A-Cup Angst Ch. 04

"Sounds stupid," complained Sonya. "Super spirit magic Jamie, or whatever you call it, and it can be dispelled by the ring not being the right size."

Jamie hugged Sonya and they all walked to their cars. "Sonya, my dear," he spoke sagely, "I've learned one thing about magic, and that is that it all has to be balanced. The mightier the power one wields, the smaller the effort to lose it is required. Besides," he held up his hand, displaying the ring, "this is perfectly sized for my artistic fingers. Rose! Sandra! Can you see the power in the ring?" The witches shook their heads no. Jamie instructed them to get in the warded BMW with him and he took off his silver and leather dog tags necklace. "What about now?"

Their eyes went wide as they gasped in delight. "It's beautiful," exclaimed Sandra.

"Yeah," Rose agreed, breathless in wonder. "It's like a guardian angel coming out of your ring."

Jamie smirked at the description. "Ok, get out of the car," he ordered them, "we have a trip to continue." He put his necklace back on and looked to the right ring finger where he'd put another gold ring tomorrow. "Shit," he thought to himself, "I'm accumulating bling at such a rate I'm going to look like a white rapper by the middle of next week." He sank back in the seat and giggled tiredly.

Rose and Sandra sat in the back of the Subaru that Sonya resumed driving. Helena drove the BMW, while Jamie sat in the front seat, next to her. They were going to drive all day and then find a bed to sleep in for the night. Jamie watched Helena concentrate on the road and following the Subaru in front of her. They drove in silence and he could see the girls in the back seat of the car in front of them playing road games.

At long last, he cleared his throat. "You know," he faltered, looking for a way to express himself. "When I was screaming back there about, um, drowning your family in rivers of their own blood, I..."

"I get it," she simply said. "You were caught off-guard, and angry and you were just venting steam. I get that. I know you'd never do something like that."

Jamie smiled in relief. "Ok," he nodded. "I'm glad you got that, but I'm still a little embarrassed about the whole thing."

"It's cool," she insisted. "You know the girls and I are cool with anything you say."

It then struck him that he would never be in a truly loving relationship with his girls. They'd never try to get him to improve or become a better man, which, in his mind, true love was all about. Inspiring you to become the best you could be. He shrugged to himself and decided to make peace with it. "You enslave people, you get slaves," he thought to himself. "Anyway," he spoke aloud, "I'm still sorry for upsetting you like that. Talking about offing your family and all that." Helena accepted his apology with a radiant smile.

"Still, when we get back home," Jamie said, "it'll come down to you to fix this mess."

"How so," she asked, business-like.

"Either you get your family to stop persecuting mine, or I'm going to," he said, menacingly. "And I'll give you a hint, I won't be negotiating. I'm a kid whose family got snatched and I'm pissed off. I will not be the one that backs down in this little conflict that's brewing. If push comes to shove, I'll be the one doing the fucking shoving!"

"I understand, Jamie," she softly said. "I'll do my best to make them see reason."

"That's all I want," he said.

For the next three days, they drove all day, taking turns behind the wheel, and spent the night in nondescript motels along the way. Each evening, the three casters would sit together and store another sorcerous spirit in drawings inscribed on the inside of Jamie's rings.

Four of them spoke to Jamie, two from the ring on his left and two from the ring on his right hand, warning him of dangers untold in the house he was staking out. Their return to their home town was unmarked by anyone, as they had hoped. His BMW SUV was parked down the street from the house of Martin and Jessica Johansson, who were recently named the legal guardians of his baby sister. Rose and Sandra were in the Subaru, parked in the alley behind the house. He brought the walkie-talkie to his lips and asked, "Anything?"

Rose's voice came on the machine saying, "Both Sandra and I feel a really bad feeling about this. Can't pinpoint it, just yet, but... let's just say that going in there would be a bad idea." Jamie grunted. He figured as much. "Sonya's coming back! Wait one!"

"Put her on the line," Jamie instructed.

After a few more seconds, Sonya's voice came through, "I don't think she's in there. I went through the whole garbage and there is absolutely nothing to indicate that a middle school girl is living there."

"Fuck," Jamie swore as he punched the steering wheel. "Copy that," he said into the walkie. "Maintain surveillance." He turned to Helena in the passenger seat and asked, "Any more bright ideas?"

