She do Brew/Start the story

Chris is sitting in his room in front of his computer surfing the internet, he was bored and depressed. His mother had taken a new job as Headmaster to a local all-girls academe, forcing him and his sisters to move here. He was almost finished with his Junior year in high school and had to leave all his friends and his girl-friend behind. To make matters worse, his mother had arranged, as part of her hiring package, for the school to make a policy exception and permit him to attend the academe. Not only would he be going to a new school and make new friends, but he would also be the only male on campus. To protect the other students, he would not be permitted to attend any social functions, participate in any clubs and would have to spend his lunch and break periods in his mother’s office. His only interactions with his fellow students would be in class. His father was still at their old place, he worked as a professor at the University there. He wanted to finish the current school year before coming to live with them. He was already set up to start teaching at the local University starting the next school year. Chris had asked to stay with his father, so he could at least finish his Jr. year, but his mother refused. As he surfed the net a pop-up window, that managed to bypass his pop-up blocker, opened. It was an ad for a new St. Patrick's Day drink called She do Brew. He read the description, and grew more and more astonished. It promised that any girl who drank of the brew would immediately fall in love with the creator. If she drank it on St. Patrick’s Day and you whispered the phrase “Happy Saint -Patrick’s day,” into her ear, she would also give herself to him mind body and soul. He quickly printed the recipe and instructions. As the printer finished the last page his conscience rose its annoying little head and reminded him that this was wrong, that striping a girl of her free will was not only wrong but impossible. With a grunt he grabbed the papers crumpled them up and tossed them in the trash. … The next day while Chris's mother Carol was cleaning his room, she grabbed the trash can and dumped the contents into a larger bag of trash. The last page of the She Do Brew that contained the recipe fell from the can and landed on his desk. His mother looked at the desk and shrugged, there were so many papers scattered across it, she would never have figured which one was supposed to be tossed out. … Chris got home from school and tossed his book bag in the corner and plopped into his chair. with a grunt he began searching through the papers on his desk, he had a paper due that morning for his history class and somehow one of the pages was missing when he got to school, his teacher told him if he brought it to her on Monday she would only take of 10 points for it being late instead of getting a zero. His hand fell on the recipe, he looked at it, shook his head as he noticed the formula and frowned. He went to crumple it up and toss it away and stopped. He stared at the paper and read the formula, it would not be too difficult to make this. They had all the common ingredients in the house, well all but one; he would have to supply his own seaman. Chris continued to stare at the formula and then he decided he was going to do it. He got up from his desk and headed to collect the ingredients, most of which were standard stuff. Though some were a little on the weird side. A virgin’s moan, a mother’s kiss, a tramp’s extract, a sibling’s tear and of course his own seed. He had to look up the last few, it took several hours and a lot of searching on some questionable sites that made his anti-virus program scream at him a lot, but he finally had the answers to what those ingredients where. A virgin’s moan could come from garments soiled with the arousal of a virgin girl, A mothers kiss was anything that his mother kissed with love, a tramp’s extract again is the arousal of a female who has slept with multiple partners, a siblings tear, is just that, the single tear of a brother or sister. He got the virgins moan from his younger sister’s laundry hamper, it took a bit of time sniffing panties before he found a pair with the right scent and he was pretty sure that she was still a virgin. The mothers kiss, he got from an old love letter his mother sent his father during one of his deployments. The extract of a tramp was from his oldest sister’s panties, she was a bit of a slut. He chopped up the two panties and the letter, dropping them into his brew. Lastly, he needed to get a sibling’s tear. How would he get a tear from one of his sisters?

Ask his twin sister, she is just as kinky as he is. Make his younger sister cry and try and get something one of her tears fell on. Steal on of his older sisters contacts, it should have what he needs on it.