The Spell

Copyright 2005 Julien Gregg
Edited by Bruce

This story is about a homosexual teenager, and contains scenes describing a sexual relationship between a teenaged boy and an adult male..  If you are offended by this kind of story, then you shouldn't read mine.  If it is not legal for you to read erotic fiction where you live, then you should not read this story.  If you have questions or comments, email me.  You can also visit my webpage.  There is one exclusive story there, and you can join my mailing list to be notified when I post to a story.  This story is copyrighted, so please do not duplicate it in whole or in part without permission.  If by the end of this story you are confused about some of the references, the first story can be found in the incest section.  Its called The Storm.

I was thrilled when I watched the car back out of the driveway with both of my brothers in the back seat, waving at me.  I couldn't believe my luck.  Both Billy and Chad were leaving with my mother for the entire weekend to help Aunt Jill get her house ready for the reception.  See, Aunt Jill's oldest daughter, Sarah, was getting married.  I didn't know the guy she was marrying, but my mother gushed about him constantly.  I didn't really care about the guy one way or the other.  At that moment, all I cared about was the fact that my father and I would be alone in the house all weekend.

Now don't get any goofy ideas!  Just because I had sex with my brother, Billy, that one time doesn't mean that we're a family of incestuous freaks.  It was nice having sex with Billy, but we both agreed that it would never become habit for us.  It hasn't, either.  We still share a room, and I see him naked all of the time just like he sees me.  We just don't pay any attention to each much anymore.  Sure there was a little awkwardness between us, but that was a year ago.  We only help each other out occasionally.

OK, OK.  My name is Harry Campbell, and I'm fifteen years old.  I have dark brown hair that almost looks black and money green eyes.  I'm all of five feet seven inches tall and I probably weigh around one thirty or something.  I never worry about that kind of stuff.  I'm a little thin, but I'm working on it now that Billy isn't being such an ass about his weights in the basement.  He lets me work out with him usually.  That's just one of the changes that have taken place since our weekend alone.

Another big thing that's happened since that weekend, and what had me so excited about being alone in the house with just my father for a weekend is that Danny, my brother's best friend, showed him how to get around the block on our computer! Of course Danny and Billy looked at disgusting pictures of girls all day, but that just wasn't for me.  I would be alone in the house virtually.  Dad never pays any attention to what's going on around him when Mom isn't here to make him, so I might as well be alone when its just the two of us.  Dad usually spent his time in the garage tinkering with his boat.

You know what that means? That's right, goodbye block, hello porn! I was going to read filthy stories, look at every naked guy I could find and probably jerk off a million or so times.  It was going to be a good weekend.  I thought about inviting my best friend, Clay, over.  He and I had been having sex since the day puberty struck.  Then I remembered that Clay was with his dad that weekend.

See, his parents had gotten a divorce, and now he had to spend every other weekend with his dad.  He said they had fun together, so I guess it worked out.  I wouldn't know what to think if my mom and dad split up.  The idea is crazy.

Any way, where was I?  Oh yeah, my weekend virtually alone in the house.  Well it turned out that I would have no such luck.  Remember the guy I was talking about that my cousin was about to marry? Well my mom gushed over him all of the time, and I guess I should have known that something crazy would happen when Mom announced that she was taking my brothers with her for the weekend and leaving me alone with Dad.

That's right!  Something crazy happened.

My mom and Aunt Jill decided that there was no reason for Zach, the guy my cousin was about to marry, to spend the weekend in the hotel when he could stay with me and my dad all weekend.  Isn't that just great?  I about died when my dad told me that Zach would be there for the weekend.  Yeah, Dad said he'd be there any time!

"And I want you on your best behavior," he said.  "Go up to your room and make sure that all of the laundry is put away and picked up. He isn't going to be staying in your little brother's room. He can stay in Billy's bed."

Just great!  Not only did I have to worry about someone else being in the house, he was going to be in my room! I should have begged to stay with Clay for the weekend.  Not that they'd have let me go.  I was supposed to be helping my dad all weekend.  Well, he wasn't going to get much help out of me now!  I couldn't believe it.

Like a good boy, I picked up all of the dirty clothes off of the floor.  For me and Billy, there wasn't much to pick up.  We were both a little on the neat side.  I did make sure that all of our secret magazines were put away as well as other incriminating evidence.  Our parents rarely ever came into our room, but now that Zach was going to be staying for the weekend, I had to be sure that everything was put in very good hiding places.

The beds were made already, and the desk was clean.  As I already pointed out, there wasn't much for me to do to make sure the room was presentable.  I waited for a few minutes to make my dad think that I was actually working on the room, though.  I wasn't sure that he was actually paying any attention, but I wanted to be safe.  The last thing I wanted was for him to march up the stairs to investigate.  I'm sure he believed that Billy and I were both slovenly pigs.  He was always leaving things around the house.  Mom was constantly telling him to clean up after himself.  Chad was one of the messiest boys I'd ever known.  I guess Dad just expected all of his sons to take after him.

I was half way down the stairs when the front door opened.  I stopped dead in my tracks as Aunt Maude walked through the  door.  She wasn't a sight that would stop traffic or anything, but the guy behind her was! I could barely see him because of Aunt Maude's huge bag.  She carried that thing everywhere she went. The other fact about her that was hard to get around, and making it hard for me to really see Zach, was her weird height.

"You hoo, Jason," she called as she came through the door.  "He's around here somewhere.  He's a really charming man, really.  You'll like him, Zach."

"I'm sure I will, thank you," replied Zach.  His voice was deep like my father's.  I wondered how old this guy really was.  He sounded as if he was trying to keep from laughing, and that I could understand.  He'd come all the way here with Aunt Maude.

"Oh, Harold," she said when she saw me.  "Come quick and meet Zach."

"Hello, Aunt Maude," I said as I came down the rest of the stairs.

Zach stepped around her a bit, and I got my first look at the guy.  He was absolutely hot!  He had dark hair with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen, and he smiled when he saw me.  That smile was amazing.  If it hadn't been for the look of relief in his blue eyes, I might have just stared at him forever like an idiot.  That just wouldn't have been a good thing.

"Hello, Zach," I said, reaching for his outstretched hand.  "I'm Harry."

"Nice to meet you, Harry," he said.  That smile never left his face.

"Harold, where is your father?"  Asked Aunt Maude, tearing my gaze away from Zach.  "He knew we were coming."

"He's probably in the garage, Aunt Maude," I replied.  "I'll go find him."

