minutes, not saying anything, but doing a lot. I was turned on like never before, she was rocking slightly on my legs, gasping and moaning while I fondled her little breasts and played with her ass, her entire body was hot to my touch. Kaleen moved her lips from mine to my face and neck, her hands went between us to rub my erection. I pulled her tight against the monster bulge in my pants, she arched her back for more pressure between our groins.

I had to move and get her off my legs so I pushed her away and stood. Kayleen looked at my obvious arousal then put her fingers to work, opening my pants, helping me relieve the restriction of clothing. While she was pulling my zipper, I unbuttoned her slacks then put my hands under the waistband then slipped them over the curve of her ass and down her legs. In moments she and I were wrapped up by arms as our bodies crushed together, my erection was trapped between her and me; she was rocking her body, rubbing on it. I stepped back, took her hand then pulled her to my bed. Kayleen and I got on it at the same time, she rolled to her back and then took her panties off. She reached under the band of my briefs, wrapped her fingers around my cock then invited me to fuck her with just a look and a smile.

She was acting under the influence of the witch’s brew; I was acting under the influence of a long-frustrated libido. I never in my life thought I could or would screw my best friend, but I was about to, with no hesitation, no doubt. I pulled my boxers to my knees and went to lie between her legs. Kaleen gripped my cock and then guided me to her center. I’d never done this with a girl, and I was sure she was pure too, but that didn’t seem to bother or concern either of us. She rubbed my cock up and down her split two times then urged softly, “Push in Clark, push it all the way.” She was wet, I was slick, so I eased into her until our bodies met. She sighed out the breath she’d been holding, “God this feels good.”

I started fucking the girl geek. As I looked down at her, I was surprised to see her face transform from plain and mousy, to very pretty. I moved her blouse up, freed her breasts from the A-cup bra then bent to lick and kiss her nipples. Fingers dented my back as we screwed, her breath was a windstorm of heated air on my ear; her body trembled every time I thrust hard into her. Kaleen pushed up on my thin shoulders, forcing me up so we could watch each other. She looked at the connection between us and started to huff, “Ohh, Ohh, UHhuh!” She slapped her hands to the bed, bunched my blanket in her hands, and cried, “Oh Clark! What are you doing to meeeee?” She arched her back then I collapsed on her while I shot my stuff into a girl for the first time in my life. I flopped off her to the mattress, she rolled to her side, facing me, put her arms around my neck, and pulled me into another deep kiss. When she pulled off my lips her eyes were glowing heat, “I love you, Clark.”

What we had done and what she said stunned me, but I was in awe of how that love potion worked. Not fifteen minutes after she tried a single drop, I was fucking her. Man, if it worked that well on other girls, I was set for life, there were a lot of drops in that bottle. I focused on Kaleen and noticed that she wasn’t as pretty as she was minutes earlier. Oh well, I still felt fantastic.

It didn’t end with just one fuck; the witch had told me the effects of the perfume would last about five hours and Kayleen was acting like she was going to spend all that time on my bed. She sat up, pulled off her shirt and bra then laid back down, lying tight against me. She lifted her leg over mine and started caressing my leg with her thigh as she started unbuttoning my shirt. She was puffing softly and I was quickly regaining enough bone to screw her again. I put my hand between her legs which pulled a quick gasp from her, she clamped her legs together to keep my hand in place while I rubbed her pussy with two fingers. I fondled her for a couple of minutes then she started shaking and groaning. The hand on my chest went to my erection and she tried to pull it off while she orgasmed. When she caught her breath again, she pulled on my arm to get me over her. I got between widespread legs then pushed in easily and fucked her until my nuts launched their second cuming. I looked down at her while she panted and vibrated, and saw again how pretty she was.

Kaleen and I stayed in bed, bonded by arms, friendship, and lust. She professed a long-suppressed love for me, I avoided saying any word that started with an L. After four fucks, I told her she had to go, my parents would be home soon. Instead of getting up, Kayleen offered me one more piece, a quickie. She just stayed on her back and smiled with satisfaction while I used her. After she left, I stayed in my room and reveled in the wonder of what had happened. First, my sister got all twitchy after sampling the potion, then my best friend tried to ruin my nuts when she tried a daub. I fucked her five fucking times in four hours! I started planning how to get Marjorie to splash some of the witch’s brew on her wrist.

Marjorie wasn’t bright enough to share any classes with me, and I didn’t run with her crowd, so getting her to talk to me and try the potion was a lot more challenging than I anticipated. She didn’t know me, didn’t want to know me. I tried to follow her to find out where she hung out, but she was always with some guy, or two, or more. If I had approached her, I’m sure I would be stomped into Jell-O in short order. Kaleen was being girlfriend kind of friendly since I screwed her and after a week, I was beginning to think I should let her try the perfume again. As I lay in bed Thursday night, I knew I was ready to fuck my best friend again; I called her and hinted that she could come to my room on Saturday and she quickly agreed. But, the anticipation of screwing Kaleen didn’t calm my balls or my thoughts, only stirred them more, I was horny then, not in two more days.

It started as a memory but grew into a full-fledged sexual intention. There was someone that might get hot for me right there in the house. Lola. She’d already shown the goop affected her, and just like any other girl, she had a pussy, and I knew for sure she was getting screwed by Ellis. I got out of bed, grabbed the vial then went to visit my sister.

She was asleep, on her side with one arm looped under a pillow. I shook the bottle to get the stopper wet then dripped one drip on my sister’s shoulder. I retreated to my bed, stripped my night clothes off, then waited. Hoped and waited. And hoped.

By the clock near the bed, it was 12 minutes later that my door opened and Lola stepped silently into the room. She looked down at me, smiled, then pulled her nightgown off. Lola has a lot more form and shape than Kayleen, and her pussy was bare, she shaved her pubes. My cock which had been half-hard swelled to huge in seconds; my older sister was there to fuck me.

Lola lifted the blanket and then lay at my side. Without a word, she reached for my erection and stroked it while nuzzling my chest. She slid down my stomach then kissed the end of my prick, lifted her eyes, smiled then started sucking my cock. I held the blanket high to watch my sister as she bobbed her head, using her tongue on the base of my prick. Kayleen didn’t do that and it was all new and exciting as hell, my nuts were packing up, solid and hard, and my cock was swelling with semen. Lola grabbed the shaft of my prick, pursed her lips around the head then pumped me twice, setting off an eruption of cum. She let me blow on her face two times then she pulled away and giggled like a little girl with a new toy while I shot the rest over her hand and arm. When I was done surging, she came back up and planted her cum covered lips on my cheek, then smeared the mess up and over my ear, “You may be my little brother, but you aren’t that little,” she whispered as she squeezed my still swollen cock. I was living another hot fantasy, fucking my sister had been a secret desire ever since I got hairy balls, and now she was giving me more than anything I ever dared hope of her.