The attic was a forgotten place, dusty and dimly lit, with beams of sunlight filtering through the cracks in the roof. It smelled of old wood and memories, a place where time seemed to stand still. Emma brushed her fingers along the spines of ancient books stacked haphazardly on a rickety shelf, her curiosity piqued. Her brother, Liam, stood a few feet away, rummaging through an old trunk filled with trinkets and relics from their grandparents’ past.“Look at this,” Emma said, pulling a leather-bound book from the shelf. The cover was embossed with intricate symbols that seemed to shimmer faintly in the light. She blew off a layer of dust, coughing slightly as it scattered into the air. “It’s… weird. Like, really weird.”Liam turned, his eyes narrowing as he approached. “What is it?” He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers as he took the book. The moment their skin touched, a faint spark seemed to pass between them, making Emma’s breath catch. She ignored it, chalking it up to static electricity.“I don’t know,” she admitted, watching as Liam flipped through the pages. The text was written in a language neither of them could understand, but the illustrations were unmistakable—spells, rituals, and incantations. “Do you think it’s real?”Liam smirked, his usual playful demeanor returning. “Only one way to find out.” He cleared his throat dramatically and began reading aloud, his voice low and theatrical. The words sounded strange, almost melodic, and the air around them seemed to grow warmer.Emma rolled her eyes, laughing. “You’re such a dork. Nothing’s going to—” She stopped mid-sentence as a faint glow emanated from the book. Her eyes widened. “Liam, what did you do?”He looked just as shocked as she was. “I… I don’t know. I just read it.” The glow intensified, and suddenly, Emma felt a strange sensation wash over her—like a warm current flowing through her veins. She stumbled back, her heart racing.“Liam,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Something’s wrong.”He reached for her, his hand gripping her arm. “Emma, are you okay?” His touch sent another jolt through her, but this time, it wasn’t just warmth—it was something deeper, more insistent. She felt her body responding to him in a way that made her cheeks flush.“I… I think so,” she said, though her voice was unsteady. She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his. There was something in his gaze—something she couldn’t quite place—that made her stomach flutter.Liam hesitated, then grinned nervously. “Maybe we should try another one. You know, for science.”Emma laughed despite herself, the tension easing slightly. “You’re impossible.” But she didn’t stop him as he flipped through the book again, his fingers tracing the pages until he found another spell. This one was shorter, the symbols simpler.He read it aloud, his voice steady this time. The moment the last word left his lips, Emma felt it again—the warmth, the pull. But this time, it was different. It was as if her body wasn’t entirely her own anymore. She tried to move, to speak, but she couldn’t. It was like she was frozen in place, waiting for something—or someone—to guide her.“Emma?” Liam’s voice was cautious now, his playful tone gone. “What’s happening?”She opened her mouth to answer, but instead of her own words, she heard herself say, “I’m here, Liam. What do you want me to do?”His eyes widened in shock. “What the hell? Emma, are you messing with me?”“No,” she said, her voice calm and steady, though inside, she was panicking. “I can’t… I can’t control it. It’s like I have to do whatever you say.”Liam stared at her, his mind racing. This couldn’t be real. It had to be some kind of joke. But the look in her eyes—the way she stood there, waiting for his command—told him otherwise. He swallowed hard, his throat dry.“Okay,” he said slowly, testing the waters. “Raise your hand.”Without hesitation, Emma lifted her right hand, her movements smooth and precise. She looked at him with wide eyes, her fear evident. “Liam, please. You have to fix this.”He ran a hand through his hair, his mind spinning. “I don’t even know how this happened. How am I supposed to fix it?”“Keep reading,” she urged, her voice desperate. “There has to be something in the book.”Liam nodded, flipping through the pages frantically. His eyes scanned the text until he found a passage that seemed relevant. He read it aloud, his voice shaking slightly. The words were different this time—more complex—and as he finished, a new sensation washed over Emma. It was like a weight lifting from her chest, but only partially.“Did it work?” she asked, her voice hopeful.Liam shook his head grimly. “Not completely. It says here that the only way to fully undo the spell is…” He trailed off, his face flushing.“Is what?” Emma pressed, though she already had a sinking feeling she knew the answer.He hesitated, then met her gaze. “It says I have to… creampie you.”Emma’s heart stopped. “What? No. That’s… that’s insane.” She shook her head vehemently, though her body remained still under the spell’s influence. “There has to be another way.”“I don’t think there is,” Liam said quietly, his voice heavy with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Emma. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The thought of what he was suggesting made her stomach churn, but she couldn’t stay like this—trapped, unable to control her own actions. She opened her eyes again, meeting his gaze with determination.