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--===CAMP: Ron's Journey - Part 1, Chapter 2===- *Chapter Two: School
Days - I wish mine had been like this.*
Ron figured to let his sister alone for the rest of the day, at least.
His sister wasn't stupid: he knew she was beginning to suspect what had
really happened. So, he figured he'd let it cool off, at least until he
had done some more, "research". The next day was Sunday, a traditional day
for lounging about the house not doing much of anything. The Chaffeys were
not a religious family, so there was no bother with church. Ron got up
around 9:00 or so, and went down to have breakfast. As soon as he got
there, he saw his mother sitting at the table having her breakfast. On
some strange impulse, he went over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning, Mom. How was your meeting yesterday?" It had been out of town,
and she hadn't gotten back until after he had gone to bed. "Morning, Ron.
It was your usual garbage. Nothing really ever gets accomplished in a
board room, you know. You seem awful chipper this morning. Have you been
picking on your sister again?" Uh-oh. What does she know? What does she
suspect? He tried to play it casual. "No more than usual, why?" "Well,
she seemed a little upset when she came down. She didn't eat any
breakfast, and she went back to her room." "She's probably still working on
the final write-up for her project." Ron hoped this was it, otherwise he
could have a problem. He was starting to realize that if *anybody* found
out about his power, he could get into real trouble. "Well, maybe so.
Still, could you try to be nicer to her for a few days? No need in
stressing the family out. Oh, by the way, I have to go get Nikki at noon,
she wants to come home early, for some reason. While I'm out, could you
pretty please wash the dishes?" His mom always knew how to get to him.
"pretty please" mixed with her tone of voice could make him do just about
anything. "OK, OK. Sorry, I know I was supposed to do 'em yesterday,
but..." He trailed off, not knowing how to say he was too engrossed with
the idea of fucking his sister. "Yes, I know, 'other things'. Well, just
try to get them done sometime today, okay? Might as well wait till after
lunch, though." With that, she got up, put her dishes in the sink, and
headed upstairs to get dressed. Ron watched her go, watching her ass sway
underneath her robe. *I wonder what she looks like without it*. Ron was
washing the dishes when his mother returned with Nikki. It was obvious
even before he saw her that she was in a bad mood. He could hear her as
soon as she walked in the door. "...And she shouldn't have said that!" She
stormed into the kitchen and slumped into a chair. "Now, honey. This
isn't really that bad. C'mon, you know that you two will make up sometime
about Wednesday, and you'll have forgotten the whole thing by next weekend.
Why work yourself up like this?" "Not this time! I'm never speaking to her
again!" Nikki got up and ran to her room. "What's with her?" Ron asked.
"Oh, Tammy said Nikki's boobs were too big, or something like that, and
Nikki, well, you know Nikki." Nikki was rather overly sensitive about such
remarks. Nikki was better endowed than most 10 year olds, but they weren't
"too big". At least, Ron didn't think so. "Guess I'll be avoiding *her*
for a while." "Ron! Now that's not nice." "Sorry. But she can be a real
pain when she gets into one of her moods." *Of course*, he thought, *I
could *change* her mood...* "Anyway, I'm done with the dishes. Anything
else you need me to do?" "No, that's it. Thanks, Ron." Ron headed
upstairs. He was going to go to his room and play on his computer, but
decided he needed to talk to Dawn. He went past his room, and knocked
softly on her door. "Dawn? Can I come in?" "I guess so." She didn't sound
very enthusiastic. As Ron opened the door, she was lying on her bed, on
her stomach. Ron had a very good look at her legs and her ass. He wanted
to have a serious talk with her, but the hard-on now raging in his pants
was making his mind just a little cloudy. "What?" She didn't sound at all
like she wanted to talk. "I was just wondering what's eatin' you. Mom
said you were upset about something, and you haven't been out of here all
day. What's up?" "What do you care? You're gonna get what you want,
right? Or you'll tell Mom." *Ah*, thought Ron, *so that's what this is
about.* "Look, Sis. You and I made an agreement. I am not going to let
you out of it, but I'm not going to overuse it, either. You are my sister,
and I don't want to hurt you, but I AM a teenager, and I do have...
urges... from time to time." He was working very hard at resisting one of
those urges right then. He wanted very badly to plant his hand right on
her ass, but that would not have helped the situation, and he knew it.
