Living Next Door to Heaven 130 Homecoming
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"It's time to go home," I told Mary.
"Yes," Mary sighed happily. "All the sluts miss you so much."
We were lying in my mom's bed, cuddling after we made love. For the last two days, I had been under some spell. A nun had turned my baby sister into a trap that would spring when I slept with her. There was a spell, the Ritual of Mowdah, that would let me recognize a nun by seeing people's auras. I needed to fuck my sister to perform the spell, and, somehow, the nun must have known, had tracked my baby sister down on her vacation to Miami.
I looked at Mary, a faint, red outline about her body, her aura. Hers was red, like mine, signifying she was a Warlock, someone who made a Pact with the Devil. I concentrated and a red glow sprang about her. We were touching, and strings and chains radiated out from Mary. They represented all the people that were in some way connected to Mary. Two, red threads, tightly entwined connected the two of us. Five black chains headed off to the living room where my mom and Mary's sluts waited.
And a single, gold thread pointed north.
"Mary," I said in alarm. "You have a golden thread touching your aura."
"Do I," Mary frowned. "My sisters had the same, golden thread."
"Summon Lilith, I think we need to talk to her."
"I can't," Mary said, then took a deep breath. "I used my last boon today. To save you."
And then she explained how Lilith tempted her by giving Mary a cock, how Mary fucked all our sluts, enjoying the pleasure of having a dick. She was tempted to keep the dick, but her love for me overcame her lust. She used her boon to get the same power I have, the power to control others with her words. That's how she got her four sex slaves that helped subdue me: Joy, Via, April, and Felicity. She confessed that she slept with her father, Sean, and bound her slaves with the Zimmah ritual, making her slaves immune to another person's control. I had all our sluts bound with the same ritual.
"What do you think it means?" Mark asked.
"I must know someone who is a nun," Mary shrugged. "Or someone under the control of a nun, I guess. Damn, we really should have had Lilith explain all this." Then her eyes widened. "She mentions a book. The spells of the witch of Endor or something like that."
"Endor?" I asked, trying not to laugh, a smirk creepign across my face. "Like Star Wars? Do we need some Ewoks to help us?"
"Maybe I heard wrong?" Mary wondered, then glared at me and wiped the smirk off my face. "Anyway, she said it would complete our magic education."
Mary stood up and I enjoyed the sight of her naked body as she walked over to her clothes. Her auburn hair fell loosely about her shoulder, her breasts were perky and freckled, and her ass was pleasantly plump. She bent down and I caught a glimpse of her freshly fucked pussy, my cum leaking out of her shaved lips, down her legs. She stood back up, her phone in hand and came back to the bed.
"Here it is," Mary said after searching on her phone. "It's called the 'Magicks of the Witch of Endor'. Let's see, Wikipedia says, 'its thought to be a thirteenth century pseudepigrapha attributed to the Witch of Endor from the First Book of Samuel chapter 28 verses 3 thru 25.' That's the Old Testament, hmm."
"What's a pseudepigrapha?" I asked.
"Um," she tapped the screen of her phone, "Let's see, Wikipedia reads, 'Pseudepigrapha are falsely attributed works, texts whose claimed authorship is represented by a separate author; or a work, whose real author attributed it to a figure of the past.' I guess that makes it a forgery?"
"The Witch of Endor, sometimes called the Medium of Endor, was a medium who apparently summoned the prophet Samuel's spirit, at the demand of King Saul of the Kingdom of Israel in the First Book of Samuel, chapter 28:3–25," the Wikipedia page read.
This was seeming more and more promising, I thought as I scanned the Wikipedia article. All the money I was paying Doug, my P.I., to watch Mark was really paying off. If I could only get my hands on this book, I might have a real, fighting chance to beat Mark and get my wife, Desiree, back from his clutches.
"Only three known copies of the book exist," the article read. "The Institute for Ancient Studies at New York University have one copy. A second copy is in the private collection of the August Alfred Bernard, Altgrave of Salm-Reifferscheid-Dyck, who resides in Cologne, Germany. The final copy lies in the Motherhouse of the Order of Mary Magdalene, in Rennes-le-Château, France."
" ... Rennes-le-Château, France." Mary finished reading from the Wikipedia article.
"Well, this is starting to seem more and more likely," I said. "The Order of Mary Magdalene, that's what Karen said her nun order was called, right?" Marry nodded. "And if they have this book..." I smiled, we wouldn't have to consult any unreliable demon like Lilith. Thank god she was gone from our lives, I could always sense hatred and contempt from her. She had already tried to hurt me once, using her succubus powers on me to drain my energy. Luckily, my wish for unlimited sexual stamina protected me.
