The Stuff of Legends, Chapter 12
by Pleasant Dreamer
Chapter 12: The Light of Destiny
Anger quickly consumed me as I woke up and realized I’d overslept. I swore as I reached for my phone. I had set its alarm to wake me early in the morning so I could talk with Kim and make sure she was really going to be gone all morning. I dashed towards the window while mashing buttons on my phone. Apparently I hadn’t fastened the phone charger tightly enough the night before because the damn battery was dead.
Shit, the sun was out and I had no idea what time it was. My only saving grace was that Kim’s car wasn’t in the driveway so at least she had gone go class. I just hoped Mel hadn’t woken up early and talked to her. I didn’t know what would happen if she realized today was a school day. Without getting dressed I ran from my room still in my boxers and headed downstairs hoping to find Mel.
I found her on the couch sitting down with a big bowl of sugar coated cereal watching cartoons. I realized just how stupid I’d been the night before with the whole thinking today was Saturday bit. There was so many ways that could have gone wrong. If she had discovered the truth I had no doubt she would have gone to school and ruined my plans for the day. Glancing at the clock on the wall I saw it was still pretty early, just a little past seven. I still had time to activate her trigger phrase before any of her friends began texting her asking where she was.
As I approached her on the couch she looked back and saw me and almost choked on her cereal. “Um..Bro, did you forget something this morning?” Seeing her cheeks redden I remembered I had left my room without getting dressed. The unusual sight was causing her to blush.
“Oh yeah, guess I did. Sometimes I think I need to be put in special education classes or something.” I don’t know why I still felt the need to work her trigger phrases into sentences like that, but it was kind of a fun. What was more fun was watching her drop her spoon and stand up. She silently walked passed me and headed towards her room. As she walked I could see she still had some milk dribbling down her chin.
As she marched up the stairs I considered telling her to hurry and get dressed, but I knew my slave wouldn’t disappoint me. She’d still need time to do her make-up and hair though. I had given her instructions to make herself look as sexy as she could and I didn’t want to rush her. I knew this would be worth waiting for. I needed to kill some time so I made some quick breakfast and took a long hot shower.
When I was done I had hoped to find her in my room dressed and ready to begin, but my room was still empty. Damn, I had no idea how long it would take her to get ready, but we only had so much time before Kim got back from class and I was getting tired of waiting so I left and went to her room to get her.
As I was about to knock on her door I realized how ridiculous that was and simply let myself in. She stood with her foot on her desk as she fastened the straps on the heels I had purchased for her. It gave me an amazing view of her long silky legs. She wasn’t kidding when she said the skirt was more of a belt either. I knew it would be revealing, but hadn’t expected so much to be visible. She quickly stood at attention.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting Pharaoh; I wanted to be perfect for you.”
I was practically speechless. She looked better than I had imagined. I was surprised by just how much the tank top seemed to hug her breasts. They seemed more pronounced than normal. I realized it must have had something to do with the bra she was wearing. The best surprise of all though was the little pink thong she was wearing. As I circled around her it was clearly visible beneath the frilly pink lace on the skirt. I hadn’t commanded her to buy that, she’d done so on her own on one of her shopping trips with Kim. Before the statue she’d never have even considered owning something like that. I guess our last training session had paid off more than I realized, but there was definitely still room for improvement.
Coming up from behind her I placed my palms on her breasts and pulled her towards me as I grinded against her soft bottom. I whispered into her ear telling her how she really had outdone herself. I meant it too, it wasn’t just the outfit. She’d but her hair up into two cute little ponies that just seemed sexy as hell when mixed with the outfit and her make-up was perfect. She’d even done her nails. I didn’t even know Mel owned nail polish.
“I live to serve you Pharaoh. I’m glad this lowly slave could please you.”
“Oh, you’ve pleased me alright.” As I pinched her nipples I added, “And you’re going to continue to please me.”
“Yes Master.”
“Good, but first I want you to teach Sister Mel her lesson on how to be happy, you remember how to talk to her in the mirror right?”
“Yes Master.”
I had seriously considered letting her “please her master” right then and there, but I wanted to save that for the end, or at least delay it as long as I could. I wanted to savor every moment of this. Alright slave, we are on a tight schedule so let’s begin. When I walked into her room I had placed the green notebook with her latest “homework” in it on her desk. I picked it up and smiled as I dropped it on the floor at her feet.
