Bound Together

She has hugged me like this many times before...but this time was different somehow. There was a sort of...static between us. Like two batteries coming into contact with each other.

Or magnets.

Magnets proved to be the better analogy when she broke away, as I found myself briefly lamenting her absence. I noticed a similar look of disappointment on hers.

I wondered if I felt this way because she left, or because I couldn't be closer.

I had no answer, but for some reason, the thought awoke a nameless fear inside me.

***

We made our way home after stopping to get a boba tea, which was refreshing in the afternoon sun. We got home and played the new board game I bought. It was pretty fun, and before long it was dinner time. We made spaghetti for dinner, which she insisted on helping me with.

I noticed she was muttering things under her breath as she cooked, making odd hand gestures as she did. When I asked her about it, she held her palm out in a wait-a-sec motion.

She replied after she was finished, saying, "I said I'd show you right? Now the food will taste awesome."

"So, what, that's it? You just utter some stuff and poof...magic?" I asked, genuinely curious if the finished product would taste better.

"Not exactly...it's more complex than that. Its like..." She thought for a minute as she absentmindedly stirred the meat sauce. "It's like learning to drive, in a way. You can know how to get the car to move, but if you don't know any of the rules or traffic laws, you are going to end up crashing or getting tickets. You need to understand the fundamental theories of matter and energy before you can use magic to change them. That's one of the reasons it's so difficult to do."

I just listened. This was perhaps the first time she had ever tried explaining magic in a normal way.

Her face twisted in a strange expression, "Also, the magical energy is really strong now...I need...juice!" She played up the melodrama before pouring herself a glass of apple juice. She took a drink before wiping her lips with a dramatic "Ah! Mana recharged!"

Guess my normal sister was fun while it lasted.

I served her first as usual but was eager to see if the food really did taste better. Like earlier, she didn't touch her food, watching me intently as I took my first bite.

Son of a bitch. It was really good, sure...But magic? No way...maybe she was just a better cook than me, or she added a secret ingredient when I wasn't looking.

"Its...pretty good." I told her, trying to downplay the urge to take another bite.

Unfortunately, she saw right through my crap. "I can tell you want to dig in right away! Just admit it, my spell made it taste better! I told you I wasn't fucking crazy!"

"I don't know if I'd go that far...but yeah, it tastes pretty good!" Damn it. She won this one.

Yeah, the food was amazing, but there was no way her stupid spells had anything to do with it. She was probably just a better cook than me. She was so freaking smart that she tended to be better than me at everything, which was super annoying at times. There's no way her magic crap had anything to do with it.

Hurt flashed in her eyes for a moment, causing me to backpedal, "Come on, you know I was just joking. I don't actually think you are crazy."

The anger in her face softened into a warm smile, "Ian...do you really think that? You don't think I'm crazy? Really?"

"Nah, you are too smart to be crazy..." I said it with conviction. Yes, my sister is a nutcase, deluded and misguided maybe, but not insane.

She smiled happily before getting up to get some more juice.

Phew. Bullet dodged.

When she turned her around, her face changed again. She stared at me like she did earlier. That weird hunger flashed in her eyes again. I felt my palms start to sweat as I watched her blatantly admiring me. She licked her lips and took a step toward me.

Then she stopped, cup of juice still in hand, and shook her head vigorously. She blinked several times before that look in her eyes faded.

Was that...what I looked like earlier when I zoned out? Was it happening to her too?

I carefully asked, "Lis...you alright?"

She began muttering to herself, and I couldn't catch all of it. I heard "Oh no...", "the tether", "the contract" and "...why is it so strong?" She snapped out of it shortly after and tried to play it off like nothing happened.

"Lis...are you sure you are okay?" I tilted my head to the side with concern, examining her from the table.

"Yeah...I'm fine. It's just..." She thought for a moment before she became really interested in her food again. "This is good, huh?"

Not exactly subtle, but I took the hint.

What was that about?

We finished eating and sat on the couch to watch some Netflix. She snuggled up really close to me, hugging me and resting her head against my shoulder. Not a big deal for us, as she had done this countless times before...but that strange static energy from earlier was still there. It was as if each time our skin made contact it sent little tingles of...feel-good energy...straight to my brain. I could tell from her face that she felt the same way.

