She do Brew/Start the story

Chris was 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 private school, 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 ensure the safety and the other students, and to protect him from false allegations, whenever he is out of the classroom at any social functions, or participating in any clubs he would have to be in the constant company, of his mother, one of his sisters or school faculty.

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.

his brooding was interrupted by a pop-up window, at first he didn't think much about it and closed the window. However the ad immediately popped back up, on his screen. "Fuck." he grumbled as he closed the widow once more, only to have it pop back up. "What the fuck, is my pop-up blocker not working."

After a few more frustrating attempts to close the window, and verifying his pop-up blocker was indeed working, he finally gave up and looked at the ad. It was 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. This couldn't be true, it has to be a scam, but what if it was true. He clicked on the link and another window popped up. Chris grinned as he printed the recipe and instructions.

The printer finished the last page and Chris again read the instructions. His conscience chose this moment in time to raise its annoying little head and reminded him that this was wrong, that striping a girl of her free will was not only impossible and extremely bad. With a grunt he grabbed the papers crumpled them up and tossed them in the trash.

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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 crumpled up pages of the She Do Brew, fell from the can and landed on his desk. His mother never even noiced the few pages as the settled among the rest of the trash and clutter on Chris's desk.

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Chris got home from school, 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 again, and toss it away but something stayed his hand. He stared at the paper and read the formula. It would not be too difficult to make. 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, 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 one of his older sisters contacts, it should have what he needs on it.