She shook her head, sadly, before saying, "We just have to wait, Jamie. I know it's hard for you, but we've got to know what we're dealing with before we do anything." Jamie heaved a great sigh of frustration. Scrying was useless. No matter how hard he and the girls had tried, they just couldn't penetrate through the wards concealing his sister. He had no idea if she was in the house or not. He wanted to bust in and duke it out with whomever, or whatever was in there, but he didn't want to waste what little stuff he had in the bag by storming the wrong place.

They spent hours just sitting and watching the place. Their cars were warded to make them seem mundane and not worth a second look, so they felt comfortable despite being rather blatant in their surveillance. Just after noon had passed, the garage door opened. "Heads up," called Helena. She lifted her binoculars and watched the two cars that drove out into the street. As they drove right past them, she lowered the binoculars and gaped at the two drivers. "That's my aunt Mathilda and my cousin Steve! We should follow them!"

Jamie had already turned over the engine and rolled out to make a u-turn and begin pursuit. "Get the girls to come along with us," he instructed, handing her the walkie-talkie. They followed the two cars through the town, playing leapfrog with them. One car would follow at a distance, while another drove on a parallel street. Then that car would change color and take the first car's place, while it drove out of sight to change color, before resuming its position. It was probably overkill, considering their wards, but Jamie insisted. When they got out of town, the Subaru went ahead of the cars, while the SUV followed from behind. They were en route to the local airport.

They parked a small distance away, where they could see what the two people were doing. They dared not exit their cars, lest they be spotted.

A small jet landed and then taxied to an apron away from the terminals. Helena took a good, long, hard look with the binoculars and named the six relatives of hers that got out of the plane and stowed their luggage into the cars' trunks. Jamie took a look and saw that all eight of her relatives had obscured auras. "Great, eight more hostile witches," he remarked with sarcasm. "How many witches are there in your family, anyway!?"

Helena thought for a moment before replying, "Almost thirty."

"And they all work for Section," he remarked, with fake enthusiasm.

"No," she said, teasingly. "Some of us are still too young to be recruited."

"Hardy, har har," he deadpanned.

They followed the Johansson expedition back into town where they surprised Jamie by driving past the house they drove from and continued onward. Finally, they parked at Helena's house, where they were greeted by her mother, Alice. Another car drove up from the opposite direction and parked in front of the house. Helena identified three more of her kin that exited that vehicle and began unloading supplies and groceries.

"Super," said Jamie. "There's a dozen of 'em." He took a look at his four Jamies. "I'm gonna need more Jamies." The Worth residence filled his heart with the same amount of dread as did the Johansson one. Alice had been changing the place since they left. He took out his smartphone and texted Cyrus. The reply came in less than a minute. "We're going to Cyrus' place, tell the girls," he instructed her as he pulled out to drive past the people hugging each other in front of her house.

"Didn't you say you needed to disappear a few weeks ago," Cyrus jabbed as he gave Jamie a big, welcoming hug.

"Oh, how could I stay away," was Jamie's droll reply.

"Come in, come in," Cyrus called to the five of them, eating up Jamie's girlfriends with his eyes. "Come inside, make yourselves at home. Please." He led them to the living room and offered them refreshments. As he was pouring the drink orders, he said, "Listen, dude, about the money. It'll start to be transferred to your new identity's account in a few days. You'll have all of it by the end of the week. Minus our fee, of course." Jamie nodded in agreement. "However, I've been told by the higher ups that we will not be doing any more business with you, like, ever again, dude. I'm sorry."

"Why," Jamie asked, insulted.

"Allegedly," Cyrus said, "our entire operation came under intense scrutiny, according to my bosses. They said that no matter the cut you give them, or how much cash it is, it is not worth the risk."

Helena tapped Jamie's thigh and they shared a brief look of panic, before Cyrus continued, "I've already checked in on the Vegas bank where you cashed in your winnings, and no one's been there to ask any questions. As far as I can tell, no one has a clue of our operation or the route your money took. So I don't get what my superiors said about risk and scrutiny."

