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  I shrugged, “It’s easier to fight off someone, then it is to escape after you are overcome and tied up. Same principal. Besides, I am pretty sure some of you are partially breaking out already. That would explain things like mediums, telekinetic abilities, empathy, seers, clairvoyance, psychometry, astral projection, post and pre cognition, etc… You get the idea.

  “All those supernatural things that most of you don’t really believe exist, even if there is proof it’s real, that some humans have extra abilities. I think those people are the strongest of the humans in magic. They are so powerful that just a small shade of their abilities is breaking loose. Imagine what they could do if their magic was released. The spoon bender would suddenly be a lot less of a joke when he started tossing boulders…”

  Kristi asked, “So what do we do about it?”

  I shook my head, “No idea. Part of me thinks we should free all the humans, that what the fae did was evil. Cutting you off from your magic, I couldn’t even imagine what that would feel like. On the other hand your society is non-magical in balance. Can you imagine the damage if all the sudden there were six billion plus breathing weapons walking around? Most people would probably be fine, but all those repressive government regimes would topple in a day, most other governments would follow in months.

  “Religions would break down. Even a simple argument between neighbors would cause deaths without the magic discipline we were taught as children, people would kill each other on accident. It would be a blood bath.”

  She looked startled.

  I squeezed her hand, “What we will do is be careful, and not do anything rash. Oh, and try to coax out your power, I doubt pre-cognition is the only thing your magic can do. We’ll help you figure it out though.”

  Hope asked Kristi, “So, are you sorry yet I invited you over for the holiday weekend?”

  Kristi’s laugh was brittle, “I’ll let you know on Monday.”

  My mind works quickly sometimes, making connections most people wouldn’t see. I just wish the same thing would happen with the demon problem. There had to be a way to make up for our inexperience, or was there? Perhaps that was just wishful thinking. As long as I was doing some of that I hoped that maybe we just killed the only warlock in the group that wanted us dead.

  We were already good enough to handle witches, sorcerers, and necromancers with our blunt application of magic. Or at least, it was closer to a fair fight. But I knew that was too much to ask for.

  I was also trying to figure out what the second group wanted, but I didn’t have enough clues to work with. It was still early afternoon, and I had a lot of nervous energy to burn off. It was finally sinking in just how close I was to being killed today.

  Mom said as if reading my mind, “I think I should train you two a bit today, it will help focus you on thinking of solutions, instead of the hopeless looks I’m seeing.”

  I shared a look with Hope, neither of us was enthused by the idea, but we weren’t going to get any better ignoring it either.

  Mom continued, “Also, Kristi, would you mind working with their father? If you want to get a handle on it, you need to start now.”

  Kristi shifted a bit, and then reluctantly nodded. She looked nervous with a touch of excitement. I was hoping that was a good sign.

  One thing about my parents, they didn’t dawdle. Dark shadows rose up surrounding Kristi and my dad, and they disappeared. I got up and started for the backyard, wondering how much this was going to hurt. I was also a little skeptical. Okay, a lot skeptical.

  I knew all the basics, the underlying theories on how to form and create advanced magic. All that was really left was working on my mental discipline, and training my magic, until I could actually do those things.

  The last few years my training had been for the most part along those lines, mom trying to teach us the various mental disciplines. This would be a colossal waste of time. I could think of better ways to burn off my nervous energy.

  When we got out back my mother closed her eyes and a small boulder appeared on our lawn, transported from who knows where. She cast a glyph at it effortlessly and it was surrounded by a solid white nimbus. I raised my eyes at her and she frowned at me. I felt a bit guilty, I was acting like a teenager, not a senior in college.

  I asked neutrally trying to push down the attitude, “Why a boulder?”

  She studied me for a bit then nodded, “Simple, I have more faith that you’ll find a way than you do. Also, attacking a boulder, trying to get through that powerful shield, is more likely to happen on the boulder. I’d like to think you would hold back, and maybe your magic would as well, if you were attacking me. Plus, I’ll be having fun ambushing you from the sides, to make sure you keep your guard up well enough.”

