“This is Matt Almquist.”
“Hey, Matt! This is Rose.”
Rose! Of course, I had given her my number. Right after using my powers to make her go from lesbian to bi. Still wasn’t sure about that call. I looked at my jacket hanging on a hanger on my office wall – she’d been there when I bought it.
“Rose, hi! It’s… well it’s good to hear from you again.” I said, smiling. Was I nervous? I wouldn’t be able to use my powers over the phone, right? Unless… whenever I used them for the first time on someone, I made some sort of link. That’s why I only had to make eye contact on the very first command. Maybe I could reach- no, I was getting ahead of myself here.
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.” she said.
“Well, it’s only been since last weekend.”
“Barely a week? I’ve sort of lost track of time, I’ve been going through some stuff, been very confused. Anyway, I thought of you and I wanted to see you. Is your offer still on the table?”
“I thought you said you were-”
“Well, like I’ve said, this past week I’ve gone through some stuff. I’m not really sure what I’m feeling right now, but it would be nice to see you. I think it would set my head straight, you know?”
“Yeah, sure. I’m free tomorrow, if you want to grab a coffee.”
“I’d love that. The same place where we met? Remember the place on the strip? Well, you have my number now.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you there. At three. Can’t wait.”
“Okay. Awesome. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I put my cell on my desk. Well, I have to admit I had almost given up hope. To be honest, I’d been so occupied with fooling around with my neighbor and sister that the idea of dating had slipped my mind for the past week. But I really liked Rose. Smart, funny, beautiful with her short hair and big eyes and full lips. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.
…
Back home I was greeted by my sister Hannah. She told me that mom was working late and Jordan was over at Denise’s house. I wondered what the two of them were doing. Hannah told me she’d be taking care of dinner, and I feared for my stomach. When Hannah ran the kitchen, it was all salads and soups. How she ever got hips like that on her diet was beyond me.
She told me not to come into the kitchen when she was doing her thing, and thus I was exiled to the living room. I sat on the sofa, watched half an episode of Huff when the sight of Lara Flynn Boyle made me think of Twin Peaks, which made me think of the first time I had used my powers on Jordan. What was she doing over at Denise’s? Could I find out? I focused, tried to sense them through the walls and down the street, the way I had unknowingly done a few times before. I thought I could see them, somehow, but still I didn’t see them. It was strange, they were like sun spots on my eye. Then it all became clear, and I let out a scream.
I was in Denise’s room. I was standing by the foot of her bed, on which sat Jordan and Denise. Jordan was gently fingering Denise’s bare pussy, as the tanned athletic girl took most of a big dildo down her throat. None of them seemed able to see or hear me. Denise gagged, and with a gasp she escaped the dildo.
“You’re getting better.” Jordan said to her reassuringly.
“Really? I want to get as good as you someday.”
“Oh don’t bother. I’m the greatest. Oh, I’m just teasing.”
“You think Matt will like it?”
“He already likes it. The point is to make him love it. Crave it. Need it. You got to please your master, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, it’s not going to happen simply because you can swallow a big cock. You need to find the right rhythm. Change between sucking and licking and stroking and kissing and just have fun with it.”
“It all sounds like a lot of work.”
“It is. But with time and practice it gets easier, and more fun.”
I snapped back, and suddenly I was once again sitting on the sofa in my living room. What the fuck had just happened? I couldn’t have actually been in that room. I must have been able to see it around me based on what Denise and Jordan saw. I could recreate the locations of my – what to even call them. Subjects? Victims?
The sight of Denise gobbing down that big dildo, training herself to be able to suck all of my cock, and my sister coaching her. It all made me unbelievably horny. I could feel myself getting hard. Then my youngest sister came in.
“Okay, Matt. Dinner’s all done.”
“Wha-” For a second I felt exposed, like my pants were down. Just for a second.” Okay. Awesome. What’s it you made, lenses and beans?”
“Oh, you’ll find out.”
We walked into the kitchen/dining room. I smelled tomatoes, and ham. I looked at the table and saw two plates. On one was an arrangement of beets, avocado and chicken. On the other were three slices of homemade pizza with ham, bacon, avocado and enough cheese to kill someone with lactose intolerance.
“Hannah.” I said. “You know your brother loves you, right?”
She gave me a kiss on the cheek. “There are even three more slices in the oven, bro. Dig in.”