"No need to look for me," said my father, coming out of the dining room.  "Maude, its good to see you, and this must be Zach."

"Oh, Jason," said Aunt Maude with what would have to pass for a smile.  "Traffic was completely bonkers today, and I'm afraid we're a bit late."

"Nonsense," said my dad.  "You're here. Maude, why don't you join us for supper?  Lindy left a casserole for us, and it should be hot in a few minutes."

"Oh, I wouldn't intrude," said Aunt Maude.  "I was asked to drive Zach, and I've done that. I should really get started on my way back."

"Now what kind of brother in law would I be if I sent you off hungry, Maude?"  Asked my dad.  "Really, there's plenty.  If you don't eat with us, we'll have leftovers for three days."

She appeared to consider, and for a moment I hoped that she'd go ahead and leave.  I don't know if Billy told anyone or not, but Aunt Maude is one weird lady.  For a second, I thought she would insist that she get back home.  Then she passed that excuse for a smile again, and I knew that my hopes were dashed.

"Well, I'll stay for a bite," she said.  "Besides, Zach doesn't know you or Harold. It might be nice to stick around for him."

"Thank you," Zach said politely.

"Harry, show Zach where he can put his bag, and the two of you should wash up for supper," said my father, dismissing us without another thought.

I motioned for Zach to follow me, and I could hear Aunt Maude telling Dad about all of the wedding preparations that were going on as we headed back up the stairs.  It suddenly struck me that I was about to be alone with Zach.  He was a really hot guy, and I would have to be extra careful of what I said and where my eyes rested when he was in the room.

"Your Aunt Maude is very nice," said Zach as we went upstairs.

"She's something," I said before I could stop myself, but I heard him chuckle from behind me.

We went on to my room, and when I turned to face him, he smiled.  I showed him Billy's side of the room and told him that he would be sleeping in Billy's bed.  He put his bag on the foot of the bed and turned back to face me again.  I let him go into the bathroom that Billy and I shared to wash up first.  While he was in there, I had to think of a million different things that I didn't like to make the erection that was starting in my pants go away.

He waited for me as I washed my hands and face, and then we walked back down the stairs together.  I could hear Dad and Aunt Maude talking about traffic and wind, of all things.  Like I said, my Aunt Maude is weird.  She gave us that dull smile as we came into the dining room.  Dad was just putting the casserole on the table.

"Oh, gentlemen," she said.  "I was just telling Jason that the weather report calls for a windy Monday."

"I'm sure we'll be fine," said Zach as he took a seat across the table from me.  "The wedding is going to be held inside, and if its too windy for the guests outside at the reception, we can always move it into the church basement."

"Dreadful things, basements," she said.  "I still don't see why no one was interested in using the hall for the reception."

I'd heard about this part from my mother.  Well, I'd overheard her telling Aunt Jill on the telephone what she thought of using The Hall of Magic for a wedding reception.  As far as I could remember, none of us had ever been inside that place in the past.  We had no idea what went on there, but Aunt Maude was on some sort of council there.  She'd offered the hall for the reception when the wedding was in its first stages of planning.  Everyone had rejected the offer as far as I knew.

"Well its too late to get everything ready for the hall now, Maude," Dad said.  "Besides, the kids wanted their reception held outside. I'm sure the wind won't be a problem."

We were all quiet for a few minutes after that.  Aunt Maude was frowning at my father, and Zach was looking at his plate.  Dad didn't seem to notice that Aunt Maude was frowning at him, and as he dished portions of the casserole, he spoke to Zach.

"So tell us a bit about yourself and your family, Zach," he said, and I cringed.  Leave it to my dad to pry into someone else's life.  It wasn't as if Zach was marrying Dad's daughter.

"Well, my father is Chief Of Staff at Mercy General," said Zach.  "My mom is a housewife. We actually live right outside of Storyville."

"Oh, a doctor," beamed Aunt Maude.  "Will you be following in your father's footsteps?"

"No, ma'am," said Zach.  "I just don't have the brains to become a doctor. I'm working at the plastics factory over in Marcead."

"A fine job," said my father, nodding at Zach.  "Didn't Sarah start working there not long ago?"

"Yes, sir," said Zach.  "She's a secretary in one of the offices."

"And does she like her job?" asked Aunt Maude.  I couldn't believe her sometimes.

"She seems very happy to be working there," said Zach.  "She's making a good wage, and we've saved quite a bit of money for our house."

"Jill was telling me that the two of you were looking at houses," said my father.  "Have you found one you like?"

"Yes, sir," said Zach, smiling.  "Sarah has fallen in love with a house right here in Storyville."

"That would be closer for her to get to work," said Aunt Maude.  "I can't fathom why she would want to drive so far every day to go to work."

"Well, she's been rooming with my sister since she got the job," said Zach.  "They've been sharing a small apartment just down the road from the factory."

"Jill never mentioned . . ."

"What about a bachelor party, Zach?"  Asked my father, cutting Aunt Maude off.  I think he was trying to spare Zach a lecture about taking care of Sarah properly.  Aunt Maude is one weird lady with very strange ideas.

"Well, Sarah was very firm about not wanting either of us to participate in anything like that," said Zach.  "I decided to forget about a party to keep her happy."

"As well you should have," said Aunt Maude, nodding.  "Those parties' are absolutely horrid."

"Now, Maude, let's not berate the boy," said my father.  "He's just said that he isn't having one."

"As well he shouldn't," she said, clearing her throat.  "In my day . . ."

"Tell us about the house, Zach," said my father, cutting her off again.  For this he gained a reproachful look from Aunt Maude.

"Oh, its a great place," said Zach, smiling.  "Its two stories tall with three bedrooms.  Sarah wants to have four children."

"We tried for four," said my father, shocking me.  "Lindy wanted a girl, but it just wasn't in the cards for us. After Chad was born, we found out that there would be no more."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Zach as Aunt Maude prepared to say something.

"Oh, don't be sorry," said Dad before Aunt Maude could get a word in.  "We did just fine with the three boys we have. Perhaps one of them will give us a grand daughter."

All eyes turned to me, and I blushed.  How was I supposed to handle that one?  It wasn't as if I could just tell them to count me and Billy out.  At least they had Chad.  There was still hope for him, I guess.  I didn't like the way they all looked at me, though.  Thinking fast, I tried to come up with something to say that would neither tell them they were looking at the wrong son or give them false hope.

"We'll do our best," I finally said, making all three of them laugh.  Then it got worse.

"I'm sure you have a nice girlfriend," said Zach, and I wanted to spit my food at him.