  I saw her hand start to glow white and I concentrated enough to get a shield up before she hit me with a pulse of power. It was a low level of power, designed to hurt just enough to make me regret it if I dropped my shield. Hope brought her shield up as well and we started to attack the rock, and maintain our shields at the same time. I was getting frustrated.

  Hope and I worked together flawlessly. We had trained together since we were little. We absorbed, dodged, or stepped into limbo to avoid mom’s attacks. We also attacked the boulder in tandem, working together. Hit it at the same time from both sides. We also used harassing tactics, leapfrogging attacks from random directions to keep the enemy off balance.

  Hope even had her some of her ghosts attacking it.

  Still, well trained or not, how could we possibly break through without being able to manifest our magic to a strong physical level that would cut through the strong shields my mother, demons, and other older beings were capable of. It was a waste of time.

  I was getting angry and I felt my shield shudder when I was hit with a white bolt. It stung and I was about to quit. We weren’t getting anywhere. I popped into limbo to reestablish my shield when I saw my sister do something different. She threw a small ball of energy, instead of a long spike. I watched the boulder explode, my mom’s shield absorbing the explosion. It looked like the ball passed right through, like the shield wasn’t there.

  My sister started laughing and I stepped out of limbo without thinking about it. What the hell did she do?

  My mom was equally amazed, which made me suspect she hadn’t been as hopeful as she appeared earlier, either that or she had been giving up like I was.

  “How did you do that?” I asked.

  I almost blushed at the awe in my voice.

  She grinned, “What’s the one thing our magic is trained to do, the thing we don’t have to concentrate on to make happen?”

  I blinked, “Step between realms, but what…” my voice trailed off.

  She shrugged going for nonchalant. My sister could be a trip sometimes.

  She said, “When I threw the ball I simply told my power what I wanted. It moved itself to limbo for a split second to get through the shield. That’s why the boulder exploded. My magic reappeared inside the boulder.”

  It was kind of obvious in hindsight, but still had a multitude of problems.

  I shook my head, deeply impressed with my sister despite the brother code. I was also disgusted at myself for not thinking of it. I had considered the movement between realms purely as a defensive thing before now.

  “It would be extremely difficult to hit a moving target,” I stated the obvious

  My pessimism forgotten I turned to mom, “Can you set up moving and dodging targets? I doubt the demons will stand in place for us. We need to practice.”

  My sister smirked, “I can help with that too, our power has no effect on souls.”

  She used her necromantic power to make a handful of ghosts solid, my mother wordlessly started to shield them, but it wouldn’t work, her magic couldn’t link to souls either and the glyph simply unraveled.

  This time it was Bree, one of my sister’s favorite ghosts that had the answer.

  Bree picked up a pebble and th
en asked, “Can you shield this, but make it big enough to cover me?”

  My mother could, and did. We spent about two more hours dodging her bolts and trying to hit moving targets with our magic while at the same time, having it cross realms and back at the exact moment it needed to. It wasn’t easy, but we made a little progress. I believed as long as we could hold out long enough defensively, we would eventually get them if we were attacked again.

  We would definitely need more training, but this was a huge leap forward for us. We now had some breathing room to learn our powers the right way, and we would get there, eventually…

  Kristi seemed excited when her and my father came back. We sat down and ate a light dinner, we were all still feeling the big thanksgiving lunch. After dinner Kristi pulled me and Hope into her room, apparently she wanted to show off.

  I said with a smile, “I take it you had a good first lesson?”

  She nodded, “Earth magic seems more straightforward than yours. It is simple to conceptualize moving something with your hand, and that seems to carry over to telekinesis. It was hard at first, to figure out how to get my magic’s… attention. But after that…”

  She concentrated a second and the bed rose up off the floor a couple of inches. I also jumped, I felt someone pinch then rub my ass. Kristi had a naughty look in her eyes and I knew it was her. I was happy for her, and a little turned on now.

