Gender: Male Age: 21 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Not my Storie All credit Goes to Eric Storm|
"Jake, come look at this!" April White called out. Her husband, who had been sitting at the table doing a crossword, came over quickly.
The two looked out, and were extremely startled to see a large tiger in their back yard. One of their son's friends was lying on the ground, and April started as the animal leapt at the boy. Jake held his wife, and promptly the animal vanished.
"Tell me I'm seeing things!" his wife pleaded.
Jake opened the window a little bit, so he could hear the conversation. When his son admitted to having magic, Jake went pale.
"We've got to talk to him about it!" April urged in a hushed voice.
"Not until we speak to Reverend Dewey."
"How are things with your family?" Amy asked him. He'd spent the last three hours with Veronica, fulfilling his apprenticeship duties regarding bonding, and now she was taking a nap, and he was talking with Amy on the couch in the living room.
"Mom and Dad are fine, I guess... They seem to be avoiding me for some reason," he said, unable to see the warning that presented.
"I meant your real family, Don. How is Katie?"
"A little miffed at me, still, for hiding my magic from her."
"We're all a little surprised that you did."
"I made a promise."
"Yeah. I guess we didn't take that into consideration. Most apprentices tell someone before they're supposed to."
Don shrugged. "Too much other crap going on at home. They didn't need that dumped on them."
"How are Julie and Susan?" Amy transitioned smoothly.
"Susan's just fine. Gill's left her completely alone the last couple days, as he promised to. Julie... is still recovering from losing Paul. She's doing all right, though."
"With your help," Amy added warmly.
"I do what I can, I guess."
"And how's Annie?"
Don had been looking out the front window. His head snapped around to stare at Amy.
"I was there, Don. I know what you feel for her."
"That was there. She doesn't even remember me here."
"Did you ever tell her how you feel?"
Don paused for a long moment. "Not in the right ways, I guess."
Amy pushed herself closer to him. "I think you told her in every way that matters. Did you two get along... um... physically?"
Don blushed at the intent of the question, and shook his head in sorrow. "We never tried. Things were always getting in the way."
Amy looked at him sadly, and ran her hand along his cheek. "I have to leave tomorrow morning, so this'll be the last time I see you this trip. I'll be back, though. You really need to think about Annie."
"She has her own life here, she doesn't need some teenager showing up on her doorstep, and..." Amy silenced him with a finger to his lips.
"You and I both know that she isn't happy here. You were able to give her comfort and joy that she didn't know from anywhere else. I can't tell you what to do, Don, but you really do need to think it over."
"Okay," Don said, his voice a little heavy.
"Now, you look tired, and I need to rest, too. Let's go take a nap together. I want to feel you next to me again, before I have to leave."
"Yes, Mistress," he said with a smile.
The warning signs that Don had been ignoring for the last few days became abundantly obvious when he saw three new cars parked outside their house. He had to park in the neighbor's driveway - something he'd gotten permission to do a long time ago - and got out of the car, more curious than anything.
What's this all about? he wondered. Walking into the house, he had a sense of deja vu. Once again he was returning from Veronica's, and once again there would be a confrontation that began in the living room. As Don walked in, he saw his parents, sitting on the couch. It looked as if his mother had been crying. His father stared at him with an odd look on his face.
In the chair across from them sat a man in a suit. After a long moment, he recognized the man as his parents' minister. Don had no religion of his own; as soon as he'd been old enough to stay home alone, he'd stopped going to church with his parents. They, however, were devout Christians, and it was for this reason that he'd not mentioned his magic to them. They had not brought their religion home before, though... and he was grateful that they didn't try to convert him or Katie back to their beliefs.
These thoughts didn't have a lot of time to run through Don's head, as his arms were suddenly grasped from either side. He looked quickly at the two men - large, imposing men - who had hold of him. He assumed these men were deacons in the church. That told him exactly what this was about.
The minister was focused very intently on Don, while his parents just looked dismayed.
Don took a deep breath. He knew he was in no spiritual danger. What could they do? They could try an exorcism, he supposed, and that would be unpleasant, since they would never be able to cast out a nonexistent demon. Physically, the two men holding him could be dangerous.
You should have been paying more attention. Then they wouldn't have been able to grab you! Don vowed to keep his guard up at all times from now on. Another thought occurred to him as he was being held, and it was more important to him than his own predicament.
"Where's Katie?" he asked calmly.
"Your sister is in her room. She doesn't need to be exposed to this," the minister said quietly. "Young man, your parents have told me things that it is frankly hard to fathom. They have said you have dark power."
Don smirked. "And you'd like a demonstration?"
Before the minister could stop him, Don muttered a couple short spells. The first weakened the muscles of the arms holding him. The second increased his agility to that of a weasel... if only for a few seconds.
Don twisted and squirmed, and in a half-second was completely free of the two men holding him. A third spell flashed a tremendous light in their face. It was a little too close to one of the deacons, and his nervous system overloaded, causing him to pass out. The effect was similar to some less-than-lethal weaponry, and Don made a note to keep that in mind for later. The other deacon was shaking his head, trying to clear his vision.
"Is that what you were looking for?" Don asked, standing away from the deacons, but not approaching his parents or the minister. His position allowed him to look up the stairs, and he saw Katie sitting at the top. She put her finger to her lips, and he winked quickly, unnoticed by anyone else in the room.
"So, you are in league with Lucifer," the minister said harshly. "You must give this up, boy!"