"No time for girls," I said uncomfortably.  "All I have time for is school and sports."

"Sports?  You're not even playing baseball this summer," said Dad.  I just wanted to disappear.

"No, but school is out, and the only girl that I see on a regular basis besides Mom is Kim Pruitt," I said, wrinkling my nose at them.

"He's young yet," said Zach as he and my father laughed.

Aunt Maude was looking at me closely, and I have to admit that her look made me very uncomfortable.  She was weird, but what if there really was something to the hocus-pocus that she went on about all of the time?  Could she see something in me that others couldn't?  Did she know why I didn't really have time for girls?  I was ready for her to leave.  I wished they would all just eat.

Luckily, they did eat after that.  Dad and Zach talked back and forth about Zack's job at the plastics factory, more about the house, Sarah and of course, the wedding.  Aunt Maude continued to look at me, though.  I grew more and more uncomfortable as supper continued.  I found myself staring at my plate and hoping that no one, other than Aunt Maude, noticed my red cheeks.

When supper was over, just like a good girl, Aunt Maude made her exit.  Unfortunately, she asked me to walk her to her car.  I was terrified then.  I was sure that she was going to tell me that she knew my secret.  What if she told my parents?  I wished Billy was there.  He was always better at dealing with crazy Aunt Maude.

"They made you uncomfortable in there," she said as soon as we were outside.  "Don't worry about your father, Harold. He'll understand when the time comes for you to tell him your secret."

I was stunned.  She did know about me!

"What do you mean?"  I asked with a shaky voice.

"Oh, don't play with me," she laughed.  "You and your brother are both very transparent for anyone who chooses to really look. Don't worry, I won't tell your secret. Just know that if you ever need to talk, I'm only a phone call away."

"Thank you," I said unsure of what else to say.

"Oh, I know what you and your brothers think of me," she laughed again.  "You think of me as your crazy aunt, but I assure you there is more than fluff in my head, boy. When the time comes, you will call me. After all, we all have to stick together."

She scowled at the shocked look on my face.  Was she telling me what I thought? Was Aunt Maude a lesbian? She never had married, but Billy and I had just assumed that no man would have her.  Wow! I didn't know what to say.

"Don't tell me that you're blind," she said as a book fell out of her bag.  She paid no attention to it, and I was too stunned to bring it to her attention.

"Well," I said when I finally managed speech.  "Maybe I just don't pay attention."

"You're a good boy, Harold," she said, smiling at me.  For once the smile seemed real.  "One day, you will make a fine man."

She hugged me, and I managed not to panic.  When she released me from her embrace, she got into her car and started the engine.  She waived at me from the end of our driveway, and I actually waved back.  I watched her car until she turned at the end of the block, heading toward the interstate that would take her back to where she'd come from.

Then I remembered the book that was lying on the pavement.  I picked it up and read the cover.  It was one of her occult books, and my first instinct was the throw it down.  After reading the title of the book, "Love Spells For the Modern Witch," I had second thoughts.  Maybe the book wasn't just occult nonsense. What if there was something to all of this occult stuff? I had no need of it that I could think of at that moment, but I always liked to think of myself as one who was always prepared for any given situation.  I stuffed the book into my jeans, using my shirt to cover it and went back into the house.

When I got into the house, Dad had Zach in the living room, watching some report on baseball.  Normally, I would have been glued to the set, but I had a package to hide.  I stayed out of the living room and went straight upstairs.  Once in my room, I put the book with the other "special" books that me and Billy had stashed in various places.

Clay called a little later to tell me about his day with his dad.  They'd gone to see a movie and out to eat.  I told him in our own special code, we'd developed it over the years to be able to talk around other people about secret things, about Zach.  I told him that he was really hot and that my dick sure seemed to like him.  Of course, also in code, Clay told me to jump him while he slept.  We laughed about that for a while, and that's when I started to really think about the book that was hidden in my room.

Could I?  Would it work?

For the rest of the evening, Zach and I were virtually alone.  Dad went back to the garage, and that left me and Zach in the living room.  We watched a television movie, and we talked a little.  He was kind of cool.  Gone was the attitude at supper.  Around Dad and Aunt Maude, Zach acted like any other adult when they're faced with a teenager.  Alone, he treated me like one of the guys.  He even told me all about the first time he met Sarah.  I wasn't particularly interested in all of that, but I listened intently and commented in all of the right places.

Everything was going fine until it was time for us to go to bed.  I let him take a shower first, and he came back in just a pair of boxers with a towel draped over his shoulder.  He told me the shower was all mine as he sat on the edge of my brother's bed and toweled his hair.  OK, now I know that he had no idea what he was doing to me, but come on! I was lucky that I was still wearing jeans, and he had his head inside that damned towel.  My dick was hard as stone over this display.

In the shower, I tried so hard not to touch it.  I was washing my hair, and that got me thinking about seeing him perched on the edge of Billy's bed in  a pair of boxers with little drops of water glistening in his chest hair.  In this instance it seemed that my memory was photographic.  I could recall every inch of him that I saw from his perfect biceps to his washboard stomach.  His legs were nice, too.  Sarah was one lucky girl.  I saw the bulge in his boxers.  She'd be a satisfied girl for many years. 

Lucky bitch!

I kept thinking about those drops of water in his chest hair as I found my soapy hand wrapped firmly around my dick.  As I slid my hand up and down my dick, my mind provided so many images of him naked to keep me hot and bothered.  Sure, I'd only seen him in boxers, but my imagination was clever.  The bulge in those boxers was replaced by a healthy dick and balls that, in my mind, I explored with both my hands and my mouth over and over again.

When I thought that I'd spent far too long in the shower, I sped up my soap slicked stroking and emptied my little swimmers into the drain.  "From me to you, Storyville," I thought with a chuckle before I resumed washing my body and rinsed off.  When I was completely dry and dressed in a pair of shorts, I went back to the bedroom to find that I could have stayed in there for as long as I liked.  Zach was sleeping.

I stood there in the doorway, looking at him for a few minutes before I remembered the book again.  Once again, thoughts I wondered if I could actually do it.  I wondered if I should actually do it, and finally, I wondered if it would actually work.  Billy and I had always been really certain that anything to do with the occult was just fluff, but now that I had the book, and Zach was sleeping in Billy's bed, I was starting to hope against hope that Aunt Maude was more than just weird.

I walked over to the desk and took the book out from under the middle drawer, being careful not to pull the magazine out with it.  With only the desk lamp on, I scanned the pages of the book.  I have to admit that the little hairs on the back of my neck kept threatening to stand up as I scanned those pages.  What I was about to do was finally sinking in.  I was too far into it to stop there, though.

