Lucas had never noticed anything seriously off about his family. Sure they were a little outside the norm his Mother’s family all being modern Pagans rather than the classic American image of the good Christian family. Still all the best holiday traditions were ripped off from pagan traditions anyway and he got both a winter and summer solstice celebration. The fact that he got presents for both was probably straight up bribery to be cool with the family traditions but his sister and he had never really questioned it. His family could be a bit recluse but it was just to avoid any tensions over their beliefs. His mother did come off as quite strong and demanding, in comparison to his chill absent minded father. He worked at the local university as an English professor and his mother worked as an environmental advocate. Most of those things were lies, of course, as Lucas was soon to discover.

The night Lucas’ life turned upside down was a quiet affair at first. His parents were off on their date night leaving him and his younger sister Leyla alone with leftover veggie lasagna and an equally cheesy horror film rented from their small town’s, somehow still existing, video rental store. This was a routine he and his sister underwent every week since they had been little (thankfully they had been old enough for many years now to not to have to be babysat by their old crone of a neighbor Ms. Strassbury). After dinner they settled down together on the couch and started up the movie.

Lucas and Leila were different around each other when their parents were away. Leila was generally less repressed and more playful than she was around their parents, as for Lucas he was more touchy-feely, more vulnerable. It was the only time, being without audience, that the two of them would cuddle up with each other on the couch. They would often squeeze each other’s hands at the scary scenes and talk openly after the movie not only on their critiques of the film but also about general life stuff, beyond the generic gossip and petty complaints that usually flowed between them.

This night was different, the movie they had picked up was one of the most uninspired and boring films Lucas could you remember seeing, a painful remake to a classic haunted house story that really didn’t need to exist. Leaning back into the couch, his sister’s warm body pressed against him, he found himself drifting off.…

He woke with a start to the sound of shrill screaming, it took a moment of panicked reorientation for him to realize the movie was still playing and had finally reached its bloody climax. Leyla was nowhere to be seen and checking his watch he realized an hour had passed. Leyla must have given up on the film and left him to nap there. He couldn’t really blame her, this movie wasn’t even funny bad, just draining. He got up with a long stretch and decided to find his sister to suggest they watch some old Twilight Zone episodes instead. He noticed her door was open a crack once he’d reached the bedroom upstairs, but the light pouring out into the shadowed hallway was faint and erratic. Candles?

Then he heard the soft moans. Holy shit, was she doing what he thought? It didn’t really matter what the answer was he felt his dick push upward to as full an attention as it could muster in the confines of his pants. He needed to take a peek, just to see she was okay… yeah okay he wasn’t very convincing even to himself but he was too turned on now to care. Slowly pushing the crack open wider he peered in to see his sister’s naked form illuminated in the warm orange light of surrounding candles. Her back was to him so all he could see was her tangled dark curly hair falling down her smooth bare back, and her shapely ass pushed up slightly from her meditative positioning. There was something else there too —

Fuck! What in hell was… It was a little flaming figure dancing in the air before his sister. Leila moaned again her body rolling back as the flame creature sprang upward in a spinning pirouette increasing in size and brightness as it rose. She murmured something in he language he couldn’t comprehend and rolled her body again sending the little fiery dancer to fly upward again halting just short of the ceiling.

“What the fuck!” you gasp not realizing you had spoken aloud till you saw your sister’s body contort to the side to look at you in horrified panic.

The creature immediately extinguish into a puff of smoke leaving the only light in the room to be the low set candles which bathed your sister’s face in demonic looking lighting.

“Get out!” your sister gasps and you’re only too happy to accommodate, hurrying to your room, slamming the door shut, and collapsing onto your bed, heart racing wildly.

Lucas lay there trying to piece together the hundreds of thoughts wrestling for dominance in his mind. His sister had controlled a creature made of flame, summoned it maybe. So she was… what? Magic? Is that even possible? How long has this been happening. Why did she get naked to do so? Was the round pink nipple he had glimpsed when she turned to face him as succulent as it looked?

Then a soft knock on the door, Leila’s voice cutting through to him. He didn’t reply. She came in anyway and the only noise either made was a groan from Lucas when she flipped on the overhead lights. She hadn’t bothered to dress save for throwing on an old sleeping robe on which left the curvaceous shape of her body still fully exposed albeit covered in thin layer of violet threads. She stood there quivering, not quite able to meet his eyes as he sat up to face her.

“What was all that?” Lucas asked, his voice barely a whisper but easily heard through the thick silence the lay between them.

“I’m a…” she began swallowing hard before continuing, “I’m a witch, Mom’s been teaching me for a while now.”

“A witch. You and mom are witches.” Lucas repeated dumbly.

“Yeah, actually all the women on Mom’s side are. We and a few other families are part of what they call The Sisterhood of Night.”

“Well,” he began as he slowly adjusted to this new reality, “that doesn’t sound sinister.”

Leila choked on a laugh and you can’t help smiling yourself.

“You’re taking this serious I see.”

“Oh no I’m still panicking internally just finding it easier to express myself this way.”

She nods, “It’s not that sinister despite the name. I mean we’re not Satanists or anything, that’s just Christian propaganda. The name mostly comes from the fact that meetings and spells were always occurring at night back when there were people looking to burn at the stake those they didn’t understand.”

“Versus the golden age of tolerance today,” Lucas replied, joking really did seem to make these pills easier to swallow.

Leila smiled mischievously, “Hey! I’m the witch here it’s my job to be the cynical, morbidly humored one.”

“Why only the women?”

“It’s an old rule apparently men aren’t to be trusted with the Craft anymore, historically they well… they tend to just use their powers to get laid.’

“Ha ha, and your telling me the women never use their powers for the same.”

“It’s less frequent and more controlled generally. No harems of brainwashed women all fighting for favor.”

“Holy shit, you can do that!”

Leila just leveled a glare at him that was eerily similar to their mother’s.

“Why don’t we stick to the question and answer thing.”

THE END — WISH THERE WAS MORE