THE KEEPER
Part two
By Quadhouse


        A few seconds of this was enough to make me squirm. "What," I finally said.

        "You're not going to argue?"

        "No."

        "Why not," she asked as she narrowed her eyes.

        I swallowed as I looked up at her. It was only then that I realized that I was still sitting. I stood up. Now I had the height advantage. "Because," I said, "I was planning on letting the crazy woman talk until I could get to a telephone and call the police."

        She nodded. "Well, you're honest." She started pacing. "What else can I do to convince you?"

        "I don't know. But could you explain to me why I was chosen."
        "Sure," she said. "But, don't you want something to drink before I start?"

        "Like what?"

        "A soda or some juice," she said. "There's some ice cold apple juice in the kitchen."

        "Apple juice would be perfect."

        "Put your hand out," she said.

        I raised my hand, palm up. Suddenly a glass of apple juice was there. Startled, I jumped and almost spilled the juice. Or, at least, I would have. Midge was standing beside me, holding my hand keeping me from spilling the juice.

        "Now, don't you spill it," she said with a smile. "The floor was just cleaned."

        I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. I wasn't going to pass out again. Not until I know what's going on.

        After a few moments, I opened my eyes and looked down at Midge. "Would you like to begin now," I said. "Starting with what happened to Aunt Rose's furniture."

        "Her furniture," she said with a smile, "doesn't even exist. The house created it for her. It does things like that. That's why her furniture has disappeared and yours has replaced it."

        "You mean the rest of the house is like this?"

        "No," she said with a smile. "The rest of the house has furniture that most people would consider normal. It's like you. What you allow people to see isn't the real you. Just what most people would expect."

        "And this is how the main room in my apartment was furnished," I finished for her. She nodded. "Now let's get back to the sorcerer you said I'm related to and how he got this house."

        "The sorcerer was your Great-Great-Great Grandfather Jedidiah. He knew he was a sorcerer but he kept it secret. Even from his own family," she paused.

        I nodded and said, "I know why he kept it secret. In those times he would have been ran out of town at the very least. Killed if he wasn't fast enough."

        She smiled. "True. He did a very good job of protecting himself and the land once he received it from the Indians who lived here at the time. He then had this house built and started a family. He was the first Keeper. Over time he created spells to protect the house and to aid him in his studies. That's how he started me. Although he didn't know it.

        "Eventually he became tired and started looking for a replacement. The only one he could find was his granddaughter Rose. She was the only member of his family that showed any signs of magic. So he trained her in magic. She was a witch but she learned quickly and well.

        "After five years, she took over from him and he left. To die I think. She did a good job of protecting the house and land. But she was lazy, and created a lot of spells to do most of the work around the house. She unwittingly modified me and the house. Making us both self-aware. But she gave me free will. Sort of."

        After a few seconds of silence I realized that she had stopped talking. "It's a little hard to swallow," I said. "But I have to believe you. Now, you have to tell me one thing."

        "And what's that?"

        "Why choose me to be the next Keeper?"

        She blinked. "Because you have the potential to become a sorcerer."

        "That's the second time you said sorcerer," I said. "You called my triple great grandfather a sorcerer and Great Aunt Rose a witch. Is there a difference and how many different types of magic users are there?"

        She smiled. "There are three classes of magic users," she said. "Witches are the first class. They get the power from the earth and the heavens. Wizards are the next class. Their power comes from the elements. And before you ask, there are more than four elements out there. All right?"

        I nodded. This was more than I wanted to know, but it might come in handy.

        After a few seconds she continued. "Now the last are the sorcerers. They get their power from that which behind all. That is what you are. As for the difference. There is none. Each class can do anything that the other two can. It's just their power source that differs."

        "What makes you think that I am a sorcerer?"

        "The ease which you create programs with," she said. "A magic user usually has some natural skill or ability that most people have to work hard to develop. That is why I know that you are a sorcerer."

        "Then why aren't there more magic users in the world," I asked with a smug smile.
        "Because they haven't been taught yet," she said and my smile faded. "And it's up to me to teach you."

        "But why me?"

        "Because some one needs to keep the house," she said.

