I felt as if I just wet my pants. My erection began to subside, and I adjusted myself awkwardly. My underwear was full of the product of my impromptu lovemaking with Kim,, who was quite flustered at the moment herself. I watched her closely as she moved around in her seat, looking around to see if she had been caught in the act of orgasm. She had not been caught, but with her groin thoroughly covered in the wetness of sex, she was in the same predicament as I. She stood slowly, leaving her eneaten lunch at the table, and took a few tentative steps. Confident in her ability to walk without stumbling, I watched her make her way through the crowd of children toward the door, and continue to the bathroom. I followed.

I arrived at the bathroom door only moments after she did, pushed the door to the boys room open, and chose a stall. Locking the door, I proceeded to do my best at cleaning myself up. I was surpised at the sheer amount of semen that I had produced. I wondered if was always like this the first time. I'd have to ask around.

At the same time, I was certain Kim was doing the same thing. Trying to clean herself up after having sex in the cafeteria, or something very similar to sex. I had no way of knowing what she was thinking. I could only assume that she was nervous that something was happening to her that she didn't understand.

My mind was racing just the same. Could I have really been granted this power? And who could have granted such a power. Perhaps I was born with it, but it had remained dormant until today. Either way, I quickly resolved to explore my newfound abilities.

Lunch was over. I was still in the bathroom when the bell rang. I opened the stall door, left the bathroom, and made my way to my next class. Mrs. Frumley, a pleasant woman in her early thirties was waiting patiently behind her desk as the class filed in. Math wasn't my best subject, and I thought momentarily that I was unprepared for the test today. The thought vanished as I gazed upon pleasant Mrs. Frumley sitting there. A plan was forming in my head.

As the class settled into their desks, I put my plan into action. I was a bit unsure if my powers would be effective on an older woman. It wouldn't matter. The worst thing to happen would be that I would be sitting in math class thinking sexy thoughts about my math teacher, and I certainly wouldn't be the first kid to do that.

Mrs. Frumely passed out test papers, gave minimal instructions, and sat down behind her desk once again. I immediately went to work, mentally caressing her leg under her desk. At my first touch, pleasant Mrs. Frumley opened her eyes wide, and shifted in her seat. It worked! This, I thought to myself, would be interesting.

I continued my advances on Mrs. Frumley. I moved quickly, much more quickly than I did with Kim earlier that day. It wasn't long before I had my hands under her lacy panties, exploring her mature lips with my hands, running my fingers through her pubic hair. I only assumed that what I was feeling was what was actually there. I'd never get the chance to see for real, but it didn't matter. In a matter of minutes, I had sweet Mrs. Frumley quivering in her chair. As the rest of the class had their heads down in concentration, I was concentrating on our devoted teacher's clitoris, licking and flicking, intrigued by its growth as she became more aroused.

It wasn't long before she shuddered with an orgasm. As she did, I could feel her juices running down my chin, catching me by surprise. My inexperience was showing through, as at the time I was completely unsure if the wetness was a good or bad thing. It didn't matter, I continued my secret fornication anyway.

Even though she was wearing a rather conservative blouse, undoubtedly with an equally conservative bra beneath it, I could still see the outline of her now erect nipples. I judged this to mean that I was doing something right. Once again, I suddenly became aware of my own erection, and as I did with Kim, I proceeded to penetrate my teacher with the gusto of a pubescent boy. I was soon exploding inside her, pumping my seed into her as deep as I could reach. Again, I was filling my already wet clothes with more. I was honestly surprised at the amount I produced, considering that I had just done this minutes before, and that today was the first time ever having done so.

As my throbbing boyhood pulsed with pleasure, Mrs. Fromley looked around the room suspicously, very obviously taken by surprise at the orgasm recently thrust upon her unknowing body. Another wave of pleasure attacked her loins, causing her to jump slightly and gasp aloud, as if she had suddenly seen something frightening. Sitting at my desk, I couldn't see her legs, but I imagined that they were now slick with the wetness of her sex.

Suddenly, Mrs. Fromley picked up the phone on her desk, muttered a few words into it, and placed it back on the desk. Moments later, another teacher entered the class, and Mrs. Fromley extricated herself from her desk with great effort. WIthout a word to the students watching her, she made her way to the door, looked back once, and walked out. I could see wetness through the crotch of her pants. It was more than a little dampness, and I knew that I had done it. I too was wet, perhaps moreso that she was, but I didn't a phone to call in a replacement. So I sat there, soaking in my own juice, unable to complete the math test in front of me.

The rest of the day buzzed by. I went through the motions, but wasn't really aware of them as I went. The bus ride home seemed longer than usual that afternoon. Perhaps I was eager to get home, perhaps I was more tired than usual. Perhaps a little of both.

Walking in the door, the only person in the house would be Karen. 15 years old and overly skinny, Karen was fairly popular in school, had a boyfriend that she didn't particularly like, and as far as I was concerned, completely chaste. I had no idea weather this were true or not, but being her brother I was kind of obligated to think those things.