…
During dinner I thought I’d forget about the excitement I’d felt after seeing Denise and Jordan through my weird telepath-o-vision. But as it turned out, that sight stuck with me. Even watching Hannah take her small bites and put them in her mouth, swallowing them, turned me on. I was afraid I really would so something. And what if I did? As before, I could make it as good for her as it would be for me. I wouldn’t have to force her or anything. And still I had these feelings inside of me saying that I was taking things too far. Would I listen? My inclination to do just that was decreasing rapidly. Then, as Hannah finished her last bite, I did something rash.
“So, Matt, do you want to do someth-”
I’m Troy. I’ve been Troy all day
“-ing later? Well, Troy? You’re not still mad, right?”
“What?” I said, trying to buy me some time to think. What the hell did I do that for? And what was that dick Troy angry about again? Oh, right. I had made him unable to hold his water. “No, of course I’m not mad. This was great, really.”
“So, do you want to stick around? Maybe, go up to my room?”
“Yeah, sure.” I said, amazed of how easily my little sister’s brain had just rewritten the entire evening to fit what I made her think. Did she even remember I had been here, the actual me?
We went up to her room, leaving the dishes in the sink. She held my hand as we went up the stairs and my heart was pounding from excitement. We went into her room and she didn’t even bother closing the door. We sat down on her bed and started making out. My little sister was more aggressive than I ever would have imagined. Her tongue was a typhoon in our joined mouths. Her hands clawed at me, her breathing was heavy and she pushed her B-cup breasts against me.
“Hey, if you’re really not mad anymore… how about we do that thing?”
“Uh… what thing?”
“You know! That… special thing I like to do.”
“Okay… sure. Why don’t you walk me through it?”
She got up, walked to the other side of the room and turned her back at me. I just sat there on the bed, not knowing what to do. Then she turned around, all coy and girlish. Her legs were crossed and she nibbled her fingernail, with her other hand behind her back. She looked as if she was about to say something like ‘I’ve been a bad girl, Professor’. What she did say fucked me up big time.
“Hey, Matt. I need to ask you a favor…”
What the hell! Did she know it was me? Had I done something wrong? I knew I could make people see people as other people! I could people people and –
“You see… Troy and I are having sex but I don’t know if I’m good enough at it.” she spoke with such a girlishly seductive voice, that was when I realized she was role-playing. And I was playing myself!
“So…” I started, trying to play along. “What can I do to help?”
“Well, for starters. You could teach me how to fit a big, fat cock aaall the way down my pretty little throat.”
“But, you’re my sister. My little sister.”
“I know, I’m just so awful. But, please, I need my big brother to teach me how be a good little slut.”
“Well… we shouldn’t do this. But since you need my help, I’ll do what I can.”
“Oh, thank you Matt! I have the best big brother in the whole wide world!”
She was really living her character. I’d never guess she had an older brother fetish. Was this the thing Jordan had told me about?
“So, first thing you need to do is, get down on your knees.”
“Okay, Matt.”
I stood up, took off my pants and underwear, revealing my hard seventeen cm cock.
“Oh, wow.” she gasped, and suddenly broke character. “Troy, it’s way bigger than usual.”
“Just carry on.” I said, not feeling all that bad about the complement.
She strode over to me, on all fours, tongue out and ogling my dick with hungry eyes. She took it in her hands, gently and slowly jerking it.
“It’s so big, Matt. I don’t know if it will fit in my mouth.”
“Well, that’s why we have to practice, right?” I said, having accepted the situation. I thought of Jordan and Denise, who at this very moment were doing something very similar.
“Okay. Here I go.” she said and put the tip of my dick in her mouth. She slowly swallowed more and more until my entire cock was down her throat. I realized that she didn’t need any practice, it was all just part of the act.
She pulled away. Licking her lips, she looked up at me, thinking I was her boyfriend but pretending her boyfriend was me. Again she took my entire cock, and greedily yet skillfully bobbed up and down on the length of my member. Jesus, was my entire family made of natural cocksuckers? Her speed was rising, and her twirling tongue was working up a hefty amount of saliva. She released my cock from her mouth, and between the tip and her lips was the thickest string of spit I’d ever seen. She took it in her hand and spread it all over my dick as she jerked me off.
“I’m so sorry your sister is a dirty little whore, big brother.”
“Well… oh my god. Well, I’m sure you’ll make Troy happy.”
“Mmm, yes. That’s all I want to do.”
This, for some reason, made me angry. I didn’t want Troy to get any of this. Any of it. Hannah was my sister. She was mine. I realized I was about to cross yet another line, but Hannah had to become mine, body and soul. I often thought of her as much younger, even if she was just ten months younger than Jordan. The fact that she was TOTALY 18 now became apparent by her sheer skill at sucking dick. Probably thanks to that asshole Troy. And I was sure she wasn’t a virgin. Then, I got an idea.
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