Olivia fumed silently as she watched her father, James, with his new bride, Jane. Her father had been listless the last few years since her mother had died, allowing Olivia to live the life she wanted. Winter in St. Moritz. Vacations to Bora Bora whenever she felt the need for a beach. Clubbing on Ibiza and St. Barts.
Jane was threatening all of that. Jane, thought Olivia, was a bloody American who was a good Christian woman, who believed in hard work, in children who earned their own way in the world. Olivia was not about to do that. How she had ever met her father was still a mystery to her.
Worst of all, Jane had brought her own daughter from a prior marriage to the family. Laura was such a bore. No fashion sense, and so, utterly plain that it made Olivia feel as though she was becoming uglier just for being around the girl. Always reading on her kindle. Asking Olivia if she had any suggestions for going to grad school, even though she had only recently been accepted for her undergrad degree. Like why would I help her, thought Olivia, I got in on Daddy's name and stayed in because they knew his donations would end if I didn't get my MBA. The thought of her father sending this ... yank... made her stomach want to turn.
She had talked with her friend, Tabitha. Tabitha had been her special friend ever since her day partying at university. Tabitha had been mousey little red head who had been forced upon her as a flatmate by the college. When she discovered that the little ginger haired geek could actually perform spells, Olivia had made it her business to make sure that Tabitha was her girl. By the end of the year, Tabitha was her devoted slave. In the seven years since, Tabitha may have gotten her own job, her own apartment, and her own life, but whenever a text came from Olivia, she dropped everything for her Mistress Olivia.
Olivia wanted the problem taken care of without any traces of her fingerprints on it, so she instructed Tabitha to use a spell to deal with the problem. It wasn't the first Tabitha had tried magic to help her out. In fact it had become something of a habit. When her boyfriend, Ioan, dumped her for some Brazilian wannabe model towards the end of summer, she and Tabitha had cast a spell that made it hard for him to get... well... hard. She still giggled at the memory of that.
Tabitha had tried a spell, one which was supposed to make her father see all the flaws in Jane. But it had backfired. In fact, if anything, he idolized her to Olivia even more when she dropped in expecting to see discord at the family townhouse in London. Later that afternoon, when she dropped by Tabitha's flat, she was furious. After taking out her frustrations on Tabitha's ass with the crop she kept there, she sat down and worked through with Tabitha why the spell failed.
Sitting uncomfortably on her whipped ass, Tabitha explained that the only thing that could have prevented the spell from working was that her father really did love Jane. Olivia growled, "So you mean everything we would normally do to break them up, that would backfire and make them more in love like today?" Tabitha nodded.
"What about setting someone else up to tempt Daddy?" asked Olivia.
"What do you mean?" asked Tabitha, looking up at her.
"I mean, dear old Daddy was a regular old horn dog," said Olivia with contempt. "He cheated on mummy so often that mummy started leaving out a robe and heels for Daddy's bimbos in the guest house."
"Your dad had a type?"
"Oh my god does he have a type," laughed Olivia. "Blonde and boobsie. The more vapid and chav like the better."
"We could get someone, change them to look like your dad's preference,... but if he really does love Jane, he might not stray."
Olivia laughed. "Oh he will. An old leopard doesn't change his spots. And then love won't protect my stepbitch" She thought for a moment. "It will have to be someone who is around him all the time. Someone who, even if he isn't immediately ready to go to, will be too much of a temptation for dear old Daddy to resist for long."
"Who?" asked Tabitha.
"Laura," she said with relish, "of course."
Concocting the spell after that was relatively easy. The ingredients to make a bimbo with Daddy issues was easy enough. It just took balancing some things like blood of a bimbo - easy to get since Olivia knew so many party girls that getting a few drops was child's play, although it did mean having to go to a club favored by the chav crowd which she did not enjoy. The hard part was getting something of Laura's. In the end, she took some of Laura's hair from her brush the next time she visited Daddy and Jane. Rose essential oil and yerba santa were added to the brew by Tabitha. A day later, she presented Olivia with a small vial. "Get her to drink it, and the effects should start to show within a day."