I found a spell that seemed to fit what I was looking for, and I read the whole thing.  It said that I needed one white candle, something very personal from both me and my intended (hair is what it actually called for), cloves, an apple and honey.  The good thing about this particular spell was that to break it, all I had to do was destroy the apple when I wanted the effect to end.  It was perfect.

Luckily, Zach had left the towel that he'd dried his hair with draped over the footboard of Billy's bed.  I carefully took it, thinking that if he woke up, I could just tell him that I was putting it in the hamper in the bathroom.  I did take it into the bathroom where I could have more light to investigate the towel.  For once, I was glad that my mind was occupied when I got out of the shower, because my own towel was lying on the floor.

I searched and searched his towel for hairs, and I was starting to think that he had really strong follicles when I found what I  was looking for.  One dark hair was in that towel, and I carefully plucked it out of the fabric.  Instead of hunting through my towel, I just pulled a hair out of my own head.  I don't know why it took me that long to think of just pulling a hair out of my head.

Once I had both of those, I retrieved the book from the desk and went downstairs to find the other item I'd need.  It wasn't until I got to the kitchen that I started to hope that my mother had cloves in the cabinet.  I knew there were apples in the pantry, so I only needed honey and cloves.  Candles were in the drawer next the sink.  Knives were in the drawer on the other side of the sink.

At the table, I wrote the words of the spell on a piece of paper:  "As the air of night is to that of day, I bring them into line for a heart to sway. These ashes entwine our hearts in passion. This honey sweetens our minds after a fashion. Guardians of love and passion, hear me. I call to thee to let my magic be. As darkness becomes light, so mote it be."

As the book said to do, I placed both hairs on the paper before folding it four times.  With that in my hand, I gathered all of the other tools I needed and went out to the picnic table.  There was a metal bowl in the center of the table that usually held a candle that repelled bugs.  It was empty and perfect for what I planned.  I was starting to get really excited.  Maybe this would work.

I cut the top of the apple off and carefully cut out the core, leaving a space in the center of the apple.  Then I put honey inside and dropped in nine cloves.  In the bowl for the bug candle, I burned the paper and lit the candle so that it could burn for a bit.  I pulled the bowl out of the hole in the table and poured the ashes into the honey mixture.  Last, I let the wax of the candle drip into the honey mixture.  Putting the top of the apple back in place, I wrapped the entire thing in wax paper.

The book said to put the candle under the bed of my intended, and in the morning, the spell would be complete.  I went back upstairs and put the book back in my hiding place before carefully slipping the wrapped apple under Billy's bed.  I thought for a second that maybe the spell would only work on Billy, but I thought that the fact that Zach was in the bed at the time, the spell would work on him.

After cleaning everything up again, and hiding the burned candle, I crawled into bed and tried to sleep.  I kept looking at the spot where I'd put the apple.  It was dark, so I wasn't sure that I was actually looking at the candle, but that's where my eyes went over and over again.  I must have fallen asleep eventually, because the next thing I knew, sunlight was blinding me as I opened my eyes.  A quick glance at the bed across the room told me that Zach was already up.

I wondered if the spell was working.  The only way to find out was to get up, get dressed and find out myself.  I was nervous as I got dressed.  I made my bed like I do every morning, but this time I did it slowly, making sure that everything was  perfect.  I knew that I was just stalling, but I couldn't help it.  I really was nervous.  Finally, I had nothing left to keep me from going downstairs.  My stomach was grumbling with hunger, and I wasn't going to quiet it by standing in my room.  I went downstairs and headed straight for the kitchen.  "Act normal," I kept silently telling myself.  I didn't know if that was going to be enough to keep me from freaking out when I saw Zach or not, but I was going to get it over with.

Fortunately, Zach wasn't in the kitchen.  The house was completely silent as I sat down to a bowl of cereal and toast.  I wondered if Dad had dragged Zach off to the garage.  A glance at the driveway told me that Dad wasn't even home.  Perhaps he'd taken Zach with him wherever he'd gone.  I relaxed a little bit as I ate my cereal.

I kept wondering what Zach would do or say when he saw me.  I had no idea how I would know if the spell worked or not.  There was no footnote to the spell that said how the intended would act after the spell was complete.  I hoped that he wouldn't declare love for me in front of my dad or anything.  That wouldn't be good at all.  Besides, the spell wasn't exactly a love spell.  At least, it didn't say the word love anywhere in it.  It said passion.

I didn't have long to think about all of that, because Dad pulled up as I was rinsing my bowl.  I turned around as they came through the side door, and Zack's eyes were instantly on me.  He smiled at me, and I thought that the smile was warmer than it had been the day before, but that could have been nothing more than wishful thinking.

"Hi, Harry," he said, smiling brighter.  "You were sleeping when I got up, so I went with your dad to the hardware store."

"That's ok," I said nervously.  "What did you guys get?"

"Just some stuff for the boat," said Dad.  "I don't know what you did to this guy, but he hasn't shut up about you all morning."

"Oh?"  I asked, suppressing a gulp.

"Seems he wants to know all about you," said Dad with a chuckle.  "You must have made an impression."

"I don't know what I could have done," I said, trying hard to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Well, you can entertain him for a while," laughed Dad.  "I'm heading out to the garage."

With that, he went back outside.  Zach and I just stared at each other, and he still held his smile.  I didn't know what to say or do.  My stomach, now full of cereal and toast, was quivering.  What was I supposed to say to him? I couldn't exactly ask him if he liked me or anything.  That would just be wrong.  I could see him pummeling the crap out of me if I was wrong about why he kept smiling and asking my dad all kinds of questions about me.  I needed solid proof.

"So what do you want to do today?"  I asked him, trying hard not to stare at him.  He was doing a fine job of staring at me, though.

"I don't care," he said.  "We can do whatever you want to do, Harry."

"Around here," I said, trying not to think about the meaning of what he'd said, "we're competitive. Want to play Monopoly?"

For about two hours we played Monopoly while he asked me every question from what my favorite color was to what it was like for me to live with two brothers.  I noticed that he was asking every question he could think of that wasn't painfully personal, and I wondered if he was doing that on purpose.  I answered each of his questions and countered them with questions of my own.

I have to admit that we got to know each other pretty well while we played, and he kept me so distracted that I didn't even notice that he'd bought half the board.  He beat me pretty quickly, and we were laughing at each other as we put the game away when Dad came inside for lunch.  I noticed that he stood there, laughing as he watched us.

