My Sister's a Witch!

A video of a green streak had a bunch of people re-debating about UFOs and aliens despite it being the exact same as all the other times when it had turned out just to be a meteor.

The comments on that one were fun.

So many people utterly convinced that their point of view was correct, saying they wanted an honest conversation, and then not even trying to debate. Just flinging veiled, or not so veiled, personal attacks.

Anonymity always brought out the acid in people.

It wasn't that Ryker thought both points of view were equally valid. It was just that once you'd crossed into craycray land, there was nothing to bring you back.

You cannot reason someone out of a position they hadn't reasoned themselves into.

After the fun turned grim as he realised just how many people were buying into the story, passionately trying with bad math and worse astrophysics to prove it was alien, he moved away to look at pictures of cute kittens.

One of them, which had white ears, but black fur and super-intense golden eyes, got downloaded into Ryker's kitty folder. He wished it was socially acceptable for him to squee publicly over cute things.

"Stupid freaking bitches!" Lily jumped over the back of the couch and crammed half a bun into her mouth, speaking around it, "Why do I got to do everything?"

Not even a word about him setting things up for her. He'd give her another pass. Sounded like her mysterious work was keeping her busy, and that mirror app was still creeping him out.

He put his laptop aside, "Anything I can do to help?"

Lily looked sideways at him as if picturing something and snorted in amusement. "No."

"Okay. So shall I leave you to eat half our rent, then?" He went to stand up.

Lily winced, "I was hoping... You'd help me? And I'm going to pay you back! Tomorrow."

Ryker sat down, leaning over and giving her a brief hug, "I do love you, even if you drive me up the wall."

"So... Do you really see me as useless?" She whispered timidly.

He must have really hurt her when he'd said that.

"Blame it on the exhaustion. I've passed out twice today." Ryker tried to worm his way out of admitting to anything.

Lily glared at him, and then flicked on the TV. Miraculously, or painfully, her drama was still playing. Not that the scene playing seemed that different to the one that Ryker had interrupted earlier.

"Eat." Lily insisted.

He picked an eclair, ignoring main meal and took a bite of it. Keeping silent both because her show was on, and because he wanted to avoid another screaming match with her.

"You like Ginger, then?" Lily asked sullenly.

Ryker swallowed, "Uhm... Kinda? She's cute. Haven't talked to her much. Sorry if that came out awkwardly before. You were asking me why I hadn't dated. Got me thinking who might be available."

"That was not the point." Lily said in frustration, "I was just trying to see if... Forget it. Just forget it."

He blinked in confusion, feeling suddenly woozy, "What... What were we talking about?"

Lily looked at him, and then went white, "Oops."

---

Lily's white boots clicked together as she leaned back on the side of a hilltop. Her cape carrying out behind her as a gentle breeze passed over the two of them.

"I'd tell you, if I could. So many things." Lily whispered, "The night terrors. Why you have them, and how I help you through them, help you forget them. But you're beginning to remember our little talks."

Ryker lay unmoving in the grass, "If this is a dream, why do I feel so exhausted?"

"Dreaming, not sleeping, silly." Lily laughed, before rolling onto her side and grinning at him. "This is the last dream we can share. So if you've got any requests, go ahead. Nothing held back."

"Last time?"

"You're beginning to remember. I'm not really that comfortable with you realising that I've been getting you off to help you feel less depressed." She shrugged. "It's the easiest way, magic can be a bitch, but it's also a slut. Sex stuff is powerful."

Ryker laughed softly, "Why do I dream of you as a witch? Just because you got a little pentagram? Not like you hang around Wiccans or whatever. No naked dances under the new moon."

"I... Wouldn't go that far." Lily flushed bright red, "I lock the door if I'm going to do a dance. And I am a witch. The White Witch, actually. It's a huge deal in the magical community."

He laughed at how serious she sounded, "Really? So the White Witch dances to make her brother cum? To save the world? God, I'm really fucked in the head, aren't I?"

"No, I... Damn it!" She sat up and hit him with her hat, "Here I am, trying to give you everything you ever wanted. I know, I act like an entitled bitch to you. It's just... Hard to pretend that I haven't done crazy amounts of shit, just for you."

Ryker sighed, and shrugged, "Even my dream gets pissed off with me. Why did you even move in with me, Lily? All we ever do is fight, and I hate it. Hate how easy it is for us to get under each other's skin."