  Hope smirked, “You know we can see magic Kristi, if you want to pinch my brother’s ass on the sly you need to do it in private.”

  I grinned at Kristi’s blush, I hadn’t seen it because… well it was behind me.

  I asked, “Did you learn anything else?”

  She nodded, “I tried to see the future or past, but couldn’t. I think because it’s hard to tell my magic what I want, that power may be hard if not impossible to master. But I was able to do the distance viewing thing. I just thought of you and Hope and on the desire to see you, and a window kind of opened in my mind’s eye.

  “You were dodging your mom’s power and shooting at ghosts at the same time. It was kind of impressive. I haven’t tried anything else yet. Psychometry, pyrokinesis, empathy, mind reading, etc…”

  I replied, “Yeah, two things right off the bat are impressive. There will probably be a lot more, those common occurrences of psychic power are probably the easiest magical abilities humans have. I imagine there are other applications that are difficult and don’t leak through so much.”

  She nodded thoughtfully, “Probably, and I’m being careful, I’ll only mess around with those two things for now. Your father explained how even reading minds could be a dangerous ability if it’s strong enough. Like your niece Amy. I’m excited but… I don’t want to hurt anyone, not on accident.”

  We talked for a while before Hope and I left her to sleep. She had signaled me to come visit her later and there was no doubt I would do so. We hadn’t really talked about what happened this morning, but that was fine with me. I was over the way she treated me. She was pretty freaked out at the time, and I was central to the trauma. If anything I was surprised she hadn’t demanded to be taken home. She had instead chosen to stay, even though my sister and I was on someone’s hit list.

  I spent a couple of hours meditating, trying to improve my shield. It was difficult to train my magic but I wouldn’t give up on it. I was holding the shield, the idea of the shield, and the glyph structure I had picked for my shield, all at the same time while patiently feeding all of it structured correctly to my magic.

  My immortal magic could learn, but it was a slow process. Eventually I’d just be able to evoke the glyph, and my magic would shield me without me even thinking about it, much less concentrating, until I mentally turned it off. But it could take me a long while to get there.

  In a much better headspace from this morning, I got up off the floor and walked down to the guest room Kristi was using. I knocked softly and slipped in. She was posed in bed, obviously expecting me. I wondered if she knew when I was coming because she was watching me. I found that the idea of that didn’t disturb me at all, actually it kind of turned me on at this moment.

  A portion of her hair was pulled around her shoulders, doing a titillating job of partially obscuring her breasts. She was wearing matching sexy red lingerie and her body was slightly twisted creating an evocative image.

  She smiled at me and said in a tone both innocent and sultry, “I couldn’t find any glasses, will this do instead?”

  I nodded speechlessly, she really was stunning. I stood there for a second, taking her in, then walked toward the bed.

  She shrunk back and covered herself in faux modesty, her voice sounded scandalized, “What are you doing sir, I’m not that kind of woman.”

  She shot me that innocent adorable look, strangely it didn’t look as genuine in this situation of artful seduction. I decided that she didn’t really know she did it those other times, unless she was just nervous right now. This was a side of her I hadn’t seen yet, we had never role played before.

  I leaned in and kissed her, eliciting a moan from her soft full lips. My manhood felt too confined as it jumped, pushing against the fabric of my shorts.

  I leered, “But you want to be, don’t you, for me? Admit it, tell me what you want.”

  I stole another kiss before pulling off my shirt. Then I ran my hand up and down her long silky smooth legs and the sexy curves of her hips and waist.

  She bit her lip and looked at me both longingly and hesitatingly. It drove me crazy, it was all I could do to let the game continue and not ravage her on the spot.

  I leaned in and started kissing her neck, working my way to her ear and whispered, “Tell me.”