"I see you two are having a grand time," he said after a few minutes of listening to us playfully insult each other on how we played.  "What would you boys like for lunch?"

"I'll eat just about anything," replied Zach.

"Pizza sound good, Harry?"  Asked my dad.  "I don't feel like cooking."

"I'll cook something for you guys," said Zach, gaining a shocked look from both of us.

"Nah, pizza sounds good," I said.  "No need for anyone to cook anything."

Dad ordered pizza while Zach and I headed to the living room to watch television while we waited for it.  If there was any doubt in my mind that the spell worked, it was gone when Dad went back to the garage after leaving instructions to let him know when the pizza arrived.  Zach sat so close to me on the sofa that we were actually touching.  He hung on every word I said as I answered more and more questions, and twice he caught himself before his arm was around me.

"I can't believe you're only fifteen," he said, looking me in the eye.

"Well that's something you haven't told me," I said.  "How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-one," he said, smiling at me.  "I know I'm a few years older than you."

"That's OK," I said.  "It doesn't bother me."

"Cool," he said, beaming another smile at me.  "So why is it that you're too busy for girls?"

"Well, I spend almost all of my time with my best friend," I replied.  "He's visiting his dad this weekend, so I can't hang out with him."

"Well I'm glad," he said softly.  "If you were with your friend, I wouldn't have met you."

"Thanks," I said, smiling at him.  I knew that he was only saying these things because of the spell he was under, but it was nice to have someone pay that much attention to me.  I wasn't looking forward to breaking the spell.

"I don't think I've ever met anyone like you in my life," he said seriously.  "There's something about you that I can't put my finger on, but I like you a lot."

"I like you, too," I said honestly.  "I'm glad that you like me."

"Well how much do you like me?"  He asked.

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean," I kind of lied.  I was still being careful.  I didn't know exactly how the spell would play itself out, so I didn't want to say the wrong thing.

"I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but I like you almost more than I like your cousin," he said, blushing.  Even that was sexy!

"But you love Sarah, right?" I probed.

"Oh, of course," he said.  "But there's something about you. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I've had a hard on since I woke up this morning, and all I can think about is you."

"I wouldn't say that you shouldn't say that to me," I said.  "I just would be thankful if you didn't say it in front of my dad."

"Oh, I wouldn't!" he breathed.  "That kind of thing could get me thrown in jail."

"Well I doubt that they'd throw you in jail for merely saying something to me," I assured him.

"No, but they would throw me in jail if I did to you what I keep thinking about," he said, smiling and blushing.

"Well why don't you tell me what it is that you keep thinking about doing to me," I suggested.

"Are you sure you want to know?" He asked.  "You might think I'm a freak."

"I'm sure I want to know, and I won't think you're a freak, Zach," I said.

"To be honest, I don't really know exactly what I want to do with you," he said, looking down.  "I've never had sex with anyone in my life."

I couldn't believe my ears! He was a virgin? This couldn't be right.  He was twenty-one years old, engaged to my cousin and a virgin?  I was quiet for a few minutes as I digested that little bit of information.  Actually, it made me want to take him upstairs right then and there.  I silently cursed my father for not going with my mother and brothers.  A virgin!

"Well, what would you like to try?" I asked.

"Everything," he said, smiling at me again.  "I'm not sure exactly how I feel about you fucking me, but I'd like to try it anyway. Its really strange, though. I've never thought about having sex with a guy before."

"Are you repulsed by the idea?" I asked.  The last thing I wanted was for him to have serious issues after the spell was broken.

"No," he said.  "I've never thought about it one way or the other. I was just surprised when I woke up thinking about it this morning."

"If thinking about it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to do anything, Zach," I said.  I couldn't believe those words were coming out of my mouth.  I'd went to all of that trouble the night before specifically to make something like this happen, and now I was telling him we didn't have to do anything.

"It doesn't bother me that I want to do this," he said.  "It just surprises me."

I slowly reached over and took his hand.  I was a little surprised when he squeezed my hand slightly and beamed at me again.  Could this be true?  I was still a little convinced I was dreaming.  I could barely believe that any of this was happening.   Holding his hand sent little electric bolts though my entire body, and my dick was rock hard.  I was really going to be sad to break the spell.

He started to rub my index finger with his thumb, and I tried to imitate what he was doing.  That made him smile at me again, and I was blown away by the look in his blue eyes.  He looked so focused on me at that moment that it almost made me uncomfortable.  It put butterflies in my stomach again.  I was almost convinced that he felt this way about me for real.  The spell book should have warned me about this.  I didn't expect to feel the way I did.  Maybe casting the spell had been a mistake.  How would I ever be able to bring myself to break it?

"What's wrong?"  He asked, twisting on the sofa to look at me.  There was so much concern in his blue eyes that my heart nearly broke.

"Nothing, I was just thinking," I said.

"You're worried that after the wedding, I won't want anything to do with you," he said, looking down at our clasped hands.  "Don't. I love Sarah, but I think I love you, too. I don't know how it will work out, but I promise that I won't forget about you, Harry."

After that statement, we were both quiet.  We watched the television, but I couldn't tell you what was on it.  I was still blown away by what he'd said.  I hated myself for even considering letting the spell keep going after the wedding.  I was actually very tempted.  I'd had no idea how great it would feel to have someone look at me like he had.  He sounded so sincere when he spoke to me that it was almost too hard to remember that he was under the spell.  I had to get a handle on it.  If I wasn't careful, I might start to actually return genuine feelings for the feelings the spell made him display.

The pizza came, and we separated.  I actually felt a little better when he was seated across the table from me with Dad there to keep his thoughts occupied.  As Dad talked to him about the wedding more and more, Zach didn't stare at me nearly as much.  He still stole quick glances at me, but I would just have to live with that.  For a little bit it was like I hadn't cast the spell at all.  I was actually thinking of going upstairs and getting rid of that apple.

After the pizza was eaten, Dad asked Zach to help him with the boat.  That left me alone to think about things for a while.  I was having trouble with the thought that maybe I'd gone too far with the spell.  I mean, sure Zach was a hot guy, and I liked the attention, but was casting a spell just to get him to have sex with me really right?  He was showing far too much emotion toward me for comfort.  I knew that I wasn't in love with the guy.  I mean I really barely knew him.  I knew pretty much all about him now, but I still didn't really know him.