Dawn rolled over onto her back and looked at him. "So, what's it going to
be? Once a day? Twice? How often will I be punished for my mistake?"
*Mistake? Why does she think.... Aha! She really *believes* this was
entirely her idea! She thinks she finally gave in to a sexual urge of her
own. That's what's bothering her. How do I relieve that without spilling
the beans? I don't want her to become a messed up person.* "Look, Sis, I
know you feel bad about this, but really, I'm not sure you should be
blaming yourself for all this. I'm sure that somehow I am at least partly
responsible. I mean, it's not like I tried to stop you or anything."
Hardly. "I think you're beating yourself up over the whole thing. If you
just relax about it, you might even enjoy it. "That's the part that
worries me, Ron. I might really start to enjoy it." "Nothing wrong with
that." He grinned, "I sure as hell did." He had finally found the right
thing, the words that somehow triggered in her confused mind. She gave him
a beautiful smile. And, something else? An invitation, just in the eyes.
He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back, soft,
sensuous. This kiss was the best they had shared, for it was solely her
idea. It was Sunday, and there was nothing on TV. He had, however, taped
some programs during the week that were on while he was at school. One of
them was Spenser: For Hire. He liked the idea of being a private
investigator, someone who could figure out who did what to whom. This
particular episode was about a guy who had amnesia, and there were bad guys
trying to kill him. He got to thinking.... *Amnesia, Hmm? I'd never
thought of that. I wonder if I can make somebody forget stuff. I've been
able to do almost everything else I've tried...* He had tried to get a
sparrow to land on his hand, but it had completely ignored him. He figured
his power must only work on people. He thought about how, when, and most
importantly, who. Then it came to him. Nikki! She'd had a fight with her
best friend, Tammy. Mom was right, they would probably make up by
Wednesday. But what if he could make her forget the event entirely? Then
they might get back together quicker, which would keep her out of the house
more often, which would get her out of his hair... *Yes, that's something
that has very little risk. If it doesn't work, she'll never know anything
happened. If it does work, she'll be gone more often.* He walked down to
Nikki's room, and was about to knock. Then he realized that he really had
nothing to *say* to Nikki, and that just standing there staring at her
would be very odd behavior. He decided to stand outside the door and try
his experiment. He wasn't sure how to visualize this one, though. He
struggled for five minutes before giving up. He finally realized he was
just going to have to chance it. He knocked on her door. "What!" She
always seem to be saying "Go Away" with that answer. Ron opened the door
and walked in. "What do you want? She just glared at him from her desk,
where she was doing some homework. He looked her straight in the eye, and
she seemed to go a little blank. Not zombie blank, just a sort of "I'm not
really paying attention" kind of blank. "Nicole, you will forget that
Tammy insulted you. You will forget that you were offended by her remark.
You will not remember what she said to you, nor why you left her house
early. You will think you left early so that you could finish your
homework. You will not remember me telling you any of this, but you will
obey it all." He added the last part from something he remembered in a
story about hypnotism. He thought it might work here. It had in the
story. Ron looked away, and Nikki blinked. "Well?" she demanded. "I was
just wondering how come you came home early from Tammy's, that's all."
"Well, if you MUST know, I've got this assignment due tomorrow." "Mom said
you were upset about something Tammy might have said." This was the acid
test. This was as direct a question as he dare ask. "Huh? No. Nothing
of the sort. We just didn't have much to do, and I had this homework, so I
decided to come home early. You must've heard Mom wrong." She wouldn't
dare to blame her mother for the error. "Okay. I just thought I'd ask."
With that, he turned around and walked out, a huge grin on his face.
*Another test, satisfactorily completed.* ***** Monday morning, and Ron was
in school. All of a sudden, he became very aware of all of the people
around him. Furthermore, he was aware of what he could make them do.
Instead of a feeling of *power*, however, this scared the shit out of Ron.
*I can't let ANYONE find out about the power I've got. If anyone catches
me, I'm dead meat*. As Monday wore on, Ron became more and more aware of
his formerly unthought-of ability to influence people. This was how he had
always been: people just naturally "wanted" to agree with him. But now,
after the weekend he'd just had, it seemed extremely unnatural. But, as of
yet, he'd found no way to turn his power off. Even more upsetting were the
things he thought he was starting to hear. Just whispers, really, from the
people around him. Always about him, like there was some big secret that
he didn't know, and everybody knew he didn't know, and they were talking
behind his back, but when he'd look, no one was talking at all. *What in
the hell is going on? Am I going crazy now? Is that what this all was?