She fiddled with the pink bow on her hat, "Um... When I said anything? Not that. You'd remember. It's just... I wanted to protect you. That's it, really. That's everything. Even becoming the White Witch... I did it all, for you."

"For me?" Ryker asked in confusion.

Lily put down her hat slowly, and then she swung herself into his lap. He was immediately and intensely aware of her thighs against his. He could feel her hips pushing into him.

She leaned down, grabbing his head with both her hands, and her soft lips pushed into his.

Before Ryker even understood what was happening, he felt her shoving her tongue into his mouth, which certainly wasn't gentle, and seemed extremely aggressive.

What the hell? It was a dream, and just a kiss.

The best kiss he'd ever had, the most intense. He kissed her back, forgetting for a moment that she was his sister. Letting this fantasy play out however it felt.

Lily ground her hips into him as she kissed him, causing him to harden and push up against her through his pants. This only seemed to encourage her, making her try and pull closer to him.

Kiss him harder, buck her hips against him.

His sister began to moan into his mouth, as she pulled at him. Pressing her chest into him, acting for all the world like they were having sex, if not for the clothes.

She broke off the kiss, leaning back and smiling at him, "I want it, if you do. I'd let you, Ryker. I'd let you fuck me. All you have to do is ask. Even if you don't love me, not the way I love you, I don't care. I just want... You."

"Huh?" He felt even more confused.

Lily smiled weakly, "Is it really that shocking? I begged to live with you. Actually begged. I've never really had a boyfriend. I'm a virgin. I... I kept it for you."

His mind was taking this way too far. He didn't care how horny he was, he wasn't about to fuck his little sister, steal her first time. She deserved better than him.

She deserved someone better than some horny asshole who dreamed about someone he should never even touch.

"It's not your dream!" Lily yelled in frustration, "It's... It's mine. This is my dream, you're not in control here. I love you. I've always loved you. I... Why can't you see that? Why do you have to see family as a problem? What's so fucking wrong about wanting to be your everything? Be closer than your sister."

Ryker frowned, "I'm not sure I'd go to love as an excuse to fuck you, even in my dreams. I... I've never seen you that way, before. You want to be my girlfriend, Lils?"

"Girlfriend. Wife. Soulmate." She said, bursting into tears, "I want... Everything. I know I'm always taking from you, but I want more. I want to take it all. Just for me."

He stared at for a moment before reaching for her face, but as he did, she seemed to dissolve into snow, blowing away on the wind.

Ryker tried to stand up, but the ground lurched beneath him, changing angle as he did, until he suddenly found himself falling and tumbling towards the sky.

He span as he fell, his senses shocked by the cold and wet as he fell through the clouds, still falling upwards and still falling faster and faster until -

---

Ryker sat up, throwing his arms above his head.

He dropped them, feeling like an idiot. He was soaked, as if he'd been sweating. Maybe he actually had a nightmare. Whatever the hell that dream had been.

He collapsed backwards onto the bed, and then realised he was in his bed.

He... He hadn't been. He'd been talking to Lily on the couch, and then felt off... Had he feinted on her?

Ryker dragged himself out of the bed, despite feeling exhausted. He needed to at least talk to her. Even if his dreams were disturbingly sexual about her, and she was probably angry at him, he needed to try and thank her.

Then go back to bed and sleep for a week.

Ryker heard a click as he reached for the door handle, staring at the lock for a moment before trying to release it. It refused to budge. He was locked in.

"Da fuck?" He said, and pulled a card out of his wallet. It took him a few tries, but no boring house lock really stood a chance against anyone determined.

Ryker placed a shoe by the door to keep it open, in case he got locked out, and walked back to the loungeroom.

Lily was gone, as was every trace of her massive feast. Turning and heading for her bedroom, he also noted that she'd washed his dishes, too. Which made him feel a little guilty.

He knocked on her door, "Lils?"

The door sprang open, revealing a woman he didn't know, with brunette hair and bright green eyes. She was also wearing nothing at all. Not a thread.

She looked him up and down with wide and curious eyes, "What is it called?"

"Oops." Ryker said and spun around, "Didn't realise Lily had company. I'll just be going."

"Fan!" He heard his sister yell loudly, "Oh, for fuck's sake! Ryker! I'm not gay! Stop!"

He paused, but didn't turn around, "I... Uh... Don't mind if you are. You know that, right?"

"I like guys. One, in particular." Lily snapped, jumping in front of him, "I didn't mean to introduce you like this, but I guess I've got no choice. This is Fan. She's a moron. Put some fucking clothes on!"