"So, which one do you want?" Mary asked.
"Want to go to New York?"
Mary's grin answered that question.
"NYU, Ancient Studies," a bored young woman answered. "How may I help you."
"Yes, I was hoping to take a look at the Magicks of the Witch of Endor," I said.
"What's your name, sir."
"Brandon Fitzsimmons," I answered.
"What's your field of study."
"Uhhh," I floundered, not sure what to say. "Ehh, just an amateur."
"I'm sorry, sir, only someone in an accredited graduate program or who has a Ph.D. in a related field can see our manuscripts. They are far to valuable and fragile to let just anyone look at them."
"Do you have a transcript available then?"
"Uhh, let me see." I could hear typing on a keyboard. "No, not on that book, yet, I'm afraid," the young woman replied. "Our grant ran out before we finished transcribing all of our manuscripts. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No," I said, sighing, hanging up the phone. I guess I needed to go Europe. I'd try the nun's first. That was the same order Sister Louise belonged to. Surely they would help me fight Mark and rescue Sister Louise. In his P.I.'s surveillance photos, he could see Sister Louise amongst the harem Mark had gathered in his house going by the name Karen, according to Doug's transcripts.
"We should leave after my dad's funeral," I said. A tightness gripped my chest. My emotions were all mixed up with my dad. I hated him for how abusive he was to me and mom. But part me, the little boy inside, missed his dad. I didn't blame my mom for shooting him, hell I might have done the same thing myself.
"When is the funeral?" Mary asked, wrapping her arms around me, supportive and gentle.
"Friday at noon," I told her. "At the Dwyer Funeral Home. They're cremating him."
"So, I guess we'll need plane tickets," Mary muttered. "I'll get on Travelocity and get us some plane tickets."
I laughed. "Why don't we get our own plane."
"Ohh, with sexy stewardess?" Mary smiled, those cute dimples appearing on her face and I just had to kiss her. "Mark, I think we need to protect our families," she said, her face growing serious. "I can control your mother, you can control my father..."
"Yeah," I sighed, catching Mary's drift. "We'll also need more bodyguards."
"I guess we'll have to hold more tryouts," Mary archly said. "C'mon, let's get dressed. Your mom may want her bedroom back."
"For what?" I asked.
Mary rolled her eyes, she always did it when she thought my question was stupid. "For her and Betty."
"Oh, right." Betty was my mom's lover. That had been a shock. My straitlaced, Christian mother had been having cheating on my father for years, and with a woman, no less.
"I'm going to play matchmaker," Mary happily said. "Your mom and Betty looked so cute together."
"And what did you do with my sister?" I asked, suddenly remembering Antsy. It was weird, an hour ago she seemed like the most important person in the world, and now she was back to being my annoying little sister. Last I saw Antsy, she had been off to answer the door. That's when my mom had lured me into the bedroom so Mary and her slaves could overpower me and break the spell.
"Oh, she's up the street with the bodyguards," Mary answered as she pulled her skirt up her waist. "I'll give them a call."
Dressed, Mary and I found my mom talking with Mary's new sex slaves. I knew three of the slaves. Joy was a Vietnamese stylist that gave Mary her wax. April and Felicity were high school students that Mary and I deflowered last week. The fourth had black hair with red streaks and was dressed as a nurse with blue scrub pants and a white, flowery scrub top. Apparently, her name was Via.
"Sluts," Mary said in a firm, commanding tone. "This is Mark. He's your Master. You'll obey him as happily as you obey me."
All four voiced their agreement, smiling happily.
"Where do you keep finding these women?" my mom asked. "They are absolutely delightful."
"Would you like one?" Mary boldly asked.
My mom flushed. "After I spent the night at your house, with Jessica, it's all I could think about."
"Well, choose one," Mary said, "and she's yours."
"I..." my mom swallowed. "I couldn't. It wouldn't be right."
"Sure it would," Mary cooed. "They'll happily be your slave."
My mom looked them over and then motioned to Joy. "Can I have this one?" my mom asked. "I know its so wrong but ... it's so exciting, too."
"Joy, this is Sandy, from now on she's your primary Mistress."
"I am so happy to be yours," Joy gushed in her heavy accent Vietnamese, and sat on my mom's lap and I felt my cock stir as they started making out. Even at 43, my mom was still a beautiful woman. She exercised daily to keep her body as thin and fit as a twenty year-old.