Jamie heaved a sigh. If there had been no people asking around, then there must have been witches scrying around, and Cyrus' bosses must have had witches on their payroll, as well, to be able to detect the attention. "Fuck me," Jamie thought to himself. "Does everyone and their mother have a freaking witch on the payroll?" Government witches, casino witches, independent witches, mob witches, the list was getting ridiculously long. He found himself thinking that any day now, witches would come packaged with TV dinners. You'd open the package, and out would pop a witch to heat it up for you, and maybe conjure up some candles, a checkered tablecloth and a string quartet, for mood.

Cyrus' voice roused him from his rumination, "What can I do for you, lovely ladies?"

"We need some surveillance," Rose was the first to speak up.

Cyrus threw up his hands and cut her off with a resounding, "No! Maybe you haven't been hearing well lately, but I'm under strict instructions to not get involved with Jamie's business anymore." The girls pleaded and all but begged for even the tiniest, little bit of help. They offered money, but Cyrus was adamant. "Jamie, dude, come on! I can't go against my bosses."

Jamie briefly considered using his magic on Cyrus' mind to get him to cooperate, but he quickly decided against it. He may have wound up saddled with three slaves and a perfect lover, but he was definitely not going to violate a friend's mind. He told the girls to cool off and apologized for their behavior. An uncomfortable silence ensued. Jamie asked to use the bathroom and left the room. Helena had seen the look in his eyes. It was one part rage, one part desperation and two parts resignation. She knew him well enough to tell that he was planning to attack her house and let the chips fall where they may. She leaned over to Sonya and whispered, "Follow my lead."

Cyrus was on his recliner and unhappily sipping his drink when Helena stood before him and leaned down. His field of vision was filled with her delectable mounds of boob flesh. "Oh Cyrus, you're a stand up guy, aren't you," she asked, softly. Cyrus was too entranced by her tits to reply. "You are a kind and giving man, aren't you?" Sonya pulled down her own top to expose the upper halves of her breasts and sat on the armrest of his chair. She leaned in to him, pressing her tits against his shoulder. "You wouldn't put girls like us out on the street, would you?" Cyrus adjusted his position on the seat as his cock was beginning to strain against his jeans. "Not when we could be sleeping under your roof."

Cyrus' attention was split evenly between the two beauties and he just grunted in response. Helena's silky, blonde hair spilled down her shoulders to frame her cleavage in a lovely, golden halo. Her lips were curled in a sexy smile as she asked him, suggestively, "You're a big man, aren't you? Very big. You can give so much to a girl, can't you?"

She adjusted her position and two pairs of breasts pressed firmly into his shoulder and pectoral muscle on either side. Their faces, sporting seductive smiles, danced right beside his cheeks. He was so overwhelmed, he felt certain he was asked to share his big cock with the two beauties. Memories of their cries of lust from the porn shoots floated around his brain. His cock was now painfully hard.

"You want us, don't you," Helena asked as her hair tickled his cheek, filling his nostrils with her perfume. Sonya mirrored all of her actions.

Cyrus' throat went dry as he felt the heat of their boobs penetrate through his shirt and make his chest sweat. "Yes," he whispered.

"You want to make us happy," said Helena.

Cyrus felt two pairs of nipples press into his skin and moaned in appreciation. "Yes," he hissed in delight.

"You want to help us," suggested Helena, as she and Sonya started to run their hands over Cyrus' thighs.

"Oh, yes," exclaimed Cyrus.

The girls rubbed themselves against him and Helena plaintively asked, "What do you want us to do?"

Cyrus thought he'd pop off right then and there. His cock was aching for release. As embarrassing as it would be, he wanted to come in his shorts. All he needed was for their hands to rub a bit more north. "Yeah," he croaked. He swallowed and kept staring at Sonya's boobs, squished against him. "Keep going!"

"Are you going to help us," asked Sonya, plaintively.

"What are you going to do," asked Helena, breathlessly.

Their hands were rubbing closer and closer to his cock, and they were not moving away. He groaned and heaved big, deep breaths. Their breaths felt hot against his chin. "I'm going to help you," he said, firmly.

"Tell us," Helena breathed into his ear. Sonya's nose rubbed lightly over his, making his mouth fall open and let out some drool. "Tell us what you're going to do for us."

The girls' hands crept ever so close to his cock and began to rub the tops of his thighs in a furious rhythm. Cyrus couldn't move. All he knew was that there were big tits and stroking hands, and he was supposed to say the magic words and the keys to bliss would be his. His brain shut off and his mouth proceeded on its own, yelling out, "I'm going to help you in any way I can!"