I immediately walked to the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes. I could smell the sex on them as I peeled the layers away. I'd have to do some laundry before mom smelled it to I thought. Turning the shower on, I stepped under the water and let the spray wet my hair. It felt good to wash away the day, but the thoughts running rampant through my head prevented me form relaxing very much.

Karen was sitting in the living room watching TV when I finished showering. It was warm today, and she was wearing a red t-shirt and white sweatshorts. Evidently, she was quite insecure about her thin figure, or so mom had told me. She didn't have an ounce of fat, which normally is a good thing, except when you wished you had just a little, in specific areas. She didn't. As a result, bras were not part of her wardrobe. Apparently, panties weren't either, as I could see just a bit of her labia peaking out from her shorts as she sat on the sofa.

We spoke our unenthusiastic greetings as siblings often do, and I took a seat in the armchair where dad usually sat. Inside, I was bursting with excitement. I was eager to tell someone, to share my secret. I wanted to brag. I wanted to show off. I was torn. I thought about telling Karen right then and there. Telling her my secret. I doubted she would believe me though. I know I wouldn't have. Still, I was being tortured by my own mind.

As the TV droned in the background, I decided to make a move. I had resolved to show Karen my power, but without telling her first. What's the worst thing that could happen? I'd have to take another shower?

I slid my hand down the front of Karen's shorts. Her sitting position, cross legged, made for an easy path to her developing sex. She squirmed visibly in her seat, closing her legs quickly, then looked over to me. I did my best to pretend as if I were watching the TV, waiting until she looked away before making another move.

She opened her legs again, returning to her previous sitting position. I wasted no time, and deftly inserted a finger into her, rubbing gently across her clitoris as I did so. Again she squirmed, only this time, she didn't close her legs. Instead, she opened them further. I buried my finger into my sister's apparently virgin tunnel. I could feel the resistance of her hymen against my intruding finger. The resistance was shortlived though, and in my haste, Karens' virginity was brutally taken by an imaginary lover who happened to also be her brother.

Her scream caught me by surprise. It caught Karen by surprise as well. She jumped up suddenly, and ran to her bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room. I followed her a few minutes later, going to my own room next to hers. It wasn't even a full minute when I heard the noises coming from her room through the wall. I had heard these noises before, but never knew what they were before today. Now I knew. They were the sounds of Karen masturbating. They were the sounds of my 15 year old sister bringing herself to orgasm. Powerful those orgasms must be, because she routinely emitted gutteral noises. Noises that sounded oddly out of place coming from such a thin, frail person. I hadn't thought sexual things about my awkardly bodied sister before, but today I was a different person. I had changed, and therefore, so had she.

Lying on my bed, I began testing my abilities. Did it work through walls? I knew the instant I placed my lips on Karen's moist inner lips. As my thoughts penetrated the wall, so did her grunts. I kissed her deeply, taking in the scents and tastes of my sister's sex. My hands gripped tightly to her behind, kneeding and exploring. My tounge traveled up and down, from the stubble of her shaved pubis, to the wrinkled pink anus. I was bold. I was making love to her as passionately as any lover had made love to anyone in the history of lovemaking. My hands roamed her body, finding that her nipples, even though small, were harder than they looked. She responded by grabbing the back of my head, pushing my face into her. She was moaning loudly. If anyone else were to walk in the door, they wouldn't believe that she were alone in her room for sure.

I let my mouth roam north, toward her flat chest, pausing momentarily to suckle on an immiture nipple. I was soon kissing her mouth. She kissed back, not know who it was she was kissing. The touch of her tounge to my lips startled me. I had never kissed anyone like that before, but considering I could still taste her sex, I quickly learned to reciprocate. We were making love, fully engaged in the act, and it was good.

From the first moment that my erect penis entered her, I felt a love for my sister that I had never felt before. I thrust deeply, as deeply as I could considering my diminutive size, into her waiting womb. I felt her arms wrap around me as she pulled me closer to her. Her strength impressed me as she pulled. It was obvious then that she wanted to continue our explicit affair. It was in that moment that I decided to expose myself. To expose my secret now was a gamble, but one that I felt compelled to take.

I stopped projecting my thoughts through our shared wall. The image of Karen in my head faded away slowly into the blackness of my mind. I got up from my place on my bed, my erection leading the way, and walked to Karen's room.

I found her in a rather uncompromising position on the bed, her shorts pulled down to her knees. I expected her to cover up quickly when I walked in, but she didn't. She just lay there, a dejected look on her face. It was obvious that she was sorely disappointed at the termination of her pseudo-masturbation session. I spoke the words that answered the question raging in her head.

"I did that" I said.

"What?" Karen answered in a whispry tone.

In my head, I placed a hand on the wetness dripping from her body. Her eyes grew wide with astonishment. Those wide eyes stared me down intensly.

"How.." she trailed off.

"I don't know, but it works on anybody."

"Finish what you started then" Karen said as she pulled her feet through the leg holes of her shorts, leaving them at the foot of the bed.

I Paused. Did she mean with my mind? Did she want me to actually climb into bed with her? I decided the safer bet would be the former, then she decided for me. Reaching forward she grabbed harshly at my arm, pulled me down to the bed, and pulled me on top of her half naked body.