        "Then why don't you find somebody who wants to?!"

        "You are the one who was chosen," Midge said through clenched teeth. "And I don't think I can trust anybody who wants this job. Those who already know how to use magic have outside ties. Those ties would interfere with their job as the Keeper.

        "The ones I would have to teach might abuse the job. They might let the power go to their heads and Heaven knows what would result from that. The power here is not to be toyed with. It is too important for that."

        "Wait a minute," I said. "If all you have to do is keep the house, then why don't you hire some normal person to take care of the house?"

        "Because of the magic," she said. "Whoever Keeps the house has to be able to use magic."

        "Why," I shouted.

        "Because of all the witches, wizards, and sorcerers who want this magic," she shouted back. "This house stands on one of the seven major sources of magic in the world. The largest of them to tell the truth.. It is also the largest one able to be controlled by anything less that a god. There are only two larger. The north and south poles."

        I stared at her. This was getting to big for me. The only thing I wanted now was to get out. The longer I stared at her the more frightened I became. I went to take a drink. The glass was empty. When did that happen.

        I started to pace.

        "Look now," I began. "I don't want this job. You know that. But you and the house want me to take this job. You also say that this job is important. Just why is it? And don't tell me about the power. You've already said that."

        When she didn't start talking I turned to face her. She had her head bowed. After a few moments she started to speak softly.

        "Didn't you ever wonder where humans got their dreams from," she asked. "It comes from the magic."
        I blinked.

        "All humans react to the magic in some way. But they all dream. If it wasn't for the magic. Humans would never have left the stone age. Magic causes humans to dream of whatever excites them. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. But it all comes from the magic. That is why this site is so important."

        She raised her head to look at me. Her eyes seemed to swallow me. "Without magic, peoples lives would become meaningless. Would you let that happen?"

        I sighed. She got me. That was the only thing I couldn't argue with. I could try, but my heart wouldn't have been in it. After all, I wouldn't have been where I am today if I hadn't followed my dreams. There appeared to be only one thing to do. Accept it. After all, Aunt Rose did this. And, if Midge could be trusted, she chose me to follow her.

        "Ok," I said. "I'll do it. But only until I find somebody to take my place."

        "That's all I ask."

        "Stop the poor little me routine," I said. "I said I'll do it. So, how do I work magic."

        "It's different for each group with minor variations per person," Midge said. "Rose used poems to cast her magic. Jedidiah used hand gestures. For you, I don't know. The only thing I can suggest is to do what feels right."

        I nodded. That made sense. "Where do I get the magic from?"

        "From the same place you get the ideas for the programs you write," she said. "Not to mention the problems you have to fix."

        I frowned. "Magic can't be that easy."

        "Magic is both easier and harder than you imagine. Close you eyes, and go to the place where your ideas comes from. But sit down first. The first time you touch you intentionally touch your magic can be overwhelming."

        Following her orders I sat in the nearest bean bag chair. And was shocked.

        This was no ordinary bean bag. For one thing, it was filled with some kind of gel. And the cover seemed to be silk. I looked up at Midge with my mouth open.

        She had a smile a mile wide. "Very comfortable isn't it? This house is full of surprises."

        Regaining my self-control I closed my eyes. At first there was nothing. Just darkness. But, slowly, I became aware of a golden light shining from below me. Of course I went to it.
        "What do you see," Midge asked me.

        How did she know? "A golden light," I responded. "I'm trying to get to it's source."

        "That glow is your magic," she said. "It's source is your soul. Now, see if you can open a link. You have been doing this when you are programing. The only difference is that this time you will be doing it on purpose."

        I took a deep breath and opened myself to it.

        After several seconds I breathed out. Nothing had happened. I wasn't expecting much. Just some sign that something had happened. "Nothing changed," I told Midge as I opened my eyes.

        "Do you expect to get every program right the first time you try it," she asked me. "This takes time and many efforts. Keep trying."

        I sighed and closed my eyes again. As soon as I had them closed, the golden glow was back. But this time it was all around me. I also felt a warmth surround me. I can't describe the feeling. It was too wonderful for words. All I could do was sit and enjoy it.