The beginning of some kind of... what did that book call them? some kind
of "psychosis"?* Every time Ron heard the whispers, he would try to listen
in, but he couldn't seem to make out the words. As the day wore on,
however, he realized that they were getting *clearer*. He was actually
starting to make out something other than his name by lunchtime. As he
walked through the cafeteria, he heard the following: *..... There goes
that geek, Ron....* *.....Why Dale didn't beat Ron up.....* *.... Maybe I
can get Ron to help me....* He paid special attention to that last one. He
tried to figure out who it had come from, or where. It was starting to
sink in to Ron's already boggled brain that what he was hearing weren't
conversations, but thoughts. *Well, well. So it looks like I can read
minds, too. Neat.* History class came, and he looked over at Jessica
Simmons. *Soon, Jessica, you and I will have some fun.* Just then, Mrs.
Hayes, the history teacher, walked into the room. Up until now, Ron hadn't
paid a lot of attention to Mrs. Hayes' body, so enamored was he with
Jessica, but today's outfit grabbed his attention. There was no reason for
it to, for it was the same tight-fitting sweater and knee-length skirt
combination she wore most days, but today her outfit was electric blue, and
it simply drew his eyes right to her. Mrs. Hayes was 5'8" tall, slender,
with an ample bust and well-defined legs, at least what Ron could see of
them. Her chest strained her sweater quite a bit, and Ron wondered for the
first time if she wore a bra. Her light brown hair flowed down to her
shoulder blades and framed a beautiful, round face with big, round eyes,
and an open expression. Her lips were small, almost pouty, and her nose
was just a touch too small for her face. Somehow, it all combined to give
her the kind of look that makes men melt. Ron wasn't melting. As a matter
of fact, certain parts of him were doing anything but melting. He found it
very hard to concentrate on her lecture, as his eyes roamed her body. He
even found that he had shut out the "whispers" while his attention was
focused on more tangible things. Class ended, and everyone filed out. On
his way home, he saw his sister Nikki talking with Tammy outside her
school. He walked over, because he normally walked her home, per his
mother's request. Neither of them were happy about it, but Ron was also
unhappy that he was unhappy about it. This confused even him, but he knew
that he loved his sister, it's just that she was a pain sometimes. *If
Tammy doesn't walk with us, maybe I could change Nikki a little on the way
home.* Just as he finished thinking this, he arrived where Nikki and Tammy
were standing. "Hey, Nikki. Hi, Tammy. Are you eating with us tonight?"
Nikki found this a perfectly normal question, but Tammy looked at both of
them, confused. "What's with you guys? Nikki storms out of my house
yesterday, and today you guys are asking me to dinner?" Ron looked at Nikki
to see what she would do. Nikki said, "Look, Tammy, yesterday I just had
some homework to do, that's all. Sorry if you thought I was storming out
of the house." Tammy was clearly very unsure. Ron didn't want to "adjust"
her thinking in so public a situation. "So, are you eating with us, or
what?" Ron didn't really care either way, but he wanted to get home. "Not
today, Ron. Mom is making my favorite for dinner, and it wouldn't be nice
for me to miss it. Maybe tomorrow night." "Okay, then. You ready to go,
Nik?" Nik was Ron's special name for Nikki. He only used it when he wanted
her to know he was in a good mood. It *usually* got him a likewise
response, but not always. "Sure, let's go, Ron. See ya tomorrow, Tammy."
As they walked off, she told him, "You're in an awfully good mood for a
Monday. How come?" "I'm not really sure, Nikki. It's just been a pretty
good day." They stopped at an intersection and Ron stood in front of her,
quickly checking that no one was within earshot. He looked straight into
her eyes and repeated the words he'd been practicing for the last five
minutes in his head. "Nikki, I am about to give you some instructions.
