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It had to be Magic Part 1

Date: 10/8/2017, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: drew1207, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

This is part 1 of a 3 part story. Thanks for all the help from my editor. All people are over 18 and this is a work of fiction. It is only real in my mind. It had to be magic. Part 1 – The Discovery It is amazing how things that happen when you are young can have such huge consequences when you get older. The story I have to tell is pretty wild but, as I have heard, it said truth is stranger than fiction. It all started about 6 months ago when my s****r called me up out of the blue. We had not talked in a few months. I could tell by the tone of her voice that she wanted a favor. "Teddy, how is my favorite b*****r doing?" Teddy has always been my pet name for me ever since I was a baby. My first stuffed a****l was a teddy bear and my s****r never let me forget, even at the age of 24. Barb is over a year older than me and never missed a chance to remind me, I also had my own pet name for her, Barb. She used to play with Barbie's all the time. But somehow it never seemed to get under her skin, me calling her Barb, as it did me being called Teddy. "Hey Barb. I can tell from the tone of your voice you want a favor from me." Even without meaning to, I let out a sigh and answered with a little bit of gruffness in my own voice. "Now you know I just love to talk to my favorite b*****r, that's all." Her tone was like honey. "Come off it. I'm your only b*****r and you know it, so what gives?" I was really started to lose my patience. "OK, I was telling my friends about how wonderful a ... magician you are and want you to do a show for me and my friends at a big party. It will be a pretty big crowd. I even asked everyone to pitch in, and we can pay you $500 for a good show. Before you say no, remember when we were k**s and you were learning, who was it that always was your assistant and helped you for days on end?" Her tone had a minor hint of reproach in it. Shit, I hate it when she plays the guilt card on me. It was true; she was always there for me. From the time I was 16 and really took my magic serious, she helped me in every way. If I learned a new trick and needed an audience or an assistant, she was always there. She was very understanding and really took an interest in my hobby. I knew there wasn't any way I could tell her no, but I wasn't going to make it easy for her. "s*s, you know I would be glad to help you, but it would take a month for me to practice up and get everything together for a really good show." I added just a bit of regret in my own voice. "Besides you know for the past 5 years, I have really only been working on my escape tricks more than simple magic tricks. The set up time is a lot longer than just a few coins," I told her really trying to get her to understand that this would take a while to work up and I was not just trying to get out of it "Not a problem Teddy. The Party is not for three months and you will have lots of time to work all the details out. You have no idea how much I appreciate this and will do everything I can to ...