Don cocked his head and put his hand on his chin. "Lucifer... Lucifer... Nope, can't say as I know anyone named Lucifer."
"Beelzebub! Satan! The Accursed One!" the minister spat.
"Oh, Him!" Don said mockingly. "I've made no agreements with him, and I've signed no contract."
"His ways are slippery and hard to discern, my young man. You might not have been aware of the agreement when you made it, but in his clutches is where you are! You must turn away! You must return to Jesus!"
Don coughed. "Buddy, I left Jesus behind many years ago. I haven't seen much reason to go back, either. My power doesn't come from a demon, Reverend. My power is a natural part of the universe. If there is a God, He created the power I use as surely as he created the air you breathe."
"Lies! The words of the wicked!" the minister screeched. "We will drive out this demon together! Fight, boy! Fight him!"
Don walked closer to the minister, and behind him, he heard Katie creep down the stairs far enough to watch. The minister stepped back, having risen during his little diatribe. As Don approached, the man held out his Bible, a golden cross emblazoned on its front.
"Do not approach me, you servant of evil! In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave this boy!"
Don reached out and took hold of the book. Removing it from the shocked minister's unresisting fingers, he ran his fingers over the cross, and then held the book in his hands for a long time. It had no supernatural ability that he could discern, even after a muttered magic-perception spell.
Don turned and set the Bible on a shelf, then turned back to the pastor. He could see his parents out of the corner of his eye. His mother was cringing; his father was furious.
"Even God cannot cast out something that doesn't exist in the first place," Don said. "I am not possessed. And I am offended that you think that I should listen to you, when you come in here ranting about something you clearly know nothing about!"
"How dare you speak to a man of God that way!" Don's father bellowed, finally gaining a voice. "You apologize this instant!"
"For what? Isn't it a Christian teaching to 'hate the sin, and not the sinner?'" So why are you all looking at me like that?
His father grew much redder in the face. "Go to your room. And so you cannot go seeing whatever evil person has dragged you down into this pit, you are grounded! You will go nowhere except to school!"
Don shrugged. He knew he could get past them without any real problem. He turned back to the pastor, then grabbed the Bible off the shelf and handed it back to him. "The deacons will be fine. The unconscious one shouldn't be seriously hurt. Perhaps you should read this," he said calmly as the pastor took hold of the Bible. "I did."
Don turned and walked up the stairs. Katie was waiting for him at the top. She hugged him tightly, and sniffled. He patted her shoulder, then walked on past into his room, closing the door calmly.
Once inside, he started laughing as hard as he could ever remember. He laughed so hard his sides began to hurt, and he collapsed on his bed, overcome with guffaws.
He thought I would be scared off by a cross! Like I'm a vampire!
Katie watched her brother go into his room, but she didn't wait to hear his laughter. She stormed down the steps to confront her parents. She hit the bottom of the stairs as one of the deacons finally got his vision clear enough to move around. The pastor went over to comfort him.
"How could you guys do that! He's not some damn demon, he's my brother! Geez, I think you guys have seen The Exorcist a few too many times!"
"Katie, Sweetheart," her mother started, "you just don't understand..."
"Oh, I understand just fine! Don has something you don't understand, and that makes you scared. You can't control it, can't define it, can't put it in a little box, so it frightens you!"
"Watch your mouth, young lady," her father scolded.
"You're worried about what I'm saying? After all the stuff he just said?" she demanded, pointing to the preacher, who was now, along with his associate, helping the unconscious deacon. "What a damned double-standard that is!" She'd avoided saying 'goddamned' only because she knew the trouble that would get her in.
"You listen to me, and you listen good, young lady," her father started in. "This is none of your concern, and I think you need to learn some manners and some respect."
"Respect?" she started to ask, but her father cut her off.
"Don't talk back to me! Now you're going to apologize to Reverend Dewey, and you're going up to your room until you can behave civilly."
Katie's eyes burned with fire. "It will be a cold day in Hell before I apologize to him." Katie turned and stormed back up the stairs, pissed off and hurt. She was going to go to her room and cry, but decided she didn't want to be alone.
Katie knocked on Don's door. She heard some noises inside, but they were too muffled for her to make out.
Don had very nearly gotten over his giggles when Katie knocked on the door. He opened it with a wary look on his face, until he saw her. He almost smiled, until he noticed the expression on her face. He pulled her into his room and closed the door.
Katie hugged her brother fiercely. She began to cry, letting her frustration out while he held on to her. She didn't know what was happening to her family; she only knew that the only person that seemed to care about her right now was the one holding her.
Don pulled Katie over to the bed, and sat down on the edge of it with her. He pulled her fully onto the bed until he had his back to the wall. She was clinging to him, her head buried in the crook of his neck and shoulder. He rubbed her back and let her cry it out, not really knowing what else to do.
After a while, Katie calmed down a bit. Don reached over - stretching mightily - to grab the Kleenex off his night table. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes, and coughed a little, and Don sat there, holding onto her throughout.
"You're not possessed, are you?" Katie asked softly.
"No, Katie," Don said, his giggles almost returning. A funny thought occurred to him just then. "Have you ever noticed that if you take the word sacred and swap two letters, you get scared?"
Katie looked at him, and began to smile. Then she started to giggle. It was infectious, and before long, they were both laughing heartily.
"Hey, Donny," Katie said softly. She whispered because she knew her brother didn't like to be called that in public. Julie was with her, and smiled. He kissed Julie, then hugged his sister. They were in school, getting ready to go to lunch. He was happy to see both of them.