Lily, for her part, didn't seem to be wearing much. She was wearing just a t-shirt, which was too big for her... Because it was one of Ryker's. He'd wondered what had happened to it.

She smiled at him weakly, "Fan's just visiting. Just for tonight, I'm hoping. You don't mind, do you? Didn't think I could talk about rent stuff after you fell asleep."

"I... I'm not sure what happened." He said hesitantly, finding it difficult to look at her in the cute top after his recent dreams. Imagining making out with her, as she rocked her hips.

"Not... Much." Lily said hesitantly, narrowing her eyes as if she could tell he was stripping her down with his eyes. Feeling like he really did want to fuck her, just like her dream version had said he only had to ask for.

"Who is she? And why is she naked?" He asked cautiously, whispering.

Lily fluffed her hair, "Uh... Hard questions. But the answer is the same for both. She's... A foreigner. Usually someone else would find her a hotel to stay at, but she trashed the electronics in the room to try and figure out how they worked."

"Never seen a TV before? Where's she from, a place without electricity?" Ryker asked in confusion, "And... I guess she's connected to your work?"

"Yeah." Lily relaxed, "Work. But, basically, it isn't safe to leave her unsupervised, right now. Everything is too new. But, you really should be sleeping. You're exhausted."

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. Doesn't seem so important, now." Ryker smiled at her.

Lily bit the corner of her mouth, "I might have deserved it, a little."

"I still love you." He hugged her, "You're still my little sister, no matter how stupid and angry I act."

"You have good reason to act stupid and angry. I'm the one who should be saying sorry." She hugged him back, as he became aware that she wasn't wearing a bra under her top, and despite having already cum twice today, he felt himself awkwardly beginning to stir.

Ryker tried to let go of her, and end the hug, but Lily continued holding onto him. She pulled him tighter against her, resting her chin on his shoulder, "If Fan wasn't here..."

"Lils?"

She sighed and reluctantly let go of him, before suddenly giving a cheeky grin and looking down, "You sure you don't need a girl to polish that, for you?"

"Lily!"

She giggled and ran passed him, shutting the door and clicking the lock shut.

He shook his head and went back to his bedroom.

---

Ryker didn't remember any of his dreams that night. He just woke up, feeling actually refreshed, and headed first to the shower.

With the warm water running over him, he found his thoughts turning back to the strangeness of the day before. His betrayal of his little sister, as he'd imagined crossing a line few ever considered.

He could remember the strangeness of the experience... And he could remember the lust from kissing her.

Remember her telling him that all he had to do was ask, and she'd let him fuck her tight little pussy. Take her virginity, even if it was just sex for him.

Virginity the dream had claimed she'd kept just for him.

A fist bagged on loudly onto the bathroom door, "Hurry up!"

Ryker rolled his eyes at Lily, and decided to take his time about showering. He wasn't about to jack off, thinking about her, after she'd interrupted him... But he might have been going to, before.

---

He was just finishing off his breakfast when Lily came into the kitchen. She was wearing a towel around her chest, and another around her hair.

Not something she'd ever done around him, before.

He coughed nervously, "Feeling a bit more confident than usual, are we? How's your... Work friend?"

"Hmm?" Lily turned towards him, "Oh, Fan? Yeah, she's gone. Hopefully. So, you heading in to work, soon?"

"What's with the towel?"

Lily grinned at him, "Well, I thought you might have palpitations if I walked around without one."

"Probably." He rolled his eyes and went back to eating, or at least the last couple bites before he'd cleaned his plate.

Ryker moved to his feet, and began washing his dishes, "You working, today?"

"After the shit they pulled yesterday?" She scoffed, "I don't get paid nearly enough overtime for that. Speaking of..."

"Paying me back?" He raised an eyebrow.

Lily bit her lip, which was far too cute a look to be pulling when wearing nothing except a towel. She walked over to him and hugged him tightly, "You don't hate me for doing that, do you? I just... Didn't think it through."

"I don't hate my sister." He replied, hugging her back, "Even if she does drive me crazy, half the time."

"S'rry." She mumbled.

Ryker pulled back, "Who are you, and what did you do with my sister?"

Lily looked up at him in awe, before the towel around her hair fell to the ground. Revealing a weird little antenna sticking up through her hair, like she was an angler fish or something.