"Damn, that's hot," Mary said and sat down next to my mom, spreading her legs. My cum had run sticky down her thighs. "April, come clean me up."
"Yes, Mistress," nerdy April excitedly squeaked and knelt before Mary, her tongue running wetly up Mary's thigh, licking goblets of cum up.
The door banged open and Antsy walked in. She looked at me and flushed. "Hey," she said, awkwardly. We both remembered are passionate, spell induced affair. For the last two days, we had been fucking almost none stop. I barely found time to make arrangements for my dad's funeral between fuckings.
"Uh, hi," I said. "Listen, we were under a spell, okay."
"Sure," she muttered.
"Did you have sex with any women, in Miami?" Mary asked, patting the couch next to her.
Antsy sat down, licking her lips. "Yeah, this chick, Theodora. We had a threesome with a guy we picked up in a bar and she went down on me, I think. I was pretty wasted."
"Theodora, huh," I said. So that was the nun's name. I would have to remember to ask Karen about her.
Mary put her arm around Antsy's shoulder and caressed her face. "Mark and I shared my sisters, and I was looking forward to sharing you. But, well, stuff happened. So, I want to eat Mark's cum out of your snatch."
On the other side of Mary, Joy's blouse was open and my mom was nuzzling at her Joy's apple-sized breasts, sucking at her dark nipples. My cock was hard and I walked over to my sister, pulling her to her feet. Antsy licked her lips nervously. "I ... I'm a little scared, big bro. What we went through was so intense, I..."
"It'll be fine," I reassured her, my cock achingly hard. I sat down next to Mary and put an arm around her as I unzipped my cock. "Come and sit on my dick, little sis."
"This is so wild," she muttered and unzipped her jeans, shrugging them off her thin hips. Her cunt was shaved bare and she was sopping wet as she mounted my cock.
I groaned as she slid down my cock, her pussy wet and tight, squeezing wonderfully on my cock. Mary, her face flushed with pleasure as April was eating out her cunt, leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Whose cunt is the best?"
Antsy's cunt felt great on my dick, but it wasn't the earth shattering, mind numbing pleasure from last time I was in my little sister. "Yours, Mare," I whispered back.
"Good," she moaned. "Hmm, April, have you been practicing your pussy licking?"
"Yes, Mistress, with Felicity," April answered from beneath Mary's skirt.
"Oh, bro, it feels different," Antsy moaned as she rode me a little faster. "You still feel pretty damn good its just not..."
"The best sex you've ever had," I finished.
"Yeah, sorry big bro," Antsy said with a grin, her hips writhing a little faster.
"You're forgiven," I moaned, pushing up her shirt to expose her perky breasts. They were larger than Mary's by a cup size, and topped with cute, pink nipples. I captured one her hard nipples as she rode me, sucking the pink nub into my mouth and swirled about it with my tongue while Antsy moaned in pleasure.
Mary's hand reached out and began to fondle Antsy's butt as she writhed in pleasure on April's tongue. "Ride my horny stallion!" Mary panted, fondling Antsy's ass. "Give him a good fuck!"
"I am Mary," Antsy moaned. "Oh yes, I'll make sure he shoots plenty of cum inside me for you drink."
Beyond her, my mom was diddling Joy, her mouth sucking on the Vietnamese slut's nipples. "Yes, yes, yes, Mistress!" Joy was moaning. "You finger so well!"
Via and Felicity were on the floor, making out. Via's bottoms and panties had been pulled down and Felicity's jean skirt flipped up and Via was grinding her cunt into Felicity's. God, I loved watching girls tribbing. Mary's pants and moans were growing higher in register as her orgasm neared. Her mouth was nibbling at my neck and licking at my ears.
"Oh, you fucking slut!" Mary gasped. "You naughty little minx, I'm going to cum all over your pretty little face." She bucked once, moaning loudly as her orgasm rolled through her. "Oh April, you did so good!"
April's face appeared from beneath Mary's skirt, smeared with cunt juices, her glasses fogged up. "Oh, I'm so glad, Mistress," she happily said, rubbing her face against Mary's thigh like a cat. Mary ran her fingers through April's bushy hair.
"I'm cumming, big bro!" Antys moaned, suddenly, her cunt quivering on my dick. I slammed my hips up into her and unloaded three blast into her cunt. Antsy rotated her hips once more, before settling down on top of me and kissing me. Her tongue was as nimble as I remembered, but the kiss wasn't anywhere as sweet as a kiss from my Mary.
