Chapter 3

Arriving at home, I prepared tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, getting it to the table just as the girls burst excitedly through the door. They had been chosen to participate in their school play, and had gotten the parts of the maid and of Helen. Beth was going to play the part of a little blind and deaf girl. so her lines would be easy to memorize, but she would have to work on character acting. Holly would have to say things such as "lawd o my, sitch happenin's!". They had good roles for first performances.

They ate the soup without complaint, I guess the grilled cheese made up for having to eat tomato soup. It was traditional New England fare though, and I guess if you are raised on it, you can get accustomed to eating seal blubber or haggis. Sometimes I wonder who was brave enough to eat the first blue cheese, or the first spoon full of yogurt. Here, have a bite of moldy cheese, some milk so rotten it has turned solid. Brave folks, or else just starving.

I set the girls to their homework, and started in on dinner. I had a yen for enchiladas, and rolled some shredded beef from the leftover pot roast into steamed corn tortillas, putting them in a cake pan and thickening the leftover tomato soup with chilies and green tomatoes for a sauce. Topping with shredded cheese, I put in the oven on a timer, set to start it twenty minutes before Mom and Dad came home. Then I cleaned up the kitchen and went into the garage to do my workout.

First I did aerobic step exercises for forty minutes, and then I lifted weights for half an hour. I took my shower, and did my homework before the smell of the enchiladas brought me downstairs in time to check the girl's homework, and set them to setting the table. Dinner was on the table just as our parents came in, and I gave Mom a shopping list of things we needed to get this weekend. Tomorrow was Friday, and Mom would shop before coming home, so dinner would be an hour later than usual.

After dinner and cleanup, I went to my room, and read ahead in my school books for a few hours, before going to tuck the girls in, and kiss them goodnight. When I went to bed after making certain my alarm-clock was set, I also set a personal alarm, to make certain I would wake up if anyone touched my dick. I was curious as to how my morning erection always found its way out the fly of my shorts and between my sister's thighs. I had my suspicions.

Sure enough, at about three in the morning when Beth slipped into my bed, her tiny hand stealthily slipped into my fly and fished out my wrinkled little stubby, gently working it over until it swelled and engorged, whereupon she slipped it between her thighs. Her nightgown was rucked up as she had gotten into my bed, giving her naked juncture skin to skin contact with my erection. Mystery solved, sort of. I let myself fall back to sleep.

In the morning I awoke and turned off my alarm clock before it rang, as usual. I un wedged my piss hardon from between Beth's skinny legs, and shook her awake to send her back to the girls' room to get ready for school.

"So what is your excuse for taking up room in my bed, when you have a perfectly good bed of your own?" I teased. I enjoyed their excuses.

"Well that old tree branch was scraping against the window, and I thought maybe it was like a monster trying to get in, and it was making shadows like claws on the floor. I knew it wasn't really a monster, but it scared me and I couldn't get to sleep from worrying about it, so I came in here and cuddled up with you. You aren't mad, are you Z.P.?"

"No, I am not mad, but I am curious, why did you fish my wiener out of my shorts, and put it between your legs?" I wondered.

Beth blushed a bright red. "Holly told me that she done that, to keep you from poking her in the back at night. She said it felt good, too, so I decided to try it- about a month ago! Don't be mad at me, Z.P.!"

I grinned to show her I wasn't mad, and shooed her off to her own room while I went in to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and hair, and looked at myself in the mirror. Mirror! Today Miss Tiff would activate the reflection spell. I was sure I would hear about it, but planned to be nowhere around when she did it.

I had no idea what the coven would think about it, but they should be careful of Miss Tiff afterwards, if they knew what was good for them. Their spells would be weak and ineffective compared to the results breaking that mirror would have. I could hardly wait to hear about it.

I calmed myself down, and cleared my mind of desire and wanting- the results would be natural consequences of the three-fold law the witches should already know about, that if you dished it out, it might come back at you, times three. Or more, even. I wasn't doing anything to them, just turning about what they were trying to do to Miss Tiff.

I ate my breakfast, hugged Mom and hugged and kissed Holly, giving Beth a fake kick in the rear. She hammed up an ow, rubbing her bottom exaggeratedly. I grabbed my backpack, and got my bike. The sky looked like it might rain today sometime, so I took along my poncho, but I didn't need it yet. I enjoyed my cruse to school, and I arrived five minutes early, spending some time with my pals discussing little peculiarities of various teachers.

I hadn't seen the gym teacher bully any particular student before now, but today he had two kids he was attacking while ignoring infractions from other students. I tested it, doing exactly the same thing one of his targets had done to get punished, right in front of him, but he was too busy looking for an excuse to nail one of his two 'favorites' to call me on it.

The next time he went to blow his whistle on one of the two, his fingers slipped right as he put the whistle to his lips and went to draw a huge breath to blast his disapproval, and the whistle got sucked into his mouth, and into his throat. It could have been a bad scene, but the whistle was on a lanyard, and he was able to fish the whistle from his red choking face, made redder by the ill-disguised giggles none of his students were able to prevent from surfacing.