"Where's Susan?" he asked. It had become something of a ritual for them all to eat lunch together.
"Getting yelled at. She didn't get her homework done," Julie said, giggling.
"Be nice," Don said with a smirk. He ran his hand along her side. "You only got yours done 'cause you had help."
Julie smiled brightly, and kissed Don again. Kate stood by, and tried to ignore the tingling that arose between her legs. Stop it! He's your brother!
Once Don had finished putting his books in his locker, the three headed off down the hallway. They rounded one corner, and stopped, because they could see a rather large senior heading in their direction.
"Oh, shit," Julie said. "That's one of the football players I used to date."
Now, for the last few weeks, Don had enjoyed a respite from the teasing and beatings of the seniors. He hadn't known why, but he had enjoyed it. Clearly this was at an end, unless he was misreading the situation rather badly.
"Hey, White! You and I are gonna have a talk!"
The girls stepped back as Don directed them, but he stayed put. He'd taken enough abuse from the football team to make him instantly angry that one of them would approach him now. The words not this time echoed through his head.
"What do you want, Troy?" Don said crossly.
Troy stepped up to him. "Ooh, tough guy. I'm gonna teach you not to screw around with girls that have been marked as senior chicks."
"Marked, huh? Do you lift your leg when you do that?"
There were some chuckles from the kids in the hall, who had all stopped to watch the coming fight. Troy grew red in the face.
"You fucking son of a bitch!" Troy ignored the low chanting that Don was doing, and didn't notice the movement of his hand. When Troy swung on him, Don seemingly slid sideways without actually moving. In truth, he had simply been able to sidestep very quickly. Troy was caught off-balance, and Don pushed him as he had Gill. Troy stumbled, but didn't lose his footing.
As Troy whirled, Don chanted another spell, augmenting his own strength. He lunged off his back leg, and delivered a fierce blow to Troy's chin. The football player staggered back until he bounced off members of the crowd. There were gasps that anyone Don's size would attempt to take on a member of the football defense.
Troy cursed a blue streak as he rubbed his chin. Julie had seen the look that crossed Troy's face before.
"Don, careful!" she cried out.
"Shut up, you bitch!" Troy hollered. He locked eyes with Don, who almost looked as though he had the upper hand.
"Apologize to her. Now," Don said coldly.
"Fuck you!" Troy snarled.
Don chanted his spell somewhat more loudly this time, enough that some of the students caught it, and knew what it meant. As Troy was about to lunge at Don again, Don stepped forward and delivered a perfect martial arts two-handed punch to Troy's solar plexus and abdomen. Don had seen this move in movies many times, but he wouldn't normally have had the strength to pull it off, nor the precision. The magic took care of that part.
Troy felt all the air whoosh out of his body, and he also felt his feet leave the ground. Don had used more strength than he'd intended to, and Troy went flying. The kids that didn't move out of the way fast enough got shoved aside by Troy's flying body. Luckily no one got pinned behind him, because when he hit the lockers, he left a dent. One of them would need to be cut open with a torch.
Troy fell to the floor. People could see the blood oozing out of the back of his head. It was only a cut, but it looked nasty. The crowd moved away as Don got closer.
"I'm sick of your shit, Troy. And I'm sick of the goddamned football team's shit. What you just got was a small taste of what I can do to you if you really piss me off." This was a lie; Don was nearing his limits on what he knew.
"All right, White, to the office!" the assistant principal bellowed. The other kids scattered, except for Julie and Kate. "You two, get to lunch!" he said.
"But sir," Katie tried, "We saw the whole thing. This wasn't Don's fault!"
"Right. That's why the other guy is the one lying on the floor bleeding. Now get moving, before you're in as much trouble as he is!"
"Go on, Katie," Don said to her. "I'll be fine. I'll see you after school."
Katie and Julie moved off, and Don headed for the office. He noted with some satisfaction that Troy had not moved yet.
When the assistant principal, Mr. Houston, came into the office, he jerked his thumb at Don to indicate where they were going. Don shrugged and followed him into the principal's office.
"What's going on, Mr. Houston?" the principal, Mr. Vandermeer asked.
"This bastard just took down Troy Wilkins."
"Let's watch the language, shall we?" Mr. Vandermeer asked. Turning to Don, he said, "Is this true?"
"No, sir, my parents were married when I was born." Don had no idea why that had just come out of his mouth. He was never one to be a problem, but lately he'd just had so much crap thrown at him from authority, he couldn't resist rebelling a little.
Mr. Vandermeer, who had known Don for several years, having been his junior high principal at one time, smirked. "Okay, smart aleck, you know what I meant."
"Yes, sir, I did lay Troy out cold."
"Out cold is a bit of an understatement!" Mr. Houston snarled. "They're taking him to the hospital!"
"Oh, come on, Mr. Houston," the principal said. "Does Mr. White here look like he could do that to a guy the size of Troy Wilkins?"
"The kids I talked to said he was casting spells. Like he's some kind of a witch."
"I am not a witch," Don said, offended. "I am a magician. Witches practice an entirely different kind of magic, based on their religion. My magic does not come from a religion."
Mr. Vandermeer raised his eyebrows at Don's statement. "You're saying you did 'put a spell' on Troy?"
"No, sir, I used a spell to beat the snot out of him."
"Because I refused to let him beat the snot out of me again."
"There's never been any proof to back up your claims, Mr. White," Mr. Houston snapped. He was a big fan of the football team.