You will not remember them, but you will obey them. You will obey all of
the instructions I give you until you hear me snap my fingers twice. Nod
if you understand." Nikki nodded her head slowly, and Ron continued, "We
will start walking again, but you will still obey all of my orders. Nod if
you understand and agree." Nicole nodded again. A lot of this he
remembered from his hypnotism book. They crossed the street and continued
walking. By the time they had gotten home, Ron had made several commands
to Nicole, and had repeated them for emphasis. He was pretty sure she
would obey all of them. Some of his commands were for her to be nicer to
him. Others dealt with things she should ignore if she happened to see
them. And a few final commands dealt with the chores of his that she would
now do without being asked. He wasn't sure how he'd explain this, but he'd
figure something out. He snapped his fingers twice as they walked in the
front door. Nikki headed up to her room to change, and Ron went into the
kitchen to get something to drink. He found a note on the table from his
mother: *"Ron: I'll be home late tonight, we have a big project to work on.
Please order in from one of our usual places, ask Nikki and Dawn, and try
to make everyone happy. I won't be home till after midnight. Do your
homework, and go to bed at 11:00. Love, Mom."* Ron had gotten used to his
mother leaving these notes for him instead of his older sister, Dawn. So,
it seemed, had Dawn, since she rarely whined about Mom putting Ron in
charge of things. Ron was very mature for his age, and his mother just
trusted him more than his older sister. Ron thought about Dawn, and
immediately began to get a hard-on. *With Mom out of the house, and with
Nikki ignoring any unusual behavior, all I have to do is convince Dawn.
Maybe while she's in the shower...* Dawn came home and headed right
upstairs. Ron was watching TV, and figured he'd wait until she was in the
shower to go up. After about ten minutes, he heard the water start. Ron
waited a few more minutes, then headed up to the bathroom. He opened the
door quietly, and almost giggled at the role-reversal from their initial
encounter. As soon as he was in the room, Ron knew something was wrong.
Dawn was definitely not alone. He heard groans from the other side of the
shower curtain, coming from two very distinct voices. *Dawn and Nikki?
how long has THAT been going on? Maybe this explains some of Dawn's
problem.* Ron thought about what to do, then decided for the direct
approach. He walked over to the shower curtain, and opened it up a ways.
"What are you guys doing?" This was a rhetorical question. Dawn was
leaning against the wall, with Nikki on her knees, lapping at Dawn's pussy.
Dawn was bent slightly, fondling Nikki's breasts. When they heard Ron,
they both went rigid. The look of terror in Nikki's eyes was expected.
Ron then looked at Dawn. The look of fear he saw in her eyes was not
expected, and Ron was unsure of how she was going to react. Then he heard
one of those whispers, this one quite clear. *Oh, Shit! What will he want
to cover this up?* He knew this thought was Dawn's: He recognized the
voice, plus Nicole would never have thought it. Ron stood back and waited,
looking over the two of them. He belatedly realized that Nicole did, in
fact, have a very nice set of knockers on her, and, although her body was
somewhat boyish, she was more developed than her outfits led one to
believe. If his cock had not already been hard as iron, she would have made
it so. Still, he waited for what he knew was coming. "Ron.... I didn't
want you to find out about this...." "Dawn- Stop. Just one question. Is
this what was bothering you yesterday? That I might find out about you
two?" "Yes. I don't know what happened between us, Ron. I had almost come
to the conclusion that I was a lesbian." "A what?" Ron was unfamiliar with
that term, though he knew what a 'gay' meant. "A lesbian. That's a girl
who only likes to have sex with other girls. I didn't want you to tell
Mom. You won't tell her, will you? Please?" Dawn was begging now, and the
pleading look in Nikki's eyes was obvious, too. "What about you, Nikki?
Are you a... a lesbian?" Nikki found it hard to speak. "I - I - I don't
k-know, Ron. I've never h-had s-sex with a b-boy. Are you gonna tell on
us?" "Well, I don't know. I suppose I should...." Both girls almost
screamed, "No!" Dawn added, "Ron, please. It's not her fault. I kind of
forced her in the start. She's never had any other sex. Mom would be
furious." Ron thought he had come to a solution. *Maybe I'll get my first
non-controlled sex here.* "Okay, but, as you know, there is a price for my
keeping your secret." "What else could you possibly want? " Dawn was
afraid she knew, but also knew it wasn't her choice this time. "Well, from
you, Dawn, I want you to do certain ones of my chores from now on." That
would be all the chores he hadn't given to Nikki. That effectively removed
all duties from him, and gave him much more free time, while retaining
control of the house. "As for you, Nik, well, I don't know how to say
this. Your body is making me horny, and I want to fuck you." "Ron!!!!" This
was Dawn, who was surprised he had been so blunt about it. Nicole seemed
much more subdued, like she was thinking about it. Her response revealed a
level of maturity he hadn't known she'd had. "If I let you, then you won't
tell Mom about us?" "Right." "And we can still do this?" "If you want to."