“Then do it,” she said softly. “Order me to… to do it.”Liam’s eyes widened in shock. “Emma, I can’t—”“You have to,” she interrupted, her voice firm despite the fear in her eyes. “I can’t live like this. Just… just tell me what to do.”He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. This was wrong—so wrong—but he didn’t see any other way. Slowly, he reached out, his hand trembling as he cupped her cheek. Her skin was warm beneath his touch, and he could feel her pulse racing.“Emma,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Take off your shirt.”She hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. The air felt cool against her skin as she stood there in just her bra, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.Liam’s eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and line. He had seen her like this before—they had shared a bathroom growing up, after all—but this was different. This was charged with something he couldn’t quite name.“Your pants,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion.Emma nodded, her fingers fumbling with the button of her jeans before sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of them, standing before him in nothing but her underwear. Her cheeks were flushed, but she held his gaze, waiting for his next command.Liam swallowed hard, his own body responding to the sight of her. He reached out again, his fingers brushing against the strap of her bra. “This too,” he murmured.She hesitated for only a moment before reaching behind her back and unhooking the clasp. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare chest to him. Liam’s breath caught in his throat as he took her in—every inch of her was perfect, and yet this moment felt so wrong.“Liam,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please…”He stepped closer, his hands resting on her hips as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Emma’s body responded instinctively, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. It was wrong—so wrong—but in that moment, neither of them could stop.Their bodies pressed together as they kissed, the heat between them growing with each passing second. Liam’s hands roamed over her back, tracing the curve of her spine as he pulled her closer. Emma’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as she moaned softly against his lips.They broke apart for air, their foreheads resting together as they panted heavily. Liam’s eyes searched hers, filled with a mix of desire and guilt. “Emma,” he whispered hoarsely. “Are you sure about this?”She nodded slowly, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “Just… just do it,” she breathed. “Before I change my mind.”Liam hesitated for a moment longer, his hand hovering over the waistband of his pants. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of guilt and desire warring within him. He glanced at Emma, her eyes wide and pleading, her body trembling slightly as she stood there, exposed and vulnerable. The air between them felt heavy, charged with an intensity neither of them had ever experienced before.“Emma,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Are you absolutely sure about this? Once we start… there’s no going back.”She nodded slowly, her breath hitching as she met his gaze. “I don’t want to be like this anymore,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I can’t live like this, Liam. Please… just do it.” Her words were laced with desperation, but there was also a flicker of trust—trust that he would make this right, even if it meant crossing a line they could never uncross.Liam swallowed hard, his fingers finally gripping the waistband of his pants. He undid the button and zipper with shaky hands, his movements slow and deliberate. As he slid his pants down his legs, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him. This wasn’t just about breaking the spell anymore; it was about the unspoken bond between them, the way their bodies seemed to gravitate toward each other despite the wrongness of it all.He stepped closer to her, his bare skin brushing against hers as he cupped her face in his hands. Her breath hitched, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Emma,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry it came to this. I never wanted to hurt you.”She opened her eyes, tears glistening in the corners as she looked up at him. “I know,” she said softly. “But we have to fix this. Just… don’t make me regret it, okay?”Liam nodded, his heart aching at the vulnerability in her voice. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss. It was different from their earlier kisses—softer, more intimate, as if they were both trying to convey something they couldn’t put into words. Emma’s hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she kissed him back with equal fervor.When they finally broke apart, Liam’s hands drifted lower, tracing the curve of her hips before settling on the waistband of her underwear. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt. When he found none, he gently slid the fabric down her legs, leaving her completely bare before him. The sight of her took his breath away, and for a moment, he forgot about the spell, the guilt, the wrongness of it all. All he could think about was her—her warmth, her softness, the way she looked at him with such trust and need.“Emma,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I’ll make this quick. I promise.”She nodded, her eyes closing as she braced herself for what was to come. Liam took a deep breath, steeling himself as he positioned himself between her legs. The moment their bodies connected, a shiver ran through both of them, the intensity of the act overwhelming in its intimacy. And as he moved, driven by the need to break the spell, he couldn’t help but wonder if this moment would change everything between them—forever.