"Hmmm. Could this be because the football team invariably backs its own? Every time I have gotten in a fight, the football team has said that the member I accused was practicing, or was with them, or some other lie."
Mr. Vandermeer raised his hands to prevent the continuation of this argument. "Regardless, your actions today were inexcusable. Protecting yourself is one thing, but putting another student in the hospital goes well beyond self-defense. I will call your parents, and they should hopefully be able to be here shortly. We will discuss your punishment then. Please wait out in the office."
Don rose, and glared at Mr. Houston. When he stepped into the outer office, he saw Susan there. He smiled at her, until he realized she must also be in trouble. She got up and went into the principal's office, and Don sat down. She was back out in a few minutes, and sat next to him.
"What're you in for?" Don asked.
"I told a teacher off. She didn't believe me that I lost my homework on the bus, which I did!"
Don discreetly took her hand and squeezed it. She smiled at him.
"Anyway, I told her what a bitch she was. Needless to say, she didn't like that very much."
"They called my mom. She's going to ground me, I'm sure."
"I've already been grounded," Don said. He told her the story of the previous night's encounter. Susan grimaced.
"So what're you doing in here?" Susan asked, when he was done.
"Troy Wilkins decided to pick on me today. Bad move for Troy. I guess I used a little too much oomph, 'cause they took him to the hospital. I think they're going to suspend me for fighting."
"Is that fair? You were just protecting yourself!" Susan demanded.
Don shrugged. "I don't think it's fair, but they don't give a shit what I think."
He chatted with Susan for the next twenty minutes, until her mother showed up to take her home. She gave him a kiss before she left, and her mother glared at her for that. Then Don sat alone, waiting for his parents to show.
Finally, a good fifteen minutes later, his mother and father walked into the office. His father stared daggers at him, and Don looked back impassively. The secretary picked up the intercom phone, and soon the principal motioned them all into his office. Don walked in and sat down without being bidden; though he hadn't been here much, he knew the routine.
The principal sat in his chair and leaned back. Mr. Houston was there, leaning against the wall. Jake and April White sat in chairs behind their son.
"All right, Don," Mr. Vandermeer said. "According to Mr. Houston, you have seriously injured a star football player, sending him to the hospital with a concussion, and several bruised ribs. I'd like you to tell us your version of what happened."
Don said, "I was walking to lunch with Katie and Julie..."
Mr. Vandermeer raised his hand to interrupt. "Excuse me for asking, but who are they, and why aren't they here?"
"Katie is my sister, and Julie is my girlfriend. They aren't here because he," at this, Don jerked his thumb at Mr. Houston, "sent them to lunch. They wanted to come to give their side of the story, but he wouldn't let them."
Mr. Vandermeer looked darkly at Mr. Houston, but then nodded for Don to continue.
"Anyway, I was walking to lunch with them, and we turned the corner, and here comes Troy. He's obviously ticked about something. Well, I've had enough of his beatings and torment, so I asked the girls to step back, and then I asked him what he wanted."
"What did he say?" the principal wanted to know.
"Something about how I wasn't supposed to go out with girls that the seniors - by which I'm guessing he meant the football team - had picked for themselves."
"Then what did you do?"
"I made a smart-ass remark that he didn't appreciate too much, because he swung on me."
"Right," Mr. Houston said, snorting. "I don't see any marks on you!"
"I said he swung on me. I did not say he hit me. I moved out of the way."
"Of a punch. From a linebacker." Mr. Houston was obviously unconvinced.
"Would you like me to demonstrate how quickly I can get from here to where you're standing, Mr. Houston, sir?" Don said with disgusting politeness. Mr. Houston kept his mouth shut after that.
"Then what happened?" Mr. Vandermeer asked.
"Well, I sort of shoved him while he was off balance, you know, because he'd missed. When he got his footing again, he whirled around and started to come at me. I realized I was going to have to fight him or get beaten up. I'm tired of getting beaten up. So, I chanted a spell or three, and... well, kind of laid him out. I'm sorry he got hurt; I'm not used to using that spell."
"And you expect us to believe this crap?" Mr. Houston snarled.
Don picked up a coffee mug sitting on the edge of Mr. Vandermeer's desk. "Is this special to you, sir?"
"Huh? No, it's just a mug I brought from home."
"I'll replace it."
Don chanted a spell, and held the mug in one hand. He began to squeeze, until the cup - a heavy porcelain mug - shattered into many pieces that fell to the floor.
"Yes, sir," Don said to Mr. Houston, "I expect you to believe that crap."
Don heard his mother gasp from behind him, and he felt his father's hand on the back of his neck.
"You're coming with me, young man! You were warned!"
"If you don't remove your hand, Dad," Don said rather irately, "I will have Mr. Vandermeer call Child Protective Services."
"Why don't you just use a spell on him?" Mr. Vandermeer said with a smirk.
"I'm tired," Don said truthfully.
"Mr. White, please sit down." Jake sat down in his seat, but was clearly unhappy.
"Don, I can see your point. However, I'm afraid I can't let this go without punishment. Otherwise, we will have students taking up magic... or martial arts... and beating up other students who they feel deserve it, and then where would we be? Now, I think the situation is serious enough to warrant suspension for the rest of the week... which is, of course, the rest of the school year."
"Sir," Don said, trying to keep his voice level, "you're sentencing me to another year of high school. Without my finals, I won't pass two of my classes. I need those classes before I can take next year's classes, and you don't offer them in summer school, because they're AP courses."
"That's not fair!" April White said, suddenly coming to her son's defense. "What punishment is the other kid going to get for attacking my son in the first place?"