  She gasped and put her hand behind my neck, pulling my lips tighter against her soft skin. She smelled so good too. I couldn’t help drawing a deep breath in through my nose.

  She drew in a breath in faux shock, “My goodness sir, you would take my innocence? Force yourself upon my maidenhood? Surely not.”

  I pushed her hair to the side as I kissed my way down to her breasts and teased her cleavage and the top of her breasts with my lips and tongue.

  I lifted my face while pulling off my shorts and gave her a stern look.

  She broke down in giggles.

  “Sorry, I just couldn’t play the reluctant innocent anymore, get over here and fuck me with that big cock of yours.”

  I frowned in an attempt to stop my smile and got out, “Nope, you need to be punished first, no breaking roles allowed, it’s the rules.”

  She gasped as I grabbed her legs, pulled and twisted, she wound up laying over my lap on her stomach, her perfect supple ass sticking up. She started giggling again and wriggled to get away. I spanked her once hard and she froze.

  I was taking a chance here, but she loved getting spanked during doggy style, so it wasn’t all that big a risk.

  She said breathlessly, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

  I could swear I heard a light moan.

  I pushed down her panties, and spread her cheeks, revealing her puckered hole and her swollen glistening labia.

  I spanked her again, and then rubbed in a circle, brushing a finger along her crack and over her puckered star.

  She moaned softly, “Please stop, I am sorry,” she said softly while waving her ass like a flag.

  I spanked her again, and then slid a finger from the other hand into her ready heat when I saw her clench tight.

  She moaned and I felt her tighten around my finger. She didn’t even bother to object this time. I was hard as a rock, my manhood pushed up hard against her stomach. I had started this out being playful, but now there was a powerful intimacy that seemed to connect us. Kristi just took my breath away.

  I spanked her again and grazed her clit with a second finger before sliding it in to join the first in her body’s embrace. She was so wet and I could hear her quick shallow breaths. Her body trembled slightly against me and then she tightened. I rubbed her redd
ened ass cheek softly as I watched her body wrack in orgasmic bliss.

  She turned her neck and looked up at me, I could tell as our eyes locked the feelings going through me were not just in my head. I rolled her off and onto her back, and then finished removing her panties. She looked at me in a mixture of pleasure, but also surprise that she had liked what I’d done. When I got between her legs, she wrapped hers around my waist and twisted. We rolled and I found her on top looking down at me hungrily.

  Maybe she just needed to feel some control after submitting so totally to me. Either way, it felt right and I didn’t argue.

  She reached back and squeezed my manhood, lining it up before she plunged straight down, impaling herself. She shut her eyes and froze, her hands resting on my chest. I waited patiently for her to get used to me, taking the time to both caress and admire her body.

  Neither of us spoke. It was like we were afraid it would break the intensely intimate connection between us. She started out slowly, but it wasn’t long until she picked up speed. The walls of her warm wet core massaged my manhood with slick friction and the tightening and loosening of her welcoming body. I teased her nipples and kneaded her breasts as her fingers curled and pushed down in to my chest, her body bouncing on mine drawing moans and gasps from the both of us.

  She whispered breathlessly, “Oh, fuck. Vinnie,” as she rose and speared herself on me two more times before her body locked tightly around me. I felt my legs go numb as my manhood expanded inside her tight body and released into her waiting body.

  She collapsed onto me, the sweat of our bodies mixing together. She kissed me slowly, our bodies still connected. It was a while before I slid out as she rolled off of me to the side, her breathing getting close to normal.

  She lay on her side against me and ran her fingers around, lazily exploring my torso. I just stayed there, enjoying the feeling for a few long moments before putting my arm around her and pulling her closer.

  Words weren’t necessary, she didn’t expect me to say it. She knew me, didn’t ask it of me. I caressed her face and kissed her softly.

  “I love you,” I whispered, my heart in my throat.