At the same time, he didn't really know me, either.  It was clear that everything he was feeling was coming from the spell.  I actually felt kind of dirty for even casting the spell.  It was one thing to lust after someone, but it was another to force that person to think they loved you.  If I had known that casting the spell would make me feel that way, I would have just given  the book back to Aunt Maude when she dropped it.  I had some serious thinking to do.

But I didn't want to end it yet.  That was the real bugger of it all.  Was I that selfish?  Did I crave that much attention?  I had Clay, and he and I had been having sex for quite some time.  Sure, he never looked at me the way Zach had been looking at me all day, but at least what I had with Clay was real.  There were no spells between us.  But I just couldn't make myself go up the stairs and destroy the apple.  In the end, I figured out that I was just as weak as everyone else.

Over supper, Zach gushed about the boat.  That look was still in his eyes, but he wasn't talking about making sure that I never felt left out after he married my cousin.  Dad even talked more during that meal than usual.  Zach was talking about a subject that Dad was interested in, so the two of them kept a steady flow of conversation going the whole time.  I just had to comment here and there.

After supper I got dad to play cards with us.  I could see a confused look cross Zach's face, but at that moment, I really wasn't ready to be alone with him.  Dad and I slipped into competitive mode, and my mind was occupied by the game.  Zach played his hand very well, but his heart clearly wasn't in the game.  His eyes rarely left me the whole time.

When Dad announced that he was heading off to bed after the card game, I knew that there was no getting around being alone with Zach.  This time, though, I was kind of excited about it in a sick way.  After all, this was what I'd cast the damned spell for in the first place.  I was also nervous.  I couldn't see myself fucking Zach.  With casting the spell and forcing him to feel the way he was feeling, that just seemed like another violation.

"We're finally alone," he said once we were upstairs and in my room.  He walked over to me and put his arms around me, and I had to admit that it felt so good to be in his arms like that.

"Yeah," I said stupidly.

"I want you to know that we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, Harry," he said when he broke the embrace.  "I'd die if I hurt you."

"Well, the only thing I'm not really comfortable with is fucking you," I said, letting my lust take over again.  "Anything else is fair game."

"OK," he said, putting one hand on the side of my face with his thumb under my chin.

He tilted my face up and brought his lips to brush against mine.  The effect was electric, and I nearly got off right then and there.  I knew there was no way I was going to be able to back out of any of it now.  I wanted him, and that was all there was to it.  With his next kiss, I felt my knees go weak.  He put his other arm around my waist as his tongue touched mine, sending electric pulses through my already sexually charged body.

"I've been wanting to do that since I woke up this morning," he said.  "You looked so sexy while you were sleeping."

"I wouldn't have minded being woken up that way," I told him.

"Well, I wanted you awake when I kissed you for the first time," he said, smiling at me again.

"Yeah," I said.  "I'm glad I was awake to feel how nice that first kiss was."

"I don't know what to do now," he said, his smile turning a bit uncertain.

"That's all right," I said, leaning up to kiss him again.  "We'll just take it slow and do what comes natural."

Being much more forward than I thought I'd have been able to, I started to unbuckle his belt.  He didn't seem to mind, though, because he pulled his own shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.  I pulled him by his jeans to my bed and sat down with him standing in front of me.  Once I had his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, he sat beside me on the bed and kissed me again.

I switched tactics and turned over in the bed.  Once I was virtually on top of him, I started kissing his neck and worked my way down to his chest.  When I let my tongue graze his nipple, I heard him suck in breath.  I remembered then that he was a virgin, and while that fact completely stunned me still, I made up my mind to give him a night to remember.

I left kisses down his torso and patiently tugged at his jeans and boxers when I got to his navel.  He lifted his hips to allow me to pull them down his legs, and I broke contact with him to untie and remove his shoes so I could get his pants and boxers off of him.  Once that was done, I went back to kissing his stomach and listening to him purr.

His dick was hard and leaking precum onto his furry belly just under his navel.  My imagination hadn't been too far off on his size, and I smiled as I thought about that.  I teased he head of his dick with the tip of my tongue and heard him whimper as I did so.  I was harder than I'd ever been at that point, and I had to really concentrate to keep my hands off of my jeans covered crotch.  This was about him now, and I wanted to give him my complete attention.

When I wrapped my hand around his dick, he moaned and his head rolled back and forth.  His eyes were shut, and his mouth as open with his tongue licking his bottom lip.  I stroked his dick slowly, milking pre-cum out of his balls.  I marveled at the size of it and wondered how I was ever going to accommodate him.  What I was certain of was that I was going to do it.  The idea of being his first fuck had my own balls churning pre-cum up through the shaft of my dick, leaving a wet spot on my jeans.

When I brought the tip of my tongue to his balls, his moans got louder.  For a minute I thought about asking him to be quiet.  I was worried about my father hearing us.  Then I remembered that my parents' bedroom was in the back of the house.  My room was in the front over the living room.  There was no way Dad would hear us unless we started screaming.  I just kept bathing his balls with my tongue.  I was surprised that his balls were completely hairless.  The rest of his body was covered in a fine dusting of hair that I thought was so sexy.

I stroked his dick while I licked his balls, and all I could think about was the fact that no one had ever even done this much to him.  I was really excited about being his first.  I hoped that I could give him the best night of his life.  He wouldn't need a bachelor party after this.  If I gave him enough pleasure, maybe even my cousin couldn't top this night.

With that thought in mind, I trailed my tongue over his balls and up the underside of his shaft until I got to the head of his dick.  With a whimper and a moan for my effort, I trapped the head of his dick between my lips and let my tongue flick back and forth over the head of his dick.  He started raising his hips off of the bed in an effort to drive more of his dick into my mouth, but I was firm and held my ground.  This was going to go slow, and he was going to enjoy it.  I didn't want him to cum too fast.  I still had to get him inside of me.

I slowly took more and more of his dick into my mouth until I felt the head bump that back of my throat.  It took a lot of concentration, but I got him into my throat, and when he felt that, I thought he was going to go into convulsions.  His body sucked, shoving a bit more of his dick into my throat than I was ready for, but I held on like a trouper.  When my nose touched his pubic hair, I was more proud of myself than I'd ever been in my life.  He was moaning non stop by that point, and when I backed off just as slowly, he hissed through clenched teeth.  When I heard that sound, I almost forgot to hold my breath.

I did that three more times, and when I had only the head of his dick in my mouth after the third time, he put his hand on the back of my head.  He didn't apply pressure.  He just laid his hand on my head.  I went back to flicking my tongue over the head of his dick, and his moans became pants that were separated by only seconds.