In the dusty attic, Emma and Liam discover an ancient, enchanted book filled with spells. Liam reads a spell aloud, causing Emma to be controlled by his commands. To break the spell, Liam must order Emma to perform a sexual act, leading to a heated and emotionally charged encounter between the siblings.

The attic was a forgotten place, dusty and dimly lit, with beams of sunlight filtering through the cracks in the roof. It smelled of old wood and memories, a place where time seemed to stand still. Emma brushed her fingers along the spines of ancient books stacked haphazardly on a rickety shelf, her curiosity piqued. Her brother, Liam, stood a few feet away, rummaging through an old trunk filled with trinkets and relics from their grandparents’ past.

“Look at this,” Emma said, pulling a leather-bound book from the shelf. The cover was embossed with intricate symbols that seemed to shimmer faintly in the light. She blew off a layer of dust, coughing slightly as it scattered into the air. “It’s… weird. Like, really weird.”

Liam turned, his eyes narrowing as he approached. “What is it?” He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers as he took the book. The moment their skin touched, a faint spark seemed to pass between them, making Emma’s breath catch. She ignored it, chalking it up to static electricity.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, watching as Liam flipped through the pages. The text was written in a language neither of them could understand, but the illustrations were unmistakable—spells, rituals, and incantations. “Do you think it’s real?”

Liam smirked, his usual playful demeanor returning. “Only one way to find out.” He cleared his throat dramatically and began reading aloud, his voice low and theatrical. The words sounded strange, almost melodic, and the air around them seemed to grow warmer.

Emma rolled her eyes, laughing. “You’re such a dork. Nothing’s going to—” She stopped mid-sentence as a faint glow emanated from the book. Her eyes widened. “Liam, what did you do?”

He looked just as shocked as she was. “I… I don’t know. I just read it.” The glow intensified, and suddenly, Emma felt a strange sensation wash over her—like a warm current flowing through her veins. She stumbled back, her heart racing.

“Liam,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Something’s wrong.”

He reached for her, his hand gripping her arm. “Emma, are you okay?” His touch sent another jolt through her, but this time, it wasn’t just warmth—it was something deeper, more insistent. She felt her body responding to him in a way that made her cheeks flush.

“I… I think so,” she said, though her voice was unsteady. She looked up at him, her eyes locking with his. There was something in his gaze—something she couldn’t quite place—that made her stomach flutter.

Liam hesitated, then grinned nervously. “Maybe we should try another one. You know, for science.”

Emma laughed despite herself, the tension easing slightly. “You’re impossible.” But she didn’t stop him as he flipped through the book again, his fingers tracing the pages until he found another spell. This one was shorter, the symbols simpler.

He read it aloud, his voice steady this time. The moment the last word left his lips, Emma felt it again—the warmth, the pull. But this time, it was different. It was as if her body wasn’t entirely her own anymore. She tried to move, to speak, but she couldn’t. It was like she was frozen in place, waiting for something—or someone—to guide her.

“Emma?” Liam’s voice was cautious now, his playful tone gone. “What’s happening?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but instead of her own words, she heard herself say, “I’m here, Liam. What do you want me to do?”

His eyes widened in shock. “What the hell? Emma, are you messing with me?”

“No,” she said, her voice calm and steady, though inside, she was panicking. “I can’t… I can’t control it. It’s like I have to do whatever you say.”

Liam stared at her, his mind racing. This couldn’t be real. It had to be some kind of joke. But the look in her eyes—the way she stood there, waiting for his command—told him otherwise. He swallowed hard, his throat dry.

“Okay,” he said slowly, testing the waters. “Raise your hand.”

Without hesitation, Emma lifted her right hand, her movements smooth and precise. She looked at him with wide eyes, her fear evident. “Liam, please. You have to fix this.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his mind spinning. “I don’t even know how this happened. How am I supposed to fix it?”

“Keep reading,” she urged, her voice desperate. “There has to be something in the book.”

Liam nodded, flipping through the pages frantically. His eyes scanned the text until he found a passage that seemed relevant. He read it aloud, his voice shaking slightly. The words were different this time—more complex—and as he finished, a new sensation washed over Emma. It was like a weight lifting from her chest, but only partially.

“Did it work?” she asked, her voice hopeful.

Liam shook his head grimly. “Not completely. It says here that the only way to fully undo the spell is…” He trailed off, his face flushing.

“Is what?” Emma pressed, though she already had a sinking feeling she knew the answer.

He hesitated, then met her gaze. “It says I have to… creampie you.”

Emma’s heart stopped. “What? No. That’s… that’s insane.” She shook her head vehemently, though her body remained still under the spell’s influence. “There has to be another way.”

“I don’t think there is,” Liam said quietly, his voice heavy with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Emma. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The thought of what he was suggesting made her stomach churn, but she couldn’t stay like this—trapped, unable to control her own actions. She opened her eyes again, meeting his gaze with determination.

“Then do it,” she said softly. “Order me to… to do it.”