"Some of the girls at school say that sex hurts." Ron wasn't sure how to
answer this. He looked to Dawn for a little help. Since she saw that Ron
wasn't forcing the issue, Dawn decided to be encouraging. "It might hurt
some the first time, Nikki. That's because he would have to bust your
cherry. But after that it feels great! And Ron will be gentle, won't ya,
Ron?" She smiled and gave a wink. Ron knew she was cooperating on her own
now, and wondered what that really meant. "Nik, I'll tell you what I told
Dawn. You're my sister, and I don't want to hurt you. I will be as gentle
as I can, but it's still going to hurt this first time. After that, I
think you might really enjoy it." "Okay, Ron. Why don't you come in here?
You're letting all the hot air out." Ron did just that. He nearly ripped
off his clothes, and jumped in the shower with them. Before anything else
happened, though, Dawn had a disturbing thought. "Ron, what about Mom?"
"She won't be home till late. She left a note." That was the last barrier
that needed to go. Ron was in charge here, and he had to decide how he
wanted to do it. "Okay, Dawn, I want you to show Nikki how to suck my
dick. Nik, watch real close, so you can learn how." Dawn kneeled down and
began to apply her considerable talents to his manhood, interrupting
occasionally to tell Nikki something. Meanwhile, Ron was gently fondling
one of Nikki's breasts with one hand, and one of Dawn's with the other.
Ron was in absolute heaven. After a few minutes, Ron stopped Dawn. "If
you go any further, I'm gonna blow." "Go ahead. You're 13, you'll recover
pretty quick." "Okay, if you say so." Dawn resumed her sucking, but was
interrupted, this time by Nikki. "Can I try, Sis?" This shocked both Dawn
and Ron. "If you like. Why don't you start out just by licking the shaft,
like I showed you?" Nikki did this, and was joined by Dawn. The sensation
on Ron's cock was starting to be more than he could take. He was thinking
of baseball, algebra, dissecting a frog, but nothing was working. Then,
all of a sudden, a small mouth engulfed about a third of his prick and
started sucking, while her tongue was lashing about the head like a
writhing snake. Ron could take no more. Nikki was a far better cocksucker
than her older sister. "Oh, crap, Nik! I'm gonna cum!" Nikki had been
warned about this by Dawn, but she had decided to swallow it. Nikki kept
sucking and licking until Ron exploded into her mouth, pouring squirt after
squirt of come down her little throat. She licked it all up, and his cock
came out clean. "Was that okay, Ron?" Nikki asked, in her naive way
wanting to know if her brother approved. "Oh, hell yes, Nik! No offense,
Dawn, but she's better than you at that!" Dawn looked a little hurt, but it
didn't really bother her, since she already knew that: she'd been receiving
Nikki's services now for almost a year and a half. They fooled around a
little more in the shower, and Ron's cock was soon standing at attention
again. "Looks like you're ready for more, little brother." Ron was
surprised. He'd never gotten a second erection after masturbating. "Yeah,
I guess I am. Why don't we go to my bedroom for the rest, though? It'll
be more comfortable." They all agreed with that, and, after an abbreviated
drying session, they moved to Ron's room across the hall. "Dawn, why don't
you do to Nikki what she was doing to you when I interrupted. I need to
learn how to do that." Nikki laid on the bed with her legs bent over the
edge. Dawn kneeled down and placed her face at Nikki's pussy. Ron knelt
next to Dawn and observed. Dawn first ran her tongue up and down Nikki's
slit. Then, using her fingers, she opened up Nikki's pussy and slid her
tongue deep inside. Dawn continued this, again acting the teacher as she
would stop for a second to say something to Ron. Nikki was writhing around
on the bed in pure ecstasy by now. "Ron, finish this part off. See that
little bud? That's her clit, and it's real sensitive, sort of like the
head of your dick. Give it a little kiss." Dawn moved over, and Ron bent
in. He sucked the little nubbin into his mouth and sucked on it. All of a
sudden, Nikki let out a squeal of pleasure, and went all rigid. Ron
continued sucking, flicking his tongue over the little bud, until Nikki
came down from her orgasm. "That was an orgasm, Ron. Now, I think she's
ready to be fucked. Aren't you, Nikki?" "I... I guess so." She looked at
Ron pleadingly, "Please, Ron, go slow?" "Okay, Nik." Ron positioned himself
at her entrance. He was turned on just looking at her pussy, completely
bereft of any hair. Slowly, as Dawn played with Nikki's nipples, Ron
pressed his cock into her. God, was she *Tight*. Finally, he reached her
hymen. Slowly, he pulled back out, until he had just the head of his cock
in her. He pushed back in, and out for a few minutes, until she had
loosened up. "This next part is the part that's going to hurt, Nikki.