"Fan!" A voice screeched in fright, and Ryker looked up in confusion to watch his sister coming sprinting down the hall, wearing nothing but a t-shirt with a unikitty on it.

The sister in the t-shirt froze up, whilst the sister with the antenna giggled.

He looked from one to the other, "The fuck?"

"Back away from her, Ryker." The one in the t-shirt growled, "Slowly."

The one with the antenna grabbed him tightly, "I don't understand. I'm scared, Ryker. Why is there another me?"

The one in the t-shirt glared, and then cracked her fingers, "I warned you, Fan. You had to follow the rules. Trying to fuck my brother breaks nearly a dozen of them."

Ryker tried to peel away from the one in the antenna, "Would someone please explain what the actual fuck is going on, here? Pretty sure my sister doesn't have a twin!"

"Oh... Shit." The one in the t-shirt grumbled, "Cliffnotes. That's Fan, not me. She's... In a lot of trouble. But she could hurt you, so... Step. Away."

It sounded like his sister.

It looked more like his sister.

Ryker hadn't heard his sister ever sound that serious before. She might pick arguments, but she didn't sound downright... Dangerous.

"Of course I sound dangerous!" The Lily in the t-shirt said in exasperation, "You're hugging a shapeshifting alien intent on fucking you, using my face!"

"Why doesn't this feel like a dream?" Ryker winced, begging the sky silently to make him pass out.

T-shirt Lily frowned, "Well... I could make you pass out... But you'd still remember this. Sorry, my bad. I've been burning your memories so often recently that you've kind of... Developed an immunity."

"What?"

"Ryker!" She exclaimed in exasperation, "Discuss it after I've dealt with Fan!"

The antenna-Lily let out a frightened noise and hugged him tighter, "Don't let her hurt me! She's going to kill me!"

He was incredibly confused.

None of this felt like a dream, but it really should. There were two Lily's. One of which seemed to have been reading his thoughts, and claimed to have been messing with his mind. The other was acting weirdly affectionate, and felt like a trap.

Antenna-Lily clenched her fists on his shirt, "Pleeease, big brother? Save me?"

"Get the fuck away from him!" T-shirt Lily exploded, and Ryker felt himself thrown backwards into the counter-top, cracking his back.

The antenna girl floated in the air above him, idly turning and looking extremely embarrassed. She popped her cheeks, and he saw her skin flash for a moment before she looked like the girl he'd met last night. "Oops. I think I pissed her off."

Ryker turned to look at his sister.

Her eyes were dead white, and she had one trembling hand extended. She was breathing heavily, shaking with anger, but her black hair was no longer black. More a gradient from white at the roots, down to a hint of red at the tips.

Lily moved her hand, moving the floating girl, and dropped her on the couch. As she did, her appearance reverted back to normal.

She took a deep breath, then winced and looked over at Ryker slowly.

At the way he was staring at her.

"Don't freak out!" Lily threw up both her hands.

He nodded slowly, "Um... Um... Why the fuck not?"

"I wanted to tell you. I did tell you even, but tried to make you forget it..." Lily sank down onto the ground, staring at her knees. "Estelle will be by, soon. To pick up the changeling. Then... Then we can talk. If you want."

Ryker nodded slowly, "You have superpowers?"

"No, silly." She said with a tiny amused smile, "I'm a witch. The White Witch."

"A... Big deal, in magical circles..." He repeated, trying to process what his senses had already told him. What the pain in his back was currently telling him. This... Was actually happening.

Lily glared over at Fan, "It's not supposed to be happening! You were totally, one hundred percent, completely off limits! Was I in any way unclear about that!?"

"But... You like him. I just wanted to leave you with a gift." Fan leaned over the edge of the couch, "Now, you can tell him! Tell him all the things you do, just for him!"

Ryker pulled himself up slowly rubbing his back, "I... I have no idea what's happening. So... I'm going to work. To forget this and return to sanity."

His wallet and keys shot out of his pants and into Lily's hands. She tucked them under her knees, and without meeting his gaze whispered, "I can't let you do that."

"What?"

"It's a... Thing! A thing!" Lily said angrily.

Fan giggled, "If you know about magic, then magic people can tell. Just a thing that they can do."

"Says the magic shapeshifter...?"

The girl glared, "I'm not magic, moron. I'm just not human, either. Witches weird me out just as much as they do you."

Ryker frowned, "I doubt that's true... So you're an alien? Wait. Was that meteor thing yesterday seriously a real UFO?"