"The other kid," Mr. Houston snapped, "is in the emergency room!"
"With a concussion and some bruises! Big deal!" April shouted back.
"April, that's enough," Jake said. "We'll deal with this later. Mr. Vandermeer, are you done?"
The principal looked at Jake, then at Don, and began to worry. There was, however, nothing he could do. "Yes, I think so."
"Let's go, Donald," Jake said, not touching his son in the presence of the school administrators.
Don got up, and looked at Mr. Vandermeer. He then glared at Mr. Houston. "I hope you're happy, sir. Just so you know, I'll be taking this matter to the Board of Education, and perhaps the State Department of Education. By the time I'm done, this school won't be allowed to have a football team. I can put together enough victims of your goon squad to shut you down. And I will." Don turned and walked out, leaving his parents to stare at the administrators. Don didn't care; he'd had enough crap from people who wanted nothing more than to keep him under their thumbs, and it was high time he told them where they could stick their thumbs.
The ride home was extremely quiet. Don figured his parents wanted to be behind closed doors before they let rip. When they pulled into the driveway, he got out of the car and went into the living room. This was where they had their yelling sessions, the few times they'd ever done so. Though he would, in the past, have been nervous or outright afraid of what was coming, now he was too annoyed to be scared. He'd done nothing wrong, and he was the one getting all the punishment.
The door slammed soon after he sat down, and both of his parents came in. His mother sat in a chair as far across the room from him as she could get, but his father paced angrily back and forth.
"I don't get it. I just don't get it. Where did we go wrong?" Don knew this was a rhetorical question; his father wasn't actually talking to him, he was ranting to himself. "We spend years trying to raise them right. We take them to church. We try to instill in them values. But no. First you turn away from the church..."
Jake turned and bellowed at Don, "And then you blaspheme God with your... your devil worship?"
Don sat quietly, a neutral expression on his face. He figured he was probably expected to show remorse or fear, but as he felt neither of them, he wasn't going to act like it.
"What is it going to take to get through to you? Your... your 'magic' nearly killed somebody today! Is that what it's going to take? Is someone going to have to die before you wake up and turn away from this... this cult you've joined, this bastion of evil! What am I supposed to do, wait until you hurt one of us next?"
Don sat still, saying nothing. He knew this would enrage his father even more. At this point, he was enjoying the show. He had to work not to smile at his father. It had been a long time since he'd gotten a home sermon. He remembered them from his childhood. His father had not become a more eloquent speaker over the years.
"So what do I do with you? I grounded you, but I had to let you go to school. Well, you get in trouble there, too! So. You are still grounded. Now you may go nowhere. I will not allow anyone in here to see you. You will be completely isolated. You need to think long and hard about what you're doing, young man. This has got to end, before your immortal soul burns in the fires of damnation!"
Jake White was winded. He was getting too old for this sort of aggravation. He had lost a half-day's wages, and his son sat there, almost like a statue. It was infuriating him all the more that his son wouldn't even try to argue back, as he had sometimes done during these lectures.
"WELL?" Jake screamed in rage.
"Can I go to my room now?" Don asked calmly.
Jake was apoplectic, and April spoke, before her son was physically harmed by her husband. She didn't realize that wasn't possible. "Yes, Don. Go now. I will bring your dinner to you; please stay in your room."
"Fine," he said, knowing full well he could leave any time he damned well pleased. He walked up the stairs, closed the door, and sat down at his computer. He chuckled to himself at his father's tirade; it was about what he'd expected, really... lots of bluster, but his father's fundamentalist Christian beliefs would not allow him to do more to Don than yell at him. He was, after all, already grounded.
The loss of Julie and Susan would be a problem; he was sure that their parents would know that he wasn't supposed to be out and about, and so they would have to be sneaky about it.
He sent off an email to Susan, explaining what had happened. It occurred to him that she, too, might be grounded now. He shrugged, figuring he could work it out.
Turning to his third-circle magic book, he cast the decryption spell, and then went looking for a good sleep spell... just in case he needed to go somewhere.
Don was sitting in his room, typing merrily away on his computer, when there was a knock at the door. It was so quiet, it had to be his mother. No one else was supposed to be allowed in to see him, anyway.
"C'mon in, Mom," he called out. April opened the door, and stood in the doorway. She'd come no closer to her son than that.
"Come on. We're going to the school."
"What for? I'm suspended."
"I know. And despite your... problem... that wasn't fair. I'm going to talk that principal into letting you back into class."
Don shrugged. He would much rather take his finals than not, as he had no interest in spending another year in high school. The truth was, if he didn't pass those classes, he might not bother with finishing high school, and just take his GED. But if his mother wished to argue the point, then that was okay by him.
The two walked down to the car, and got in. April started the car and looked over at Don. She shivered, and fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Mom, would you like to sit in back while I drive?" He knew better than to ask if he should sit behind her; she no longer trusted him.
"Yes, I think that would be best."
They changed places, and she was now cringing as far into the opposite corner of the car from him as she could get. Don ignored that, and drove off for the school.
Don wandered around the office. He didn't feel like sitting there, fidgeting, while his mother was in yelling at the principal. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying, only that there were raised voices. He could have used a spell to hear better, but he figured he'd just as soon not know what was said.
He looked at the bulletin board, which had announcements on it. None of them were especially important, especially since three-quarters of them were out of date. He chuckled at that. Just then, one of his teachers walked in.
"Hello, Don... I thought you were suspended."
