## Archive-name: a_story

From: He who walks beyond <beast@the.edge.of.the.light>

Subject: A story- inc, mc, nc, pedo

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Just a reminder for everyone who seems to have forgotten what alt.sex.stories means. Its a newsgroup for sex stories. Not comments on politics. Not comments on which country is better. Not comments on racial issues. Its just a place for stories about sex. Its also not just a place to bitch about other people not posting stories, and then not posting one yourself, thus the attached story. If you are reading this, and you find yourself offended, then go read something else. Why are you even in this newsgroup if you are easily offended? Here it is. There may be more to come later.

In the beginning I was afraid to use my powers.

I had discovered them some time during my early teens. I think when I was fourteen, but it might have been earlier. The first time I clearly remember using the power was when my younger sister, Missy, had gotten into my stuff. She was only 10 or so, and I was thirteen. My stuff consisted of a variety of things: notes from some girls on the bus, my models, old Lego creations, my books, and other such items. She was always going into my room when I was out and messing up my stuff. Some times she'd break them, but most of the time, she would just take them from where they belonged and move them to somewhere else. I'd tell on her, of course, and she'd get restricted to her room and stuff. She always came back though.

One day, I came in from playing. I was hot, sweaty, and dirty. I'd been playing "smear the queer" with some of the other neighborhood guys. I was kind of feeling "pumped" because I had been doing well, and all sorts of aggressive hormones were rushing around in my blood stream. I quickly romped up the stairs to my room to change my clothes and get ready for dinner. I pushed the door open, and there she was. Missy was pawing through my stuff again. She had some of my stuff laid out on the floor, and had one of my model jets in her little hands. She looked up quickly, apparently quite surprised by my sudden appearance. For a moment I surveyed the scene, but, charged up as I was, anger quickly filled me. "What the Hell are You doing in my Stuff again!" I barked at her. She flinched at my harsh tone and her bright green eyes widened. I leapt at her, snatching my model from her hand, and shoving her a bit. She had been on her knees, but my push knocked her over onto her back. I payed no attention to her, but inspected my jet. She had broken the little missiles off of the wings. Anger surged though me. I shot my hardest gaze to her, and she looked back at me with an expression of shock, with tears running down her face. "Get out of My Room!", I shouted in my angriest voice. As I did so, I felt an odd rush in my head, like the feeling you get if you stand up too fast after sitting for a long time. "Never Come In My Room! Never!" I yelled at her, far to loud. A surge of energy filled me, everything in my vision brightened, and seemed washed out. She made a small noise, like a squeak and scurried out of the room as quickly as she could. Once she was gone from my sight, I felt a hard snap in my head, and a sudden painful tightness gripped my skull. I closed my eyes and fell over in pain, stars flashing in my mind.

My mother, who had just been down stairs during this whole event, came quickly into my room. She just began the first couple of words to yell at me for being mean to my sister when she noticed me laying over on the floor. She rushed to me, asking what was wrong, and attending to me. Her touches and voice seemed so distant that I thought she was talking to someone else at first. I managed to rise up from my pained position, and opened my eyes. Something about the look of my eyes or the expression on my face startled my mother for a moment, for she gasped and drew back. Just as suddenly, however, she came back over to me and began stroking my head and asking me what was the matter. It was all very strange. I didn't feel very well, and I told her so. I was put to bed, and soon was fast asleep.

I slept a deep black sleep without dreams. When I woke and rolled over to look at my clock, it said 6:20. I assumed it was morning, and crawled out of bed to get ready for school. I glanced out the window to check the weather, but when I did I noticed the sun was setting. I had slept the whole day. I went downstairs. Missy avoided my gaze, but mother came up and checked to see that I was ok. I asked her why she hadn't woke me up for school, she said that she had tried to, but I was so sleepy that she decided to let me stay home. I thought back, but I could not recall her attempt to wake me at all. Mother told me that I must have caught some sort of 24 hour bug, because I seemed ok now. Indeed I did. I felt better than I ever had before. I felt oddly energized, but that could be explained away by the day of sleep I had just had. Life went back to normal for a bit after that, or at least so it seemed.

I felt a bit guilty about the "attack" I had made on Missy, but she never spoke to me about it. She stayed out of my way and out of my room. A few weeks passed without her really saying a word to me at all. Mother was concerned, and she made several attempts to get us talking again. I wanted to make up with Missy, the guilt was chewing on my insides, and her silence gave it strength. Each time, however, Missy would talk to me politely while Mother was about, and then avoid me all other times. Even with this behavior, it was not truly evident that something was really wrong. She just seemed to be holding on to this anger at me for longer than normal. It wasn't for another week till the real problem emerged.

I was asleep in my room on a Saturday. The family (Missy, Me, Mother, and my Aunt Rita) were supposed to go to the beach. I woke up to the sound of Missy squealing "NO! NO!". I rose from bed, and looked toward my closed door where the cries were coming from. I could hear my mother talking softly beyond the door, followed by more yells from my younger sister. I walked over to the door and listened.

"I can't go in there, Mommy!" "Why can't you go in there, honey?" my mother asked softly. "I just can't! Its bad!" "You're just going to wake your brother up... he won't get mad about that..." "No! No! I can't! Never!" There was a struggle in the hall, and then I heard my sister's footsteps racing down the stairs. I quickly snuck back to bed, suspecting my mother would be in shortly. I was right. She walked to my bed side. I pretended to wake to her approach.

"Missy is very frightened of entering your room now." she said, somewhat coldly. "I'm sorry, Mom, I shouldn't have yelled at