 
                     CAMP: Ron's Journey, Chapter 2
 
Chapter 2
 
School Days
 
 
 
            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 ‘til 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
ten-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 abuse 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. 
Ron’s mother 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 more quickly, 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.*
 
 
 
            It was 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 unconsidered 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 pouting, 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 until 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 knelt 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 thirteen, 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 come!"  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 knelt 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
barrier.  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 you’re 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 sessions were one
hour long, 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
cum.>*  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, it was so strong.
 
            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.
 