"I'm going to cum," he announced a little louder than I was comfortable with.

I immediately took my mouth off of his dick and my hands away from his body.  His eyes snapped open in that instant, and I had to smile at his expression.  He clearly had been expecting me to get him off, and he was absolutely confused over why I  stopped all contact with him when he said he was going to.

"I want you to calm down," I explained quickly.  "I don't want this to be over yet."

"Come here then," he said as understanding flickered in his azure eyes.  "I don't know if I can do what you did, but I'd like to try."

I slid back up his body, being careful not to stimulate his dick on the way up.  When I was face to face with him, his mouth devoured mine, and his arms were around me.  He held me so tight I could barely get a breath.  Then he just held me, and his grip loosened.  We stayed like that for a few minutes as he caught his breath, and I let breath back into my lungs.  It was so nice to be lying in his arms like that.

When he pushed against me, I rolled off of him onto my back.  He turned until he was almost on top of me and started to kiss me again.  His kisses almost took my breath away, and I thought that if I suffocated from it, I would die happy.  Then he let his kisses trail over my chin and down my neck.  He imitated everything I had done to him on my way down his torso until he was tugging at my jeans and boxers like I had his.

I raised my hips to allow him to pull my pants off just the way he had done for me.  Unlike him, I wasn't wearing shoes and socks, so his job was a bit easier than mine had been.  In seconds, I was completely naked, and he was traveling back up my body, leaving kisses up my thighs.  The sensation was strange to me.  No one had ever kissed me like that before, and I reveled in it.

When he got to my balls, he did exactly what I did to him.  The feeling of his tongue on my sensitive scrotum was unreal.  I was the one moaning now, but my head wasn't rolling from side to side.  My eyes were open and glued on the top of his head  as he bathed my balls with his tongue.  His hand wrapped around my aching erection and he stroked me slowly.  With the pressure he was applying, I knew that I would cum in no time.  Fortunately, he didn't keep it up long.

He dropped my dick, letting it smack against my stomach and licked up the underside of the shaft just like I'd done to him.  Only when he reached the head of my dick, he didn't tease it as I had his.  He put his lips around me and started to slowly sink his way down my length.  I was about to warn him when I felt the head of my dick touch the back of his throat, but he just backed off a bit on his own.  He started a steady rhythm, bathing the underside of my dick with his tongue on each in and out stroke.

I was shocked when I felt him wedge his index finger between his lips and my dick, wetting it thoroughly.  Shocking me even more, he rubbed that finger over my waiting ass hole, sending electric pulses straight through my ass to my balls.  When he applied pressure, I sighed.  I nearly lost my battle with holding off my orgasm as his finger sank into me up to the second knuckle.  I couldn't believe how quickly he took to it.  I'd thought I would have had to coach him all the way through this part, but he slid his finger in and out of me in time with his gentle suction, and I was in a state of euphoria.

All good things have to come to an end, though, and after what seemed like only minutes of his attentions, I told him it was time to back off.  I didn't think that he wanted a mouth full of cum the very first time he'd ever sucked a dick.  He didn't protest, though.  He just started kissing his way back up my body until our mouths were locked together again.

"You're amazing," he breathed between kisses.  "I had no idea it would be like this."

"It gets better," I said, trying to keep up with him.  "I want you inside of me."

He stopped moving completely and looked into my eyes.  I wondered what was going through his head as he looked at me, but I was quiet and tried to put as much determination into my own look as I could manage.  I wanted him inside of me.  That was what this entire thing had been about.  There was no way I was going to let this end without having his dick in my ass.

"I'll hurt you," he said finally.

"It will be ok," I assured him.  "I want this."

"If you're sure," he said, but I was already rummaging through Billy's bedside table drawer for lubrication.

Zach watched every move I made, and when I was finished moving around, I told him exactly what I needed him to do.  I didn't ask him to rim me, because I thought that just might be pushing too far.  He lubed his finger and slowly eased it back into me, though.  He kept his eyes on mine to watch for any signs of pain, but I reminded him that he'd done this much while he was sucking my dick.  That set him at ease until I asked him to add his middle finger.

His dick was at least three fingers wide all the way around.  I had to get him to loosen me up to take that much.  He was certainly bigger than Clay, and Billy was close but not quite as thick.  We'd only had sex one time, so I knew that I wasn't ready to take on Zach without a little help.  I assured him that he wasn't going to hurt me, and he finally listened.  He slowly slid his index and middle fingers in and out of my ass.  He watched me again just like the first time, and I knew that I had no way of convincing him that there was no need.

His eyes looked like they might pop out of his head when I asked him to add his ring finger, and I had to explain why.  After I'd gotten him to compare the first three finger of his other hand to the girth of his dick, he understood.  The feeling was tight, and there was some pain, but it went away after a few seconds.  Then all I felt was full.

"I'm ready," I said softly as he looked into my eyes.  "I want you inside me now."

"If you're sure," he said again as he flashed me a shy smile.

I wanted to just climb all over him when he smiled at me like that.  It was going to be so hard to give him up after this.  It was crazy, but I felt like we belonged together or something.  Every time he smiled at me, my heart beat a little faster.  Every time I looking into his awesome azure blue eyes, I could swear that there was a connection between us that no spell could have fabricated.  I knew that I had to break the spell before the wedding, but I didn't know if I could actually do it.

He kissed his way back up my body, making all of those thoughts scramble in a whirlwind of pleasure.  When we were face to face again, he kissed me softly and continued to look into my eyes as I opened the bottle of lube and spread it on his dick.  I wrapped my hand around it and stroked him a few times to distribute the lubricant, and then I lifted my legs. I'd never started out that way before, but I didn't want to lose eye contact with him for any amount of the time he was inside me.  I helped him guide his dick to my hole and smiled at him to let him know that I really was ready for it.  He needed no more encouragement.  He slowly began to apply pressure as I pushed back against him to open myself up to him.  His eyes went wide as the head of his dick passed through my sphincter.  There was a moment of pain, but I masked it by biting my bottom lip.

He seemed to understand the gesture, though, because he stopped right where he was and waited for my face to relax again.  Then he slowly sank his dick into me, and all I could think about was the fact that I had him inside of me.  I swear it was like fireworks went off in my head, and I hadn't even climaxed yet.  It didn't help when his dick rubbed against my prostate, either.  That sent a whole different kind of pleasure rippling through my body.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine so I could kiss him.