Mary stood up and patted the the spot she vacated. "Let me get a taste."
"Sure," Antsy breathed. I groaned as my cock slid out of her pussy as she rolled into the empty spot. "I'm not gay, or anything," Antsy told my fiancee, "but you're just so beautiful, that I'm gay for you."
"You can thank your brother for making me bi," Mary told her, licking her lip as she stared at Antsy's messy cunt. My cum was running out of her lips, milky and mixed with her juices. "Hmm, looks delicious," Mary husked, as she knelt down between my sister's spread thighs. "Antsy, would you like to be one of my bridesmaids."
"What?" Antsy asked, looking down at Mary between her thighs.
"For the weddings?" Mary asked. "Mark has three groomsmen and I need a third bridesmaid. I would absolutely love it if you were one of them."
"Sure, Mary," Antsy said. "How can I say no to a girl about to go down on me."
I watched eagerly as my fiancee's tongue dug through my little sister's slit, gathering a huge gob of cum and gulping it down. April was watching and I pointed at my cock. The girl was a good slut and knelt down next to Mary and began licking my cock. She remembered all I taught her about cock sucking, her tongue licking softly up my shaft, tasting my sister's tart and spicy flavor upon my dick.
Joy was slipping down on the floor, unbuttoning my mother's jeans while mom licked Joy's juices off her fingers. Mom lifted her ass up, allowing Joy to pull her pants and panties down her legs, exposing her hairy, brown fur. "Oh, yes, sweetie," my mom moaned as Joy began lapping at her cunt. "Hmm, lick momma's cunt."
Antsy looked over at mom. "You're so beautiful, momma."
My mom's hazel eyes flickered open and she gazed lovingly at my sister. "Not as beautiful as you've become, Samantha." I just about flooded April's sucking mouth as my mom leaned in and kissed my sister on the lips. Antsy closed her eyes and leaned in, her hand reaching up to stroke my mom's cheek as they made out.
April was bobbing her head on my cock, sucking and twirling her tongue while her fist pumped up and down on my shaft. I looked down and saw Mary's hand rubbing on Antsy's thigh as she devoured my sister's cunt. I reached down and placed my hand atop hers and Mary looked up, smiling, her lips stained with my cum and Antsy's juices, and then she dived back in.
The doorknob rattled and everyone froze as the front door creaked open. "Hey, Sandy," a woman called out. "My mom baked a casserole for you."
Betty Cooley, my mom's lover, walked in holding a glass casserole dish and a look of stunned hurt painted her face mocha-skinned face. Disbelief gleamed in her blue eyes. Her lips worked soundlessly as she took in the scene. Her lover was making out with her daughter while an Asian woman went down on her. Her son was getting a blowjob from another woman, and her daughter had a red-head going down on her. And, in the center of the living room, two girls writhed atop each other. It must have been quite the shock to her.
Betty was my own age, in fact I once asked her out to a school dance. She said no. She was half-black and half-white which gave her this beautiful, light chocolate skin and brilliant blue eyes. She was so exotic looking. When the economy tanked, Betty moved back in with her parents and she and my mom became close and somehow fell into being lovers. Last Saturday night my dad caught them in bed together. My mom believed he was going to hurt Betty, so she shot him in the back. He probably was going to hurt her, the guy was an abusive, drunken asshole.
Mary was the quickest of us to react, standing up and reaching the stunned woman, placing an arm around her shoulder. "It's okay. It's just a family that's expressing their love for each other."
"I'm sorry, Betty," my mom said, covering her face in shame. "I ... I don't know what to say."
"It's okay, Sandy," Mary soothed taking the casserole from Betty and handing it off to Via who scurried off to the kitchen with it, her naked ass flashing beneath the hem of her scrub top.
Betty was wearing a flowery sundress and Mary reached beneath her dress and pulled off a racy pair of red panties. Mary tossed the panties to me and I gave them a sniff. Betty had a spicy musk. Mary led her over to me and I saw that naughty glint in her eyes. Mary knew I once had a big crush on Betty when I was fifteen.
"April, why don't you finish Antsy off," I told her.
"Yes, Master," April said, my cock popping out of her mouth. She scooted over and Antsy gasped as April dived into her cunt.
"Betty, just sit down on Mark's cock and everything will feel better," Mary whispered in the girls ear.
"Okay," Betty whispered. She glanced at my mom, who smiled and nodded at her while Joy nosily ate out her pussy.