"Hi, Mrs. Nash. I am. My mom's reaming out the principal, trying to get me out of it."
"Oh. That's... nice of her, I guess."
Don shrugged. "I don't hold out much hope."
Mrs. Nash lowered her voice. "That stuff they're saying about you..."
Don grinned mischievously. "What am I being accused of?"
"They're calling you a warlock."
Don frowned mightily. "Mr. Houston. He can't get his mind around the idea that witches and warlocks aren't the only magicians in the world. I am a magician. Nothing more. Nothing less."
Mrs. Nash looked at him strangely. "I... Well, quite honestly, I didn't expect you to admit to being a magician, either. I assume we're not talking about tada and abracadabra..."
Don chuckled. "No. Neither of those words comes up in my spells."
"Well..." she was interrupted as the office door opened, and April and Mr. Vandermeer came out together.
"Mrs. Nash... good thing you're here, as I believe Mr. White is supposed to be in your class this hour. Mrs. White has convinced me that our punishment for young Don was too harsh. He will, however, be restrained to one classroom, as a form of on-campus suspension. I wonder if you'd be willing to take that duty?"
With little hesitation, Mrs. Nash said, "Surely. He's never been a problem in my classroom."
"Thank you. Is that satisfactory, Mrs. White?"
"Yes. Very. Thank you. I'll see you at home, Don."
April scurried out of the office, giving Don a wide berth. He chuckled.
"Should I go get my books, Mr. Vandermeer?"
"Yes. After that, you will be restricted to Mrs. Nash's classroom, and the teacher's lounge, where you will eat your lunch and return directly to Mrs. Nash's class. You may go to the restroom between classes, but if you are seen wandering the halls, you will be severely punished."
Don left, a confused look on his face. Just what the hell did Mom threaten him with? The teacher's lounge?
Don was in his room, relaxing a bit. He was amusing himself by writing symbols in the air. A simple, first-circle spell, it didn't mean anything other than that he thought it was neat.
A soft knock at his door announced the arrival of his sister. It couldn't be anyone else, because his mother refused to come near him anymore, and his father would not have bothered knocking.
"C'mon in, Katie," he said softly, not bothering to stop what he was doing. When she walked in, she was kind of startled. He'd spelled out, "Hi, Katie!" in sparkly green letters - her favorite color - and it floated before her until it dissipated.
"If Mom and Dad catch you doing that, they're gonna freak," she warned.
"They've already freaked, so what's the difference? I have to practice. Trouble is, a lot of these spells work on other people. It's hard to practice them with no one to practice them on."
Katie sat down on the bed next to her brother. "Where does your magic come from?" Katie asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well... you told me you're not a witch, but... where do you get magic from?"
"Magic is just a natural part of the world. You just need to know how to get to it... and believe that you can."
"Oh. Could I learn magic?"
Don hesitated for a long moment. She was clearly not magician material; Veronica had made that plain. However, he wasn't about to tell her she'd already been rejected.
"You might find it tough going, Katie."
"Oh. Okay." He'd expected an argument over that, but she'd not given him one. He was concerned for a moment, until she leaned back against him. "So what kind of spells are you trying to practice?"
"Just some basic physical control spells. Veronica told me to work on them."
"What do they do?"
"Well, it depends on what you want them to do, really. Like the one I was thinking about toying with can make a person's fingers act with a mind of their own."
"Hell, my fingers do that already. Just listen to me play piano, and you know they don't listen to my brain!"
Don chuckled at his sister. She'd been taking piano lessons for three years, and she still had difficulty at times.
Katie sat up and turned to look at him. "You could try the spell on me..."
"See if it can make me play piano better! I'm working on Fur Elise, and that damned song is a pain in the ass!"
He smiled at her. It was a good idea, though he'd never have asked her straight out. "Okay. Let's go to your room."
Don followed Kate into her room, and he closed the door. There was little chance of his mother coming up here, but there wasn't any point in making it easy for her to catch him doing magic.
"So, what do I do?" Katie asked.
"You don't have to do anything except sit at the piano."
Katie had an electric piano in her room, that she could play without disturbing anyone. She sat down on her stool and placed her hands on the keys.
Don looked at his sister, and had to stop himself from admiring the way her hair flowed down her back, and the way her butt looked. He had enough of a side view to see the swell of her breast, and-
Knock it off! This is the real world, not Zemlia Nov!
Shaking his head, Don began to chant the spell. The problem he had was that the spell required visualization. He tried to visualize Katie playing Fur Elise flawlessly, but his other thoughts intruded on his image. He imagined things that he shouldn't be thinking of his sister, and before he could stop the images, the spell was complete.
Katie expected her hands to start playing music at any moment. She'd heard him finish up, though he'd spoken too quietly for her to make out the words. Her left hand reached up and caressed her neck, flicking some stray hairs out of the way. She was a little surprised; she didn't understand what that had to do with playing piano.
When her hand ran down her body and cupped her tit through her shirt and bra, she gasped. This was definitely not how you played piano! Her body, however, seemed to like the notion well enough. She sighed softly as her hand squeezed her tit, and moaned as it ran its fingers gently over her nipple, causing it to harden and poke through the materials.
Her right hand was not idle for long. Soon, it made its way between her legs, pushing strongly against her jeans. Her middle finger made repeated heavy strokes against the crotch of her pants, and she was beginning to get very excited.
Don watched in awe as his sister began to play with herself. He was going to stop the spell, but he suddenly couldn't find his voice; his sister's movements mesmerized him. Her hand worked strongly between her legs, and he couldn't help but wish that it was his own hand.