When his balls touched my ass, I knew I had all of him.  I felt so full at that moment, but I didn't care.  Zach was inside me, and I had exactly what I wanted.  He waited a minute or two, filling the time with soft kisses and whispered words, and then he started to pump his dick in and out of me slowly.  He picked up speed once he saw that I was having just as much fun as he was.  Soon, he was thrusting in and out of me at a normal pace, and each time he thrusted into me, his dick hit my prostate.

I was in heaven that night with Zach inside of me and his eyes radiating love as he looked into mine.  The feeling of his dick inside of me was incredible.  Coupled with the assault on my prostate, he had me riding the brink of an orgasm almost all the way through the fuck.  I knew I wouldn't last long.  I had no idea how close he was to cumming, but I knew that I couldn't wait to feel him shoot inside me.  I think it was that thought that sent me over the edge.

I started to wiggle my ass back and forth as he thrusted in and out of me, and all of sudden, my balls exploded the biggest load of my young life.  I could feel my cum shooting between us, but Zach didn't stop. His furry belly rubbed against mine with my cum to lubricate it, and my dick was trapped between us.  All I could do was whimper and moan as he sped up his thrusts, but we never lost eye contact.

"Oh God," he moaned as he slammed his pelvis against my ass, burying his dick inside me to the root.  I felt it then.  His hot cum shot into me, and I could feel the warmth spread through my ass.  I clamped my arms around him and held him tight as his body shook with his orgasm.

When his balls were empty, he laid his head on my chest and we both took the time to get our breathing at least partially back to normal before we looked at each other again.  Then there were more of those soft kisses and tender looks, and I seriously almost cried when he looked at me with so much love in his eyes.  I kissed him over and over again to help fight off tears, and then I knew that we had to at least try to clean ourselves up a little.  We were both covered in my cum, and I knew all too well what it felt like to be glued together when it dried.

"I'll get a couple of wet towels," I said when he let me up.

In the bathroom, I saw my reflection, and I couldn't help smiling.  I grabbed two towels and got the corners of both of them wet before turning to go back into the bedroom.  I cleaned his chest and stomach while he tried to clean me up, and then we collapsed back onto the bed in each other's arms.  He kept running his hand up and down my back as he looked into my eyes.

"That was incredible," he said softly.  "I never knew it would feel like that."

"It was amazing," I agreed.  It was all I could think of to say.  Suddenly, my mind filled with the thought of breaking the spell, and I pulled his head down for a kiss before I could start crying.

We kissed and touched each other for a long time before exhaustion finally set in.  The last thing I remember before closing my eyes that night was actually hearing Zach tell me that he loved me.  I just hoped that he wouldn't hate me after the apple was destroyed.  I didn't think I'd be able to live with it if he hated me.

The next morning, I felt him slip out of the bed and head off to the bathroom for his shower.  As much as I wanted to just go back to sleep, I knew what I had to do.  The clock on the bedside table told me it was barely eight in the morning.  It was Sunday, and I knew that my father would sleep until ten, so I got out of bed, grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on, and then retrieved the apple from under Billy's bed.

In the kitchen, tears finally found me as I poured the contents from inside the apple into the garbage disposal.  I tore the apple into pieces and stuffed them down into the disposal as sobs wracked me.  I couldn't believe how much it hurt to destroy the apple, but it felt like my heart was ripping in two.  When I was finished, I did my best to stop crying, ran water over my face before starting the disposal, and then crept back upstairs.

Zach was still in the shower when I got back to my room, and I nervously sat on the edge of my bed to wait for him.  I didn't know what to expect out of him when he came out of the bathroom, and my mind dredged up the worst possible outcome.  By the time the shower stopped, I was ready to pull my hair out from nervousness, but when he opened the door, he smiled at me.

He was standing there naked with a towel slung over his shoulder, and he smiled at me.  I was confused for a second.  I knew that I destroyed the apple, but I could still see the same tenderness and love in his blue eyes as he smiled at me.  I didn't know what to expect, but I would never have expected him to feel the same way without a spell to make him.

"You should have climbed into the shower with me, Harry," he said as he came over and gave me another of those soft kisses that made my knees weak.  "If I had known you would wake up while I was in there, I would have waited."

"I'm sorry," I breathed after a moment of silence, and then my head dropped.  I don't know if I sighed out of relief or happiness, but he lifted my chin so that we were looking each other in the eye.

"What's wrong?"  He asked, and concern washed over his sexy face as he looked into my eyes.

How did I tell him?  What was I supposed to say?  I couldn't tell him that I'd been worried that he'd hate me after I broke the spell that I'd put him under to have sex with me.  I couldn't tell him that in the course of that spell I believed I fell in love with him.  He would either hate me or think I was insane if I said any of that.

"Are you all right with what happened last night?"  I finally asked him.

"Hey," he said softly as he sat beside me and wrapped his arm around me.  He pulled me closer to him and kissed the side of my head.  "I loved last night, Harry. I don't want you to worry. Even though I'm marrying Sarah, I'll always love you. I don't know how we'll do it, but if you're willing, I don't want last night to be the end of us."

"But," I said, and I couldn't say anything more.  Sobs shook me again, and tears gushed from my eyes.  I was so relieved and happy that he didn't hate me, and I couldn't believe that he said that he'd always love me.

"Harry, I know I'm a bit older than you," he said, sliding off of the bed to kneel in front of me.  "I know that no one can ever find out about us, and if you're worried that I will get tired of hiding it, or that I'll tell someone, don't. Harry, I want you in my life any way I can have you. I don't know how it happened or why, but I love you very much, Harry Campbell. I hate that you're upset, and if you just tell me what to do to make you happy again, I'll do whatever it takes."

I flung my arms around him and held on tight.  He dragged me to the bathroom, and we got into the shower.  I passively let him wash my body and my hair, and in the middle of it all, he just kept telling me that he loved me.  I thanked my lucky stars for every time he said those words, and I couldn't believe that he really loved me. There was no spell making him say those words to me, and he kept saying them for the rest of the day.

He married Sarah the very next morning, and I was at the wedding.  I sat next to my brother, Billy, and watched him say his vows to my cousin.  I saw all of it, but all I could think of was that he loved me.  Billy kept asking me what was up with me after the wedding and all through the reception, but all I could say was that Zach and I had gotten along really well over the weekend.  He shrugged and let it drop after that.

He asked me again a few times while Zach and Sarah were on their honeymoon, but I just kept putting him off.  When Zach and Sarah got back, no one thought it was strange that Zach called me to tell me all about their trip.  He said he couldn't wait to see me again, and I smiled for the rest of the night after that call.

He loved me.