        I must have made some sound, because I heard Midge giggle. "The first time is always the best," she said. "I'm surprised you made contact so fast. It took Rose ten tries before she got it. She told me that Jedidiah took forty-three time. Or so he told her."

        I didn't respond. I started to rock as my dick hardened. It just kept getting better and better. I knew I was going to have an orgasm.

        But Midge was going to let anything interrupt her lessons. She reached down and shook me. "All right. Enough is enough. It is time for you to make your first spell."

        At first, I didn't respond. But she continued to shake me and I had no choice but to answer. "Huh," I said. Then her words made sense. "My first spell. Just how am I going to do that? I just learned how to summon magic."

        "That's what I'm here for," she said. "Usually the previous Keeper is the teacher. But Rose died before you were ready. Not that she didn't try to hang on. She was just tired. She was 149 years old, all her friends were dead, and so was her immediate family. There was nothing to keep her here."

        "Will that happen to me," I asked.

        "Maybe," she said. "I don't know. It depends on what you do to fill your time. As long as you have something that keeps you occupied you will not have to worry about that. Now you have to make your first spell."
        "And just how am I going to do that?"

        "I don't know," she said with a frown. "I don't know how you work magic yet. No one does until you craft you first spell. Until then, your guess is as good as mine. Probably better."

        I stared at her with my mouth open. I was shocked. With all the information she had, she doesn't know how I was going to make my first spell. I shook my head. This wasn't helping me. I needed to figure out some was to get this done. And, now that I thought about it, I was starting to get interested in this. If I could do magic, there was a few fantasies I wanted to live out. But first I had a spell to create.

        "What should I try to do?"

        She shrugged and my eyes dropped to her tits to watch them shake and jiggle. "Just try to make light," she said. "That's the most harmless spell I can think of."

        "And what do I get when I succeed," I asked.

        She grinned. "Me. If you're up to it."

        "You're on," I said with a smile. I already knew how I was going to do this. I had decided that I was going to stick with what I knew. Computer programs.

        If I thought of spells as programs and magic as the computer, I should be able to make any spell I could imagine. I closed my eyes and focused on what I was doing. I felt the magic surround me and slowly, the spell took shape in my mind. Once I was sure I had the spell, I let it out.

        When I opened my eyes to look at Midge, she was staring above my head. Floating there was a small globe of soft yellow light. About the size of my fist. "Well," I said. "Do I pass?"

        "That's remarkable for a first try," she answered. "Now, can you repeat it?"

        I sighed and let the spell collapse. This time I didn't close my eyes. I just smiled and made the light appear beside me. She nodded.

        A slow grin started to cross her face. "Now, since you show such ease in this, we can work on variations."

        My smile faded.

        I don't know how long we worked on me making light. All I know is that I made enough light to put Las Vegas to shame. After an eternity had passed she let me stop. I was glad I was sitting, because I didn't have the strenght to flick a finger.

        "That's enough for tonight," she said. "Tomorrow we'll continue. Now you have to go to bed."

        Bed! That sounded wonderful. But there was no way I could get there. Apparantly Midge realized this for she reached down and picked me up. I must have been really out of it. I could have sworn that there was two people carrying me. Midge on one side and a tall blonde on the other.

        But when I got in the bedroom and Midge started undressing me, I only saw Midge. I also saw something else. There wasn't any pillows. Before I could muster up the energy speak, she pushed me onto the bed.

        When I stopped bouncing Midge was standing in front of me, naked. And there they were. Her tits. Her big beautiful tits. Her glorious growing. . . Growing?!

        Yep. They were growing again.

        Midge giggled as she crawled into bed. "I promised you earlier that you would have me when you made your first spell. But I don't think you can do any good right now. But I don't want you to think I would go back on my word. And since there aren't any pillows here, I decided to be your pillow tonight."

        I pulled my gaze from her bombastic boobs, and looked her in the eye. It wasn't easy. It's not every day you see tits as big as bean bag chairs. I opened my mouth but Midge shushed me.

        "None of that," she said. Then she pushed my head down onto her tits and the world went dark.