I thought about bringing it up but decided against it.

After an episode or two, she asked, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah...sure."

"If I..." She took a long pause, her eyes didn't leave the screen as she spoke, "...if I did something crazy stupid, and you didn't like it...how mad would you be?"

Her question triggered...something...a slumbering beast inside me opened an eye. I turned to look at her, my mouth suddenly became dry as I asked, "Uh, like...what?"

"I don't know...like cast a spell on you or something?"

"What...kind of spell?" Nervousness coiled in my stomach...but I couldn't figure out why.

She took a long time before answering, and the suspense was brutal. Finally, she said, "The tether is growing stronger...and...I don't know if I can..."

I waited for her to finish, but she began blushing profusely and just shook her head. It was so frustrating...what was she trying to tell me?

She didn't continue the convo until we were getting ready for bed, when she randomly asked, "Would you ever hate me?"

"No...I mean unless you did something really bad...like stab me or something...but I think I'd always forgive you."

She smiled happily and kissed me on the cheek. "I'd never hurt you...I love you!"

I patted her on the head, "Yeah...love you too, munchkin."

***

Son of a bitch. Around one in the morning another night terror struck. Guess even the sleeping pill I took didn't help. This one was worse than yesterday, because I also awoke with a raging hard-on in my boxers. It was agonizing. It nagged at me to touch it, but I couldn't move. Fucking night terrors...

My annoyed thoughts were cut off when I heard a floorboard creak somewhere near the foot of my bed.

My heart skipped a beat. Did someone break in? Right now? I would be defenseless for at least a few minutes.

Shit.

"Hello?" I called out. "Anyone there?"

I strained my ears but couldn't hear anything over the sound of the ceiling fan.

I checked the door. Sure enough, it was cracked open again.

...

I kept listening...but there was no sound. At least nothing I could hear over the sound of my ceiling fan.

Gradually, my fear faded.

Maybe I was just hearing things.

Fortunately, the fear caused my hard-on to die down enough for the sleeping meds to begin lulling me back to sleep.

***

Despite the weird night, and the aftereffects of the sleeping pills, I awoke feeling...good. Refreshed somehow. As I got up to use the bathroom, I noticed my boxers had come unbuttoned throughout the night, which happens all the time. What doesn't happen all the time however is the faint outline of a wet spot around the fly hole of my boxers.

Embarrassment trickled through me. Did I have a wet dream?

I quickly realized that this didn't make sense, since it didn't look like a cum stain. It wasn't big enough to be from sex either, as I had learned the one time my ex and I had car sex in the parking garage on campus.

What the hell?

I got up and left my room to take a quick shower, telling myself that it was just a sweat stain, knowing full well that it couldn't have been.

When I emerged, I found Lisa still in her PJ's with a cup of coffee ready for me.

"Morning!" She exclaimed.

Her sky-blue PJ's were silky and cute, but somehow suited her petite body type. Something about the silky material made my mind wander to places it shouldn't be wandering to.

"I hope you slept better than yesterday!" She seemed even more cheerful than usual.

"Yeah...I guess I did. Another night terror though." I told her as I took the cup.

"Oh...I'm sorry. You haven't had one in a while right?"

I blew on my coffee thoughtfully. I looked out the window as I realized that I hadn't had one since last Christmas, when I stayed with my mom for a few days.

I remembered last night again, and became distracted with a more pressing question, "Say did anyone come in last night? Or were you up at all?"

"Huh? When? Last night?" She didn't quite look at me as she poured milk into her cereal bowl.

"Yeah...like...around one or so? I thought I heard something and my door was open."

She took a long time to answer, chewing her cereal thoughtfully. "Are you sure you didn't just leave it open?"

I thought her cheeks flushed a bit, but it was hard to tell. I mean I could have just left it open...but that didn't sound like me. True, I usually slept with the door open since I lived alone, but not with my sister here...did I really just forget?

I shook my head in answer before continuing, "You didn't hear anything?"

"How would I know? I slept like a rock. Yesterday was so much fun!"

"Huh..." I said as I drank from my cup of coffee, which was delicious once again. "...I guess I imagined it."

"Maybe it was an Onii? Or a poltergeist? They say beings of magical power attract specters and things...maybe you attracted one?" I could tell from her tone that she was being serious, but she had to be joking.