Katie was well aware that she should not be masturbating in front of her brother. She was also aware that it was his spell that had done this to her. Did he want to see this? Or did he goof? Either way, Oh! oh, god this feels good...
Katie's left hand slipped against her breast more strongly, pulling on her blouse until a button pulled open. She slipped her hand into the opening and across her other tit, enjoying the sensations.
Her right hand grew weary of pressing against fabric, and so it reached up to unfasten her jeans. It took only seconds before it had them undone, and her fingers were now slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. As her middle finger brushed past her clit, she moaned loudly. Her fingers began to work against her slit, slipping against her opening and up to tease her clit. She moaned again in pleasure.
Don could barely breathe, watching his sister slide her hand in her pants and move her fingers in unseen ways. Her left hand was sliding back and forth across her chest, and had managed to pull open two more buttons on her blouse, so that he could clearly see her bra-clad tits. He longed to help her, but was deathly afraid of going anywhere near her.
Katie's fingers began to slip faster along her slit as her passion increased, and she could feel herself getting closer to release. She moved her hand up, to focus solely on her clit, rubbing it furiously back and forth, then in circles. She knew she was close, could feel it begin to grip her...
"Aah!" she cried out, her orgasm washing over her. Unfortunately, the stool she was on was made for piano playing, not orgasms, and when she arched her back and threw her legs out, she could feel the stool tip beneath her. She had no ability to correct for it, and she felt herself begin to fall.
Suddenly, a pair of strong arms caught her. She opened her eyes to see her brother staring down at her. He picked her up and moved her over to the bed as the last tremors of her orgasm subsided. Looking up into his concerned face, into those wonderful eyes... She knew then that she couldn't go on hiding herself from him anymore.
Don looked at his sister as he cradled her on the bed. With her face coated in sweat, her hair stuck to her scalp, she looked beautiful. She was as beautiful as she had been in Zemlia Nov.
"I'm sorry, Katie," he said softly. "That's not what I meant to do, but seeing you sitting there... the image popped into my head before I could stop it."
Katie shivered at the thought. He wanted to see me like that! She had to be sure, though.
"So, you wanted to see me touch myself?"
"God, that was incredible!" he whispered hoarsely.
She lifted her hand up and ran it over his chest. "Is there anything else you'd like to see?" Her hand continued to travel upward, reaching his neck as he replied.
Her hand gripped the back of his neck, and pulled his head down. She raised up to meet him, and their lips met again. Katie pressed her lips hotly against his, and moaned softly. She slipped her tongue out and pressed it against his lips until he opened his mouth. Her tongue entered and found its dance partner, waiting for her and eager to play.
For long moments, they kissed. Don slipped his lower hand out from beneath her, and used it to support himself as he pushed her back down onto the bed. He finally slipped his remaining hand out from behind her back and used it to caress her hair. They continued to kiss, and Don was growing hard from remembering what they had done together in that faraway land.
Finally, Katie let him loose. He pulled back somewhat, with a questioning look on his face. She screwed up her courage, and took a deep breath.
"Donny," she said, her voice as soft as velvet, "I love you. I love you in ways I'm not supposed to. I can't control myself anymore, I... I need you. Make love to me, please?"
Don grew a little dizzy. Had his spell done so much more than intended? Katie put his fears to rest quickly.
"I've thought about you for a long time... like that... and ever since you started going out with Julie, and then Susan... every time I would think about it, I'd get tingles... and... and I just can't stand not having you! Please!"
Don wasn't about to resist that plea - not that he'd had much desire to do so in the first place. He smiled gently at his sister, and nodded. She smiled in relief, but then bit her lip in anticipation and nervousness.
"It's going to hurt, isn't it?" she asked.
"It could," he whispered. "I'll try to be gentle."
Don moved down her body, and took off her shoes and socks. He let his hands run along the front of her calves and thighs until he reached the waistband of her jeans. Katie lifted her hips as he tugged on them, and they finally came free, but they pulled her panties with them, because they were so tight. Don shrugged and pulled the panties, too, and in only a few seconds, his sister's lower body was completely exposed to him. He inhaled her fragrance and enjoyed the view. He'd never seen his sister naked in this body, after all.
Katie saw the look in her brother's eyes, and she felt the same; she wanted him so bad she could taste it. She watched as he removed his own shirt and let it fall to the floor. When he began to undo his pants, she felt a warmth spread between her legs that she'd not felt quite the same way before. She got goose bumps as he pulled the jeans down off his legs, leaving him in just his underwear.
Don made her wait for the rest. He moved back to the bed, and leaned over his sister. He leaned down to kiss her again, and his hand undid the remaining buttons on her blouse. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled it open, laying her skin bare to his touch. As his fingers slid across the silky skin of her abdomen, she mewled and shivered. She could feel her body heating up, and she longed for him to go further.
Don could feel his sister's tension, and after a little more kissing, he leaned back. She sighed audibly at the loss of his touch, but when he lifted her tenderly by the shoulders, she smiled and came willingly. Once she was sitting up, he pushed her blouse off, and then swatted it off the bed. She rubbed her hands across his chest, feeling the smooth skin there. She tingled as her brother's hands rubbed across her back, obviously heading for the clasp on her bra. When his fingers found and unhooked it, she sighed softly.