“You’ll find your homework in there. Pick it up and start memorizing it.” She bent her knees and started to pick it up before I corrected her. “Not like that slave. When you bend over in my presence you are always to keep your knees straight.” She immediately stood back up and apologized. I then got a great view as she bend over properly exposing herself to me in the process.
She stood back up and began reading. I found it a bit odd that she was standing there reading, but then again I hadn’t given her permission to sit. I considered playing with her body while she read, but decided against it. I didn’t want to distract her in anyway. I needed her focused on the task at hand. After telling her she could sit and make herself comfortable while she read I decided to distract myself once again. I raided her underwear drawer looking for any other little secrets she might be hiding and while I did find some cute new purchases, the pink thong she was currently wearing was definitely the sexiest one she’d bought.
That didn’t take long so I grabbed her diary and made myself comfortable to do a little reading. I picked up where I left off and was startled by what I read. She’d gone from wring one or two sentences a day to writing almost a page a day. I was fascinated by what I read. Her whole attitude change was present in her writings. In her first entry after our last training session she would at times quote her previous “homework” word for word as she talked about what a good big brother I was and how lucky she was to have to take care of her.
The days following that were similar. She’d still talk about her latest game and how her team was progressing towards the state finals, but she’d always talk about how amazing I was. Her fourth entry after her last training was where it really started to get interesting. She began to question if it was normal for a girl to think about her brother so much, but quickly pointed out that it wasn’t normal for a girl to have a brother as truly amazing as me who took such good care of her. The next entry was the one that really floored me. It began “Dear Diary, as weird as it sounds, I’m starting to wonder if I might be in love with my brother.”
She went on about how bizarre it sounded, but rationalized it by pointing out how amazing I was and how I’d always taken care of her and always would. She even pointed out that she could never find someone who loved her as much as me and took such great care of her. For the rest of the page (and the following day’s entry) she argued both sides of the argument with herself about how she thought she might secretly be in love with me, but then again it probably just her appreciating me for the great brother I was and so on and so on. The poor kid was really confused and messed up, that probably had a lot to do with her breakdown the night before when she didn’t want to put on the outfit. She’d been holding all this in and didn’t know how to deal with it.
I stopped for a moment and stared at Mel, sitting quietly reading the words I had writing for her. She looked sexy as hell all dressed up for me. I just stared at her for quite some time and let what I had read sink in. I really was unsure what I wanted to with this new information. Thinking back on what I had written for her first training session I guess it was natural in some way for her mind to go where it had and start to develop feelings towards me. I had only intended to seriously increase her appreciation towards me and make her eager to help out more around the house as well as want to please me, but I could see how it all could have manifested itself into feeling stronger than admiration. The words she was currently reading could very well strengthen those feelings as well. What was I going to do? I’d certainly never intended to turn her into my lover, but as I sat there looking at that sexy body it definitely didn’t seem like a bad idea.
It would have to be a secret relationship that was for damn sure. Mel absolutely couldn’t be trusted to keep a secret like that so some serious hypnotic training would be in order, but did I really want that kind of relationship with her? Occasionally turning her into a fun little sexy toy was one thing, but a lover? I was unsure about it to say the least, it would change everything and I didn’t know if I wanted that. As I went back to my reading the only thing I was certain of was that I needed more time to think about it. It would definitely have to be the subject of our next training session though. Mel was really confused and as both as a brother and as her trainer I wanted to relieve her confusion and put her mind at ease.
The last entry was from the night before and it confirmed some of my suspicions about why she had broken down in tears about the outfit. My favorite line was “The skirt was so small. Here I’ve been thinking about him so differently and he still thinks of me as a little child, I felt so foolish sitting next to him on the couch.” I definitely had a lot to consider about what route I wanted to take with her training, but for the moment I figured I’d given her enough time to memorize her new script. It was time for Slave Mel to teach Sister Mel a few new things and reinforce the old teachings. This script was actually a bit shorter than before, it hopefully just served to increase her need to please me and willingness to obey.
I again led her into her induction telling her how each repetition would strengthen Sister Mel’s belief it was true and how accepting the words as the truth was the only path to true happiness. I snapped my fingers and she once again became a lifeless doll staring into the mirror reciting her lesson.