Once I've done it, I'll stay still until you tell me your okay. Alright?"
"Uh-huh" There was fear in her voice, but it was hard to hear over the
wanting. Ron had decided the best way would be to plunge in as far as he
could as hard as he could. He pulled his cock out so that just the head
was in, placed his hands on her hips for leverage, and thrust as hard and
as fast as he could. Nikki let out a short scream, and Ron froze, his cock
buried about two-thirds the way in. "Nikki, are you okay?" He was very
concerned that he might actually have hurt her. "Yeah, I... I think so.
Don't move for a while, okay?" "I won't move until you say." Well, that
wasn't entirely true. His position was such that he *did* lean over and
suck on one of her nipples. After a couple of minutes of this, which was
only getting her hotter, Nikki said, "Okay, Ron. I'm ready. But go slow
at first." "Okay, Nik. Here goes." Ron started out with a slow rhythm,
until he was sure Nicole was going to be okay. Then he gradually picked up
the pace as his excitement rose. Dawn had straddled Nikki's face, and
Nikki was expertly eating out her sister. *Damn! What a view!* Ron could
not believe his luck. *Two women in the same house as me whom I can now
screw when I want. I wonder if I should make it three?* The thought of his
mother's ass swaying beneath her robe yesterday morning, and what it might
look like *outside* of her robe, sent him over the edge. He came in Nikki
with considerable force, and this sent her over the edge for about the
fourth time. Nikki must have sucked harder on Dawn, because she started
coming at almost the same time. For quite a while, Ron's room was filled
with a lot of groaning and moaning. Finally, they all fell in a pile,
limp. Ron made sure to roll off of Nicole, so as not to hurt her, but he
didn't remove his dick. Her pussy was just such a nice, warm place. They
all fell asleep like that. Tuesday morning, Ron was still apprehensive
about school. He was constantly worried now that he might accidentally
make someone do something that would give him away. He was starting to
learn a little control; he was able to tune out the "whispers" so that he
could concentrate on schoolwork, but that influence he'd always had was
still there, ever present. Then Ron finally realized that, if people
suddenly *stopped* agreeing with him, this too might be noticed, so he
stopped trying to turn this part of him off. The day was going along
smoothly until third period, his English class. As soon as he walked into
the room, he knew he was being watched. Not in the normal sense that
someone looks at you for more than just a glance, but someone was aware of
him as a force to be reckoned with. He took a quick look around, but he
had no idea who or what he was sensing was. This disturbing feeling
followed him throughout the day, and upset him more than anything else had
to this point. He was glad when the school day ended. He was mildly
disappointed to find that Tammy would be eating with them tonight. *Then
again* he thought, *Mom will be home, anyway, so there's not much I could
do with my sisters anyhow. How should I deal with Mom? One way or
another, I'm going to have to do *something*. Sooner or later she's going
to notice that my sisters and I are getting along much better. Do I want
to add her to my collection? I'll have to think about that.* The night
passed without incident, but Ron wasn't sure whether he was glad for that
or not. He did take the opportunity to refine Nikki's orders, now that she
was part of the action. He removed her orders to ignore unusual activity,
and rerouted it to an inability to talk about it with anyone other than him
or Dawn. He realized that both of his sisters were now his willing sex
slaves, but that didn't seem to bother him very much. When his mother came
in to say goodnight and give him his usual hug, and what had become the
usual kiss on the cheek, Ron decided to go one step further. He stood up
and gave her a hug, but instead of kissing her on the cheek in passing, he
leaned back some and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Nothing that could
be denoted as sexual (yet), just a quick peck. Nevertheless, his mother
gave him a very strange look, but she said nothing. *Interesting reaction*
he thought. *I half expected her to yell at me for that.* He decided not
to worry over this one, but he knew now that he wanted to add Mom to his
group, but in a special way: He wanted her to come to him. He wasn't sure
how to accomplish this, but he knew he was on the right path. She had
allowed him more latitude in the last few days than ever before, and he was