Don's hands gently pulled the bra off his sister's shoulders. He intentionally looked away, watching it fall to the floor, before turning his eyes back to take in the unobstructed view of her wonderful breasts. He saw the tightness of her nipples, and the flush across her chest. He tenderly pushed her back down onto the bed, and stepped back.
Katie could barely control herself as her brother pulled down his briefs. He let them fall, and she could see his hard cock, waiting to do its job and turn her into a woman. She reached out and her nimble fingers encircled it, stroking it very softly. The soft, velvety skin felt wonderful, and the iron-hard muscle underneath made her even wetter than she already was.
Katie gently tugged on her brother's cock, urging him to join her on the bed. Don got the idea quickly enough, and he was soon above her. She parted her legs, a look of worried anticipation on her face. What if he didn't like her? What if she wasn't any good?
Don looked down at his sister, and saw a wonderful, beautiful goddess. That she would give herself to him as her first... again...
Don stroked his sister's breast, trying to get her as aroused as he could. She shivered under his touch, and her nipple tightened even more. She was beginning to roll her hips, trying to get his cock inside of her, instead of lying along her slit where it currently rested.
"Oh, shit, Donny... I need it..."
Don smiled at her lovingly, and repositioned himself so that the head of his cock was pressing against her opening. He tried to hold still, but Katie's hips were having no part of that. She bucked upward, and just that fast, he was inside her. She winced, and he knew that her cherry was busted. Leaning down, he embraced her tenderly, and kissed her face repeatedly.
After a few seconds, Katie began to move her hips again. Don pushed himself up to look down at her.
"Are you ready? We can wait if it still hurts..."
"It didn't hurt that bad. I'll be okay. But I want that," she said, and squeezed her pussy muscles to indicate what that was, "to be all the way inside me."
Don smiled down at her, and then leaned down to kiss her again. As their tongues once again intertwined, he began to slowly rock his hips back and forth, gently pushing himself further and further into his sister's pussy. She mewled in pleasure at the feel of him Finally, after several wonderfully pleasant strokes, he was fully inside her, and she felt his pubic hair rubbing against her clit.
Katie rocked her hips again, insisting he continue. Don consented, sliding his dick out a short ways and then back in, moving in smooth motions that he hoped would be comfortable for her. Katie moaned in pleasure, assuring him she was loving every second of it.
Don began to make his strokes longer, sliding nearly his full length out of his sister's cunt and back in. The two continued to kiss as he moved, and Katie wrapped her arms around his back, pulling her upper body against him. He loved the feel of her tits pressed into his chest. His dick twitched as she rubbed herself side to side against him.
Katie was in heaven; her brother was making her feel absolutely fabulous, and she was a woman now; his woman, as far as she was concerned. She couldn't believe how complete she felt with him inside her. Her body was already on the verge of the largest orgasm of her life.
Don could feel the tension in his sister. He knew what that was, and he was glad for it, because he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. He'd wanted this to be good for her, but he was just too excited at the idea of being able to take her virginity twice. The first time didn't even hold a candle to how he felt now. His hips began to move faster, thrusting his dick into her, and causing her to grunt loudly. She was panting and groaning, and so was he, both of them rising to meet their climaxes.
When Katie's orgasm hit, she screamed, filling the room with her shouts of passion. As her pussy rippled along his cock, Don had no chance of holding back. He slammed his cock fully into her and froze, his cum bursting forth from his cock. The two groaned and writhed together for a long moment before they were able to come down off their high.
As Don rolled them to one side, his cock still buried in his sister, the door to her room burst open. Katie was still too fuzzy to care who it was. Don already knew who it would be.
"You... spawn of Satan himself! Get away from our daughter, you demon!" Don looked at his father, who was now red in the face. Jake made to grab for Katie, but the look that crossed Don's face caused him to retreat immediately.
"Katie, Honey," Don said very softly, "I think they want us to get up."
"Hmm?" Katie was too far out of it yet to be panicked. He knew she would be, shortly. She was beginning to regain her senses already. His cock had slipped from within her, and he rolled to a sitting position.
"Get away from my daughter!" April screamed. "I want you out of my house, you... you creature!"
"And where do you expect me to go?" Don asked calmly.
"We don't care!" Jake screamed. "If you don't leave on your own, we will have the police come and escort you out! You have defiled our only daughter!"
"Hey!" Katie screamed, finally aware of what was going on. "He didn't 'defile' anybody! It was my idea! And if that's being defiled, I want to be defiled every night at eight o'clock, please!"
Don loved his sister just then, but her sense of humor was lost on their parents. They glared at Don. "You've corrupted her with your evil, but we can save her! You, you will go, you... Devil Bastard!"
Katie was up faster than anyone had imagined she could move right then. Her hand swept across and slapped her mother so hard that it left an imprint.
"Don't you dare talk about my brother that way! If you kick him out, I'm going with him!"
"No!" her mother shouted back. "You can be saved, Katie! Just turn back to Jesus, and - "
Katie slapped her mother again. "I'm tired of your bullshit! Either you let Donny stay, or I'm going with him!"
"That... thing may not stay in my house," Jake snarled.
Don stood up, and moved behind Katie, restraining her from anything further. "We'll be gone by the time the sun goes down. Will you let me have my car?"
"I don't want anything you've defiled with your... being!" his mother screeched.
"Take it," Jake spat.
The parents left, slamming the door. Katie turned to her brother, her eyes wide with some fear.
"Donny... what do we do?" The expression on her face was very familiar to him; he'd seen it many times in Zemlia Nov. Once again, Katie would depend on him.
And you like that, don't you?
He had to admit that he did.
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