"Oh yeah? Good thing I know just who to call...GHOSTBUSTERS!" I began to hum the song while she rolled her eyes at me. She couldn't help but chuckle as I picked up an empty paper towel roll and mimed sucking up ghosts with it.

I was still smiling when I noticed her face change again. She was blatantly admiring me, her eyes glazed over with that look of primal desire. It was bone chilling. Her gaze made me feel like I was posing naked in front of an art gallery for all to see. She clenched her legs tight before shaking her head, just like yesterday. When she came back to her senses, her breathing was shaky, and her face was flushed.

What the hell?

Before I could say anything, she got up, leaving her half-eaten bowl of cereal on the table, saying she needed to take a shower.

I watched her as she left. Dumbfounded and confused.

Seconds later thoughts of joining her in the shower invaded my psyche. I imagined picking up her tiny little body and impaling her on my cock. I knew she'd be light enough to easily pick her up and fuck her like a toy. She wouldn't even be able to resist...

I shook my head and took note of my now full erection. I debated going to my room to jerk off but couldn't stomach the idea of jerking to the vivid images of fucking my baby sister. I'm a grown ass man who likes curvy women that AREN'T family.

Guess Lisa wasn't the only one could benefit from some therapy.

I spent some time texting Kayla to distract myself and made plans to see her as my sister left.

Maybe I was just horny?

But my stomach dropped as I thought it. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was something much deeper and darker than simple horniness.

***

Around lunch, we decided to take a stroll through the park to get out of the house for a bit. Lisa and I walked through the park at a leisurely pace. We chatted about various things, and I put up with several speeches about magic as we enjoyed the cool breeze.

"Hey Ian, did you know magic isn't something just anyone can do. According to the Maginomica, magic is transferred through bloodlines. Do you think mom can use it?"

I laughed at the thought of our sweet but serious mother in a witch hat casting incantations and shit.

She laughed with me, "Yeah...I can't picture it either!" We walked a few steps before she asked, "What about you?"

"Huh?"

"Can't you use magic?"

"I can't say I've ever tried..." I said truthfully.

"Oh...well maybe you should try it one day! I could teach you!"

"Oh yeah? What kind of spell should I learn?"

Another wave of that weird desire came over me and finished that thought for me. I suddenly had vivid images of my sister hanging helplessly by invisible ropes. Pleasure causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head as I fucked her impossibly tight opening. Images of me filling my baby sister with cum flooded me, and she squirmed helplessly against my spell as we came together.

The images were cut short by my sister's frantic muttering, it sounded like "Nihil alde vesco."

I blinked, shaking my head several times.

Why...were we on the ground? A patch of grass lay beneath my hands and my sister was pinned between my chest and the earth. I immediately rolled off of her, looking around in confusion.

Her breathing was ragged as she stood up and called out to a small crowd of people who were watching us, concern clearly on their faces. "He's okay! He just fainted on me!"

A few of them exchanged looks before coming up to her and asking her if we were really okay. They eyed me warily until she explained that I'm her brother.

They took note of our similar eye color and went back to their business.

When they were out of earshot, she explained that I had pulled her toward the grassy area and sort of...half-tackled half-fainted on top of her.

I was mortified...those people probably thought I was attacking her like some kind of pedophile! Seriously, why does this weird shit have to happen to me?

Lisa ensured me that she was alright, and I apologized profusely. I suggested we should probably head home, away from the concerned citizens who still watching us from the corner of their eyes.

"Yeah...that's a good idea."

I let her drive since I didn't want to risk passing out at the wheel.

None of this made sense. I wasn't exactly strong-man-jack, but I've never had a frail constitution. I've also never blacked out before.

We drove in silence for a while. I couldn't help but think that the dark, heavy storm clouds that had begun to roll in from the east were a bad omen. A sign of more weird freaky shit to come.

After a moment, Lisa broke the silence, "I knew I wasn't imagining it. The tether is growing stronger. You would have...if I hadn't casted that nihil countercharm...you might have..."

"Might have what?" I asked, tired of her trailing off and leaving thing unsaid.

She kept quiet for a long time, her face flushing before she shyly answered, "The tether is pulling us to be closer, Ian."

Frustration and anger clipped my words, "Well? What the hell does it want us to do?"