I groaned as Betty's tight cunt slowly sank down on my cock, wet and tight. It was my boyhood fantasies come true. I spent so many nights jerking off into my sock thinking about Betty Cooley riding my dick. Betty sank all the way down on my cock, her eyes closed, her mouth open in silent pleasure.
Mary sat behind her on my legs, pressing her body up against Betty's back and licked at her ear. "Mmhh, doesn't Mark's cock feel great inside you?"
"Yes," Betty whispered, her hips slowly starting to move on my cock. "Ohh, I haven't had a cock in me for years."
Mary reached her hands up, pulling the straps of her sundress off Betty's round shoulder, pushing the dress down to expose a racy, red bra supporting her round breasts. Mary released the clasp and her beautiful, chocolate breasts spilled out before me, dark nipples erect. I rubbed my face between them, enjoying the silky softness as Betty rode my cock.
"Now, Betty, do you still love Sandy?" Mary whispered into Betty's ear.
"I do," Betty moaned, her hips moving a little faster, her nipple hard against my cheek. "I love you, Sandy!"
"How about you, Sandy?" Mary asked.
"God help me," my mom admitted, looking surprised. Joy was still eating her pussy out. "I, I guess I do. Even though its wrong."
"Love is never wrong," Mary told my mom, firmly. "Now, Sandy, I have three orders for you and you can choose to ignore any other thing I tell you, okay. One, you will be available to Mark so he can perform the Zimmah ritual whenever he needs to." For me to perform the ritual, I need to fuck my mom, cum in her cunt, and have whatever Thrall I was binding drink our combined fluids. It was an important ritual. The only way to ensure our sluts couldn't be controlled by someone else was to bind them, otherwise a nun could turn them against us. "Two, you will let me perform the Zimmah ritual on you. Three, you will move into our neighborhood and let Mark and I protect you from our enemies."
"O-okay," Sandy admitted, then she gave Betty a tremulous smile. "Would you like to," she took a deep breath, " ... move in with me?"
"Yeah," Betty gasped as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Mary reached around, her soft hands playing with Betty's breasts as I nursed at her Betty's nipple. "I'd love that, Sandy."
"This is Joy, she's our sex slave," Sandy introduced.
Joy looked up, her almond eyes shining with happiness, her lips sticky with mom's juices. "I hope to make you very happy, Mistress," Joy said to Betty in her thick, Vietnamese accent.
Betty's eyes nodded, lust shining in her eyes. "Betty, I'm going to give you a few orders and then you can ignore whatever else I tell you. First, having a sex slave if perfectly normal. Second, you will let me perform the ritual of Zimmah on you. Third, incest is perfectly all right. Okay, sweety?"
"What's the Zima ritual. Isn't that the weird alcohol from the Nineties?" asked Betty, turning her head to look back at Mary.
"It's a spell," Mary told her. "And it has nothing to do with any alcoholic drink." Mary caught her lips in a kiss as Betty's cunt rubbed velvety wet against around my cock.
Next to me, Antsy gave out a little shriek and shuddered on the couch, her eyes fluttering as an orgasm washed over her. "Ooh, that was nice. Can I have a sex slave?" Antsy eagerly asked. "They seem kinda neat. It's nice having someone available to lick your pussy when you get horny.
I released Betty's nipple. "Sure," I told her and pulled my sister's face in and kissed her on the lips. "Love you, baby sis."
"You can have Via," Mary said. "Ask to pee in her mouth, she loves it."
"I do," Via said, kneeling down before Antsy, behind April. "Would you pee in my mouth, Mistress?"
Antsy blinked at her. "Um, I guess I could."
Mary gave Antsy similar orders that she gave my mom: to move into the neighborhood and to let Mary perform the Zimmah ritual on her and then she could ignore any other orders Mary gave her.
Betty was riding my cock pretty fast, working hard to make us both cum. Mary was sucking at her neck, one hand playing with her breast, the other reached down and found Betty's hard clit and rubbed it between her fingers. Via had been pestering Antsy, and my sister had finally caved in and agreed to piss in Via's mouth.
"Fine, I'll piss in your mouth," Antsy said, standing up.
Via excitedly knelt before her, sealing her mouth tight to my little sister's cunt. Antsy just stood there as everyone, except Betty, watched her. Betty kept right on fucking me, her hips writhing as she fucked me, my hips thrusting up into her. She was nearing her orgasm, her gasps and moans growing louder and higher in pitch.
"Please stop looking," Antsy muttered. "I can't go if everyone's looking.