Liam’s eyes widened in shock. “Emma, I can’t—”

“You have to,” she interrupted, her voice firm despite the fear in her eyes. “I can’t live like this. Just… just tell me what to do.”

He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. This was wrong—so wrong—but he didn’t see any other way. Slowly, he reached out, his hand trembling as he cupped her cheek. Her skin was warm beneath his touch, and he could feel her pulse racing.

“Emma,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Take off your shirt.”

She hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, her hands moving to the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head. The air felt cool against her skin as she stood there in just her bra, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

Liam’s eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and line. He had seen her like this before—they had shared a bathroom growing up, after all—but this was different. This was charged with something he couldn’t quite name.

“Your pants,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion.

Emma nodded, her fingers fumbling with the button of her jeans before sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of them, standing before him in nothing but her underwear. Her cheeks were flushed, but she held his gaze, waiting for his next command.

Liam swallowed hard, his own body responding to the sight of her. He reached out again, his fingers brushing against the strap of her bra. “This too,” he murmured.

She hesitated for only a moment before reaching behind her back and unhooking the clasp. The fabric fell away, revealing her bare chest to him. Liam’s breath caught in his throat as he took her in—every inch of her was perfect, and yet this moment felt so wrong.

“Liam,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please…”

He stepped closer, his hands resting on her hips as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Emma’s body responded instinctively, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss. It was wrong—so wrong—but in that moment, neither of them could stop.

Their bodies pressed together as they kissed, the heat between them growing with each passing second. Liam’s hands roamed over her back, tracing the curve of her spine as he pulled her closer. Emma’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as she moaned softly against his lips.

They broke apart for air, their foreheads resting together as they panted heavily. Liam’s eyes searched hers, filled with a mix of desire and guilt. “Emma,” he whispered hoarsely. “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded slowly, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “Just… just do it,” she breathed. “Before I change my mind.”

Liam hesitated for a moment longer, his hand hovering over the waistband of his pants. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of guilt and desire warring within him. He glanced at Emma, her eyes wide and pleading, her body trembling slightly as she stood there, exposed and vulnerable. The air between them felt heavy, charged with an intensity neither of them had ever experienced before.

“Emma,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Are you absolutely sure about this? Once we start… there’s no going back.”

She nodded slowly, her breath hitching as she met his gaze. “I don’t want to be like this anymore,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I can’t live like this, Liam. Please… just do it.” Her words were laced with desperation, but there was also a flicker of trust—trust that he would make this right, even if it meant crossing a line they could never uncross.

Liam swallowed hard, his fingers finally gripping the waistband of his pants. He undid the button and zipper with shaky hands, his movements slow and deliberate. As he slid his pants down his legs, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him. This wasn’t just about breaking the spell anymore; it was about the unspoken bond between them, the way their bodies seemed to gravitate toward each other despite the wrongness of it all.

He stepped closer to her, his bare skin brushing against hers as he cupped her face in his hands. Her breath hitched, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Emma,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry it came to this. I never wanted to hurt you.”

She opened her eyes, tears glistening in the corners as she looked up at him. “I know,” she said softly. “But we have to fix this. Just… don’t make me regret it, okay?”

Liam nodded, his heart aching at the vulnerability in her voice. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss. It was different from their earlier kisses—softer, more intimate, as if they were both trying to convey something they couldn’t put into words. Emma’s hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she kissed him back with equal fervor.

When they finally broke apart, Liam’s hands drifted lower, tracing the curve of her hips before settling on the waistband of her underwear. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt. When he found none, he gently slid the fabric down her legs, leaving her completely bare before him. The sight of her took his breath away, and for a moment, he forgot about the spell, the guilt, the wrongness of it all. All he could think about was her—her warmth, her softness, the way she looked at him with such trust and need.

“Emma,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I’ll make this quick. I promise.”

She nodded, her eyes closing as she braced herself for what was to come. Liam took a deep breath, steeling himself as he positioned himself between her legs. The moment their bodies connected, a shiver ran through both of them, the intensity of the act overwhelming in its intimacy. And as he moved, driven by the need to break the spell, he couldn’t help but wonder if this moment would change everything between them—forever.

A pair of siblings, Emma and Liam, stumble upon a mysterious book of spells in their attic, leading to a series of magical mishaps.

Emma finds herself under Liam's control after he accidentally casts a spell that forces her to obey him unconditionally.

The only way to break the spell is through a intimate act that neither of them had ever imagined.

Emma, desperate to regain control of her own body, must confront her fears and submit to Liam's commands in order to undo the spell.

Forbidden Attic Enchantment

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