“My name is Melody Jefferson.”
“My brother loves me. He takes care of me. He has always taken care of me and always will. He knows what is best for me. He wrote this to help me be happy. I will listen and obey the words. They are the truth. He wrote them for me and would never lie to me. He is good to me I must be good to him.”
“Brandon always knows what is best for me. Brandon always knows what’s right. I will always listen to what he was to say and agree with him. Brandon knows what is best for me and I will obey. When he tells me something I disagree with I will stop and realize he is right. There is no need for confusion or thought. Brandon always knows what’s right so I’ll be happier if I simply think what he tells me to and do as he says. Brandon knows what’s best and what will make me happy.
“Brandon does everything he can to make me happy. I want to please him and make him happy. I can’t stand to see him unhappy or disappointed in me. I will do anything to make my brother happy. I will happily serve him anyway I can. I would be nothing without him. He takes care of me. He loves me. He is good to me.
I watched and listened as she went on like that for a time before I had an idea. I’d wanted to savor this moment, but maybe I could do better than that. Dad had a really nice video camera in his study, why not forever capture this moment forever. My mind was immediately filled with ideas of tricks Slave Mel could do for the camera. She’d look great in the outfit on all four barking like a dog or rubbing up against me leg purring. I’d sure as hell like to see her warm up routine again.
I knew it was dangerous and I was quickly running out of time before Kim got home, but I thought it was worth the risk. I turned on the lights as I entered Dad’s study and was scared to death as the light bulb suddenly blew when I flipped the switch. The high ceiling in his office always made that a bitch to change. I hurried over towards his desk knowing his camera was in one of the drawers.
It hadn’t been that long since I’d last been in his office, but so much had happened that it felt like much longer. Pulling out the camera I thought of all the hours I’d spent in there trying to get to the bottom of the origins of the statue Dad had left for me and glanced up at the spot on the bookcase where I had left it. I chuckled as I realized it was still turned backwards with its eyes facing the wall. That was something I had done when I first discovered Mel in the room staring into its jeweled eyes. As I walked past it in the darkness of the room I realized something was odd.
When I looked closer at it I realized there were two small light blue circles of light on the bookcase directly in front of the statue. As I picked it up and slowly moved it back the circles of light got bigger. There was no mistaking it. The light was definitely coming out of the jewels. The realization of the discovery was practically more than I could accept. I felt my knees start to get weak and I quickly leaned against Dad’s desk to keep from falling. Down the hall I could hear Mel still reciting the words I had written for her to help better program her mind and transform her into my perfect version of a little sister.
What had she done? As I moved the statue back and forth the circles of light moved around the room. I guessed that before the room was too brightly lit for me to notice them, or perhaps it was just because at the time I wasn’t looking at the statue I was looking at Mel. What the hell had Mel done to activate this light? I couldn’t deny that it was real. Her trance had nothing to do with her belief in magic or anything else. She’d accidently turned this thing on and been caught in the light like a deer in the headlights. All that crap about aliens in ancient Egypt didn’t suddenly sound so ridiculous to me.
Suddenly I was very aware of the time and the movie I was thinking of making with Mel would have to wait. I took the statue to my room and wrapped a sock over its eyes and put it in a shoe box in my closet. I quickly went back to Mel’s room and gave her instructions to change back into normal clothes and get all the make-up off before Kim got home. I instructed her to hide the outfit and not thing about it again until I told her too. I didn’t leave myself enough time to create any false memories for her since I knew Kim could be home at any minute. I quickly dressed myself and ordered Slave Mel to follow me out the back door when I saw Kim pulling in.
I’d deal with fixing Mel’s memories later, but at that moment I just didn’t want Kim to discover us. She’d have questions that I hadn’t bothered to think up answers for. We walked for a bit as I created some new memories about how I realized Mel was overdoing it again with practice and needed some time to rest so I’d convinced her to skip school with me and relax. Once I reawakened her she didn’t question any of it. I took her out to lunch and we talked over burgers and fries. As usually she did most of the talking, which worked out great because I wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation anyway. My mind was racing trying to figure out how the statue worked and more importantly what I was going to do with it next.
[End of Book 1]