”, those were my word before I fell unconscious.When I regained consciousness , I found myself in the master bedroom. My father ,sister and mother w...re all present in the room. The pain was gone but there was still stiffness around my back.“You should be careful running around the house son. It’s good that it was a just minor sprain”, my dad said as he sat next to me.“Doctors have said that you should not move your torso about your waist for almost a month.”, my mom said with a careful smile on. I trusted thewrong person.But I'm getting ahead of myself.My name is Sabrina, and I'm a witch.Nope, don't have a broomstick. Although I guess I could, if I reallywanted to make one.Witches are actually a subset of the race known as the Magi. There arethree main subsets - Witches, Warlocks, and Wizards.Before you ask, no, not all witches are girls, and not all Warlocks orWizards are guys. It's about what you focus on, not about your gender.See, Witches focus mostly on living things - plants. Instead, I saw that she'd slipped forward on the couch until the material of her short dress had gathered around her waist. As I watched, she moved her hand to the waistband of her pantyhose and slid her fingers underneath that delicate gauze, crawling down to push her panties aside and find the slippery folds of her sex.I almost squealed in delight."You can too," she grinned back at me. "I'd like to watch you..."I shook my head, feeling suddenly self-conscious, even though my face was buried. Resting my perky breasts onto the iron and slate border that ringed the skylight, I could feel the coldness as it traversed down my body via my sweat secretions, down across my flat belly and down between my labia, cooling my clitoris, but not my passion.Standing in my castle in the rooftops of slate and stone, the contrast of a naked teenage Swedish girl, blond and fair skinned, against the grey and dirt of this metropopis of the North of England, had an erotic effect in my mind. I wanted to.