going to push just as far as he could. Wednesday morning brought a certain
dread to Ron. He knew instinctively that the who or what that had been
watching him would still be there today. *Maybe I should stay home today,
have Mom call me in sick. Nah, that won't achieve anything. Sooner or
later, I'm going to have to face whatever it is. Besides, maybe it's just
more power coming out, and it just feels like someone's watching.* He knew
this was wrong, but it felt reassuring to think it. As soon as he arrived
at school, he knew his reassuring thought was wrong. Whatever it was, it
was external to him. He could feel it, almost tangible now, pounding on
his head like a drum. Then, suddenly, the feeling drew back, almost
ceasing, as if someone realized they were pushing too hard. Ron was scared
now: this ... thing... was acting too much like a person to be just an
"it". He looked around at all the people, but he saw nothing. The feeling
quickly died away into the background as classes begun, but Ron was unable
to concentrate on schoolwork, for he was too busy thinking about the
"watcher" as he had taken to calling that feeling. *Who is it? And what
do they want?* He would find out soon enough, but he didn't know that. The
feeling disappeared entirely at the end of the day, and Ron was able to
concentrate on other matters. Soon enough, History class came, and when
Ron saw Mrs. Hayes today, he almost fell out of his seat. Her sweater was
about a size and a half too small for her, and he could tell now that she
was NOT wearing a bra. He could see her nipples tenting the material on
the front of her sweater. Her outfit was all black, and her skirt today
was quite snug, ending an inch above her knees, with short slits up the
sides to facilitate walking. Ron gave up on trying to listen to her
lecture, and daydreamed about what he would do if he could ever get her
alone. He knew this was almost impossible, but he was planning for it,
anyway. He knew that all the things that had happened to him over the last
week were impossible, too, but they'd happened. As the class droned on,
Ron started to compare Jessica with all his other choices, and he realized
she really wasn't anything special. He *would* take her, but more as a
matter of revenge than anything else. She had taunted him all these
months, staying entirely out of reach. Now that he could have her anytime
he wanted, he found her less desirable. He compared her briefly with Mrs.
Hayes, and she lost almost instantly. Her only advantage was availability,
and that wasn't a real big plus. As the class bell rang ending the school
day, Ron was startled when Mrs. Hayes called his name. "Ron? Jessica?
could you two stay for a few minutes?" Ron had no idea what this was about.
He knew he wasn't in any trouble; he wasn't the sort of kid to do that
stuff. Ron and Jessica headed to the front of the room as the rest of the
students filed out. "Ron, I need to ask a favor of you." Mrs. Hayes
began. "I know it's late in the year, but Jessica has developed some rather
serious problems with her History grades. I was wondering if you would be
willing to take her on as one of your students, and tutor her so that she
can get her grades up?" Ron really didn't want to: he had all the students
he needed, and was making good money already. But, he realized, this would
get him an opportunity to be alone with Jessica, and that was something he
looked forward to. "Okay, Mrs. Hayes. So long as her parents agree with
it, I've got no problems. They do know that all the sessions are at my
house?" "Yes, Ron. They have no problem with that. What night would be
best for you?" "Well, if her problem is really as serious as you say, she
probably needs more than one night a week. I still have an opening at 8:00
on Thursday and Friday nights." Ron's tutoring was one hour sessions, and
they ended at 9:00, so Jessica would be his last student of the night.
That way, anything he did wouldn't interfere with his other students.
"Okay. I've told them to call you tonight, so you should get a call from
them. Jessica, make sure to tell your parents about Ron's recommendation
before they call, okay?" "Yes ma'am. I'll let them know as soon as I get
home." "Okay. That's all. You both can go." Ron was about to leave when
he realized he had an opportunity here that he had just half an hour ago
decided was "impossible". "Mrs. Hayes? can I talk to you for a couple
more minutes? I have a couple of questions about our final projects." This
was true, he did have a question, but it was also a good excuse. "Sure,
Ron. I'll see you tomorrow, Jessica." "Bye, Mrs. Hayes." She didn't deem
Ron worthy of a good-bye, but he was too busy planning to be upset by that.