Helena and Sonya stood up and away from him, fixing up their clothes and making themselves look presentable. Jamie rushed back into the room with a glad smile on his face and exclaimed, "Yes! Cyrus, you're the best friend anyone could ever have! You the man! Don't worry, we'll just need a place to stay for a few days and some surveillance and wiretaps. We won't get underfoot, you'll hardly know we're here!"

Cyrus sat there, red-faced and sporting a huge hard-on in his jeans. His eyes flew from the blonde to the brunette, and back again. The other two girls, he noted, were grinning at him and gazing at his crotch. He groaned out a, "Don't mention it." He grunted, stood up carefully, lest he reveal his erection to Jamie, and ran off to the bathroom. He didn't even bother looking for any lubrication. In just a few seconds, he came into his toilet and breathed a great sigh of relief. By the time he tidied up and made himself presentable again, Jamie and the girls had already made sleeping arrangements and put together shopping lists for tomorrow. He huffed in frustration and squinted at the tall girls. If they were staying in his house, than so be it. He had a bunch of miniature cameras and a whole lot of experience setting them up. His mouth curled into a grin. "There will be fun."

Jamie and the witches deposited another power into one of his rings and went to sleep.

The next morning, Cyrus disappointed them all by announcing that the telecommunication devices the Johansson clan used were encrypted. "I've never seen anything like that before," he said. "I have absolutely no way of decrypting it."

"Yes, you have," Sandra countered. "You have a basement full of computers, all ready to be assembled into a grid and used like a supercomputer. You can do this!"

"No how, no way," Cyrus responded, with a sad shake of his head. "I wouldn't even know where to begin."

Jamie wilted and heaved a great sigh of disappointment. He had placed so much hope into Cyrus' skills, but it appeared to be too much to hope for. He was running out of options. He needed to stage an assault on the Worth place as soon as possible. He feared even more Johanssons would show up at any moment. "Thanks for trying, Cyrus," he said, sincerely. "I suspected there might be a hiccup, anyway. And thank you for your hospitality."

Helena saw Jamie's intent and she placed her elbow into Sandra's ribs, rather sharply. "Crib," croaked a surprised Sandra. When everyone turned to look at her, she rubbed her painful ribs and explained, "We plant a message into their network and monitor their activity. Once we know what is being transmitted, we have a crib and we can work back from that to determine their encryption method."

Cyrus looked at the big breasted girl in as much disbelief as if she had just sprouted wings. "She's a bisexual, eighteen year old porn star with huge bazonkas and a basic knowledge of cryptography," he thought to himself. "I'm in love."

"That'd work," he declared, out loud. "With my grid and some clever cribs, we'd totally be able to pin down their encryption. We could do it."

When Jamie nodded, after a brief consideration, and said, "Alright, let's do it," Helena's legs nearly gave out in relief. Jamie, Rose and Sandra discreetly enchanted a remotely controlled toy car and then handed it over to Cyrus to mount some additional electronics on it. Sonya mastered the thing's handling in three minutes flat. They drove to a different part of town and let the toy car drive close to a payphone. They used its gear and their enchantments to hack into the phone and call Jamie's dad. Jamie had scryed on him and seen he was at his favorite bar, so he knew he'd get the machine. He left the nonsensical message and hoped it would turn out to be a good enough crib for Cyrus' grid.

Sonya drove the toy car back and they waited. In less than five minutes, the Johanssons drove up. Six witches dismounted from three vehicles and began a systematic scan of the payphone and all of its surroundings. Jamie and the gang had guessed right, the phone line was wiretapped.

When they returned to Cyrus' place, he informed them he had caught the transmissions, but that he still didn't know what kind of encryptions they were dealing with. He explained they'd need more cribs and that they'd need to plant them at different times, so he could see if they were rotating their encryption protocols on a daily basis.

Jamie was disappointed. How much longer would he have to wait to go in and save his baby sister? His dumb father hadn't even contacted a lawyer to try and get his family back. All he did was go to work, get drunk, go to sleep. Jamie was now the responsible man of the house. The buck stopped squarely at his feet and he felt like he could not waste a second more. Helena sidled up to him and tearfully asked him to hug her.