Mom stood up. She had cum a few minutes ago on Joy's mouth, and walked up behind Antsy, pressing her body into her daughter's back and licked at Antsy's ears. "It's okay, Samantha. I think we are all passed being embarrassed about the nasty things we like to do," mom whispered.
Antsy nodded, and I could see her body relax and then I could hear the urine splashing in Via's mouth. Antsy sighed, "Fuck this is nasty."
Antsy through back her head as mom found her tits and begin pinching her daughter's nipples. Antsy finished peeing and Via started licking at her cunt, a trickle of yellow liquid ran out the corner of her mouth and down her neck, soaking into the top of her scrubs.
"Fuck, you're one nasty slut, Via," Antsy moaned, rubbing her ass into mom's stomach as she writhed on Via's face.
Betty was fucking me faster, grinding her clit into my pubic bone as she bent down and kissed me on the lips. "I should have said yes when you asked me out to that dance," Betty whispered into my ear. "Your cock is amazing! I just didn't want to ... to not be popular."
She moaned into my ear, and then her cunt was squeezing my cock, hard, as she rode me. Her body trembled in our arms. Mary was licking at her ear as I groaned and spilled my seed inside Betty's cunt, inside my mom's lover. Mary got off my lap and sat down next to me and I put my arm around her, pulling her close. "Thank you, Mare, you're the best." I told her and kissed her.
"You found a winner there, son," mom said as she walked over from Antsy. She bent down and kissed Mary, too. Then she grabbed Betty and pulled her off my cock. "Come on, my chocolate bunny, I want to eat my son's cum out of your cunt." My mom led her lover and her sex slave away, down the hall, to her bedroom.
Antsy was shuddering on Via's mouth. "Fuck, that was hot."
"So you'll pee in my mouth again?" Via asked, hopefully.
"Hell, ya, slut!" Antsy excitedly said. "I came so fast and hard on your nasty, pee drinking mouth. What should we do tonight?"
"Well, there's this great club called the Clam Diver," Via said.
"I'm not twenty-one," Antsy said, looking crestfallen.
"Oh, they'll let any pretty girl in," Via confided. "You'll love it."
"Sure, let's go," Antsy said, then led Via off to her bedroom. "Let's find something for us to wear. You look about my size."
"Are you going to tell her that the Clam Diver's a lesbian club?" Mary asked me.
"That's the club you went to last week?" I asked Mary.
"Yeah, I met Via there."
I laughed. "Well, Antsy may not be gay, yet."
We got our clothes straightened out and headed for my Mustang. Mary had one of the bodyguards, a black gal called 25, drive her Eos while 30 followed us in her squad car. Mary wanted to stop by her family and give them the same instructions. Her dad just lived up the street from my mom. Turned out we both went to Washington High School, I was the class of 2004 and she was the class of 2012. Small world, huh. I gave her dad identical orders to the ones my mom got. Since Mary was putting my family under her control, I would control her family. We gave her dad Felicity for a sex slave.
"So you can have your very own high school student to fuck, dad," Mary fondly says. "I just bet there are loads of your students you've been secretly fantasizing over."
Sean had an embarrassed smile on his as he took his new sex slave off to his bedroom.
Missy, Mary's younger sister, was also home, she was still in High School, and her boyfriend Damien was over. I talked to Damien's parents and they quickly agreed it was for the best that Damien moved in with his girlfriend. Last Saturday, at Missy's request, I ordered the two teens to love each other forever. I gave the two teenage lovebirds the same orders Mary gave my sister, and we were going to give April to Missy and Damien, but she insisted on a classmate, Dawn Cooper.
"She always picked on me," Missy complained. "We shared a bus stop and she would always say mean things to me."
Mary hugged her sister. "I remember the little skank. It'll feel really nice when she's yours to abuse." Mary kissed her little sister on the lips.
"Damn that's hot," muttered Damien. "Could I have Mrs. Corra, my math teacher. She has these amazing knockers and always dresses to show them off."
I laughed, remembering Damien mentioning some busty teacher he had a thing for last Friday. "Sure, do you know where she lives?"
Damien shook his head. "Her first name's Polly," he added helpfully. What the hell, I liked the kid, so I promised I'd track his teacher down for him.
Mary knew where Dawn lived, it was just up the road from her dad's house. When we knocked on the door, a middle-aged man, balding, with salt-and-pepper hair. "Hello?" he asked, annoyed. "If you're preaching or selling I'm not interested."
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