He was sending all sorts of images to her now, stuff that he knew would
have his sisters climbing all over him. But it was having no effect. She
just sat in her chair and waited. *What the hell is going on? Have I lost
it? Or doesn't it work on adults? Maybe I should try a different way...*
Ron sent out a command. *Massage your breasts.* Slowly, Mrs. Hayes' hands
moved up to her breasts and started kneading them. This was very
attractive, but Ron thought something else would be more so. *Grab the
bottom of your sweater and raise it over your head.* Again, she did as
instructed. The view was incredible. While her face was obstructed by the
sweater, he had a clear view of the mounds on her chest. And heavenly
mounds they were. *You may not move or scream, except as I tell you.* He
hoped this command would work: it was vaguer than most. He carefully
reached out and caressed her tit. She shuddered, but she did not scream.
Not being able to see her face, he wasn't sure whether she was trying to or
not. *Pull your sweater off.* She did so, and lowered her arms. Ron
reached over and took the sweater out of her hands, and laid it on the
desk. He reached over and stroked her tit again. The look on her face was
fire. Her expression contained all the rage and hatred in the world. Ron
actually found that rather exciting. *Stand up...Now unsnap your
skirt....Push it off your hips... Step out of it.* Now she was clad only
in her stockings, panties, and high-heels. This was a very alluring view,
but Ron wanted more. Then he decided to do a comparison test. Ron had her
sit back down in her chair, but he sat on her desk right in front of her.
*Kiss the head of my cock....Now lick it up and down the shaft....Now suck
it until I say stop.* She did everything she was told. The experience was
great. Not as good as Nikki, but then he didn't think anybody could beat
his sister at cocksucking. He started to get really excited, and he knew
he was about to come. *Swallow my come.* When he came, she swallowed all
of it, and kept right on sucking. After a minute or so for recovery, Ron
decided he wanted the rest of her. Ron stood her up and told her not to
move. He moved over to her, and, standing as tall as he could, gave her a
kiss on the lips. She gave no reaction, except the look in her eyes, which
was pretty much a constant now. *You may respond to my actions, but only
in a favorable way.* He kissed her again. This time, she kissed back, with
some force. He felt her tongue caress his lips, and he opened his mouth to
admit it. Her tongue explored his mouth, and then she sucked his tongue
into her mouth. They tongue-wrestled for a while, but then Ron's legs got
tired, and he broke off the kiss. Kneeling down, Ron took a closer look at
her panty-clad pussy. He could see stray hairs poking out of her panties,
and he could no longer resist getting a better look. He was just going to
pull her panties off, but then he changed his mind. They were flimsy
enough that he grabbed hold with both hands, and tore them off of her. He
would take these home as a souvenir of the experience. Now Ron had an
unobstructed view of her pussy. It was completely covered with hair, and
he couldn't see much. Ron cupped her mound with his hand, and he felt her
shiver. He also noticed that she was quite wet between her legs. He knew
enough to realize this meant she was very excited, and ready for more. He
bent in and flicked his tongue across her pussy lips. A moan escaped her
lips, and she spread her legs to allow him access. Ron ate her out for
several minutes, her juices coating his face and her inner thighs. She
shuddered several times, but Ron couldn't tell if these were orgasms or
not. Finally, he grew tired of this, and stood up. *Mrs. Hayes, bend down
and lick my face clean.* This she did, but the look of hatred in her eyes
betrayed her real thoughts. However, her actions were splendid. Ron's
cock was straining to be in something tight and warm right now. When she
had finished her task, Ron bent her over her desk. He had read about this
position in the few copies of Playboy and Penthouse that he'd been able to
get his hands on. Ron didn't waste any time, he thrust his dick full into
her on the first stroke. A long moan ushered from her lips, and her hips
were moving in small circles now. Ron had to hurry, he couldn't be too
late getting home, so he pounded her fast and hard. She came once, before
he did, and then he came deep inside her belly, with a force that shocked
him, so strong was it. After they both came down, he had her dress and sit
at her desk. He gave her verbal instructions not to remember any of it,
not to notice that she didn't have on panties, and a couple of other
commands to help him out in school a bit. Ron was not unaware of the
non-sexual benefits of his power, and he was putting them to good use.
Finished, Ron hurried to pick up his sister at her school. She would
probably be upset that he was late, but, maybe not, given their recent
change in relationship. Ron knew the whole world was changing for him, and
he was starting to understand that, so long as he was careful, the rest of
his life could be very entertaining indeed.