As we pulled into my parking space, she blushed again and mumbled something I couldn't hear.

"Huh? I can't hear you when you mumble, Lis...."

Annoyance flashed in those eyes, "I don't know."

I couldn't shake my suspicion that she knew more than she was letting on...but I dropped it for now.

***

It didn't take long for us to move on from the incident earlier.

The sound of rain and it's accompanying smell filled my apartment, which was tranquil as we ate dinner.

Things seemed normal again, or as close to normal as we can get with my sister. She was quieter than usual throughout dinner, but insisted it was only because she was tired.

Of course, "normal" never lasts long with her around.

We had been watching tv, and she was snuggled up to me like usual. Suddenly, her hands began roaming over my chest and thighs. When I turned to look at her, she had that strange lustful glaze over her blue eyes. Her breathing was shaky and her face was flushed.

"Lis...you uh...okay?"

Her smile was...unlike anything I had ever seen. Dark, primal, and predatory. It sent a chill snaking down my spine. I watched as she climbed on top of me and began grinding on my lap. Without warning she pulled me in for kiss, groaning into me as she did. I was so stunned I didn't even kiss her back. I didn't find her or this situation sexy or fun, and yet, instinctively my body began to react. I felt myself hardening against her crotch through our loungewear.

Still in a trance, her hands found the hem of her tank-top and began lifting, revealing her pale stomach. Shortly before they reached her breasts, I grabbed her head between my palms, shaking her lightly.

"Lisa! Hey! Lisa! Snap out of it!"

She blinked several times at me before shaking her head. Her eyes slowly returned to normal, but her cheeks were still flushed and her breathing was still uneven. She didn't move from my lap as she stared into my eyes.

"Ian..."

"Lisa...are you...what's happening to us?"

She shook her head. "Ian...promise me that you won't hate me."

"What?"

Her cute face became firmer than I had ever seen, the spitting image of Mom's serious business face. "Promise me that even if I do something...bad...you won't be angry with me....please."

"What are you talking about?"

"Please...I don't want to lose you." There were tears pooling in her eyes. "But I can't anymore."

"Can't what?"

She simply shook her head, "Do you promise?"

I sighed, knowing she wouldn't tell me unless I agreed. "Yeah...I promise."

She muttered something under her breath, but I couldn't make it out.

"What?" I asked.

But she shook her head again. "I love you, Ian...so much. You know that right?"

I nodded, unsure of where she was going with this?

"I...I think I need to lay down." She said as she slowly got off my lap.

"You aren't going to tell me what this is all about?"

She stared blankly into the hallway before turning back to look at me. "Maybe tomorrow...and, Ian?"

"Hmm?"

"...I'm sorry..."

And with that, she shut the door to the guestroom.

...

What the fuck was that about?

I told myself we would have a long talk in the morning. No more games, no more bullshit. This had already gotten way out of hand.

***

I awoke once again in the middle of the night.

Once again, I couldn't move my body.

But a few things were different this time.

Little things, like the door was wide open and my lamp had been turned on. The rainstorm had picked up since I fell asleep, and the rumbling of thunder mingled with the pounding droplets on my window.

But none of those are what awoke me.

No, what awoke me was the pleasurable feeling of my dick being inexpertly licked and sucked. I blinked groggily, seeing a figure near my crotch.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw blonde hair that I would recognize anywhere...

...but why was it bobbing up and down on my dick?

"Lisa??" I groaned as I fully woke-up.

She pulled me out of her tiny mouth. She was completely naked, one hand between her legs, and the other gripping my erection.

"Oh, Ian...you weren't supposed to wake up yet...oh well..."

It was very hard to analyze the situation with her stroking me. Every touch was strangely electrifying, despite her inexperience.

"Lisa...what are you doing??"

She held a finger to my mouth. "I'm sorry, Ian...I can't hold back anymore..." I looked into her eyes and found a strange mix of predatory and helplessness in her gaze.

I tried to move my hands but couldn't.

This was different than sleep paralysis. It was as if something was restraining me. I looked but didn't see any cuffs or ropes tying me down. I simply couldn't move, except for my eyes and mouth. I tried to struggle against whatever held me, but I didn't budge even slightly. Terror and adrenaline flooded through me...I was helpless.