The next day, Olivia sat through an interminable hour at a coffee shop with Laura. Laura showed up looking usual tragic self, thought Olivia. Her step sister had her hair in a loose, single ponytail that was all but concealed by the dark brown hoodie she wore. A pair of baggy jeans and Doc Martens completed the ensemble. She wondered what the potion would change her into? Right now it seemed like there was no hope for her with those boring brown eyes, pale complexion, and, judging from her what her hoodie was covering, small tits. Olivia listened, and watched as Laura drank her spiked latte, making sure that she drank the whole thing.
Laura felt a little funny that night after dinner. She laid down and fell asleep, her dream plagued with images that scared her. In her dreams she felt like a demon was stretching and changing her.
The next morning she woke up. Laura could not believe the dream she had had last night. She dreamt she was an American nerd with zero fashion sense.She ran her hand over her body, feeling the curve of her DD cup breasts and sighing relief. Looking in the massive mirror, she saw her hair was still the blonde she had paid a fortune to the hairdressers to do, not the mousy brown hair of the girl in her dream. One day, she hoped, they would be able to do something to change the color of her eyes from their brown to the blue she wished she had.
Slipping out of bed, she pulled on a pair of high heeled mules and then started to walk out of the room, pausing only to put on a short robe that barely covered her ass. At breakfast, she could not for the life of her understand the dirty looks her mother was giving her, nor why her mom was speaking with an American accent. It was like her mother had decided to become so boring since she landed that whale and his money.
Laura did, however, get a thrill when she caught her new stepfather noticing her, or rather her tits. She gave him a little wink when she caught him looking down her robe as she leaned forward to reach for her glass.
Over the next few days, she would wake up each morning, feeling as though she looked even better than before. And indeed, if she had known, she had. The potion was still changing her body and mind. She had not picked up an ipad except to look for new outfits to wear, ignoring the spring break reading list that her teachers had assigned. At every opportunity, she complained to her mum about how unfair it was that she was stuck here in this mansion instead of going on holiday with her school mates. Her mother looked at her incredulously, telling her that Laura had been the one to want to stay home and study during spring break. Laura, assumed her mother was lying, again. It was like now that she had gotten her rich husband, she did not want to share any of the fortune with her daughter.
Laura took every opportunity to she could to tease her stepfather. Fortunately, Laura realized he had seemed to have come around to liking her, after all but ignoring her in favor of her mum. He took her shopping, trying to remain proper with her, but loving the little shows she put on with the outfits. She loved the reaction she got when she wore the her little miniskirt on Tuesday. She decided to venture out and see if she could get a similar reaction from anyone else. Laura felt her heart flutter when it seemed like every guy on the High Street was looking her over like they wanted to strip her naked and take her in the middle of the street. When she popped into a pub, and men started asking to buy her drinks the moment she sat down at the bar. On the one hand, it was what she expected, on the other it was thrilling and new. She had been hit on before by men, hadn't she? She thought to herself.
Eventually she said yes to a cute, older man. Not as old as her stepfather, but with just a little grey in his hair. It was a thrill that he tried to hide his wedding ring from her, but she didn't care. Was it her fault that men found her desirable to be around? She wondered.
She went home, but not before thanking the stranger with a quick blowjob in his car. She must have done that before, but it felt like it was her first time. The man did not seem to mind, he leaned back against the wall of the stall in the loo and told her what a good girl she was, and "how fucking hot your mouth is". Thinking about all the things he said to her, mixed with the taste of his cum in her mouth and she suddenly realized that she had slipped a finger under her miniskirt to tease her puss. She almost came on the way back, but resisted the urge. Good girls wait for boys to make them cum, she thought to herself.
On Wednesday, when her mother went off to an art class, Laura decided to see how far she could tease her stepfather. Pulling out all the stops, including borrowing some makeup from her step-sister Olivia, since she couldn't for the life of her find her own kit of makeup, she paraded out to the living room, loving how her father was practically drooling at the sight of her body in the skin tight red dress with high heels. The more he looked, the more she felt her body get into, swaying her hips with each steps, smiling and winking at him. She hoped he liked the show that she was putting on for him. Laura pouted as she thought to herself later on in her room. Her stepfather had clearly been ogling her, but he had not made any moves. And that made it so much harder, she thought as her fingers teased her clit. Laura desperately needed to cum, but thus far had been unwilling to reward herself with an orgasm because it wasn't with her stepfather.
For the life of her, Laura could not express why that was important. But it was. It sooo was, she thought as she fingered her clit to the edge again. Her little hole had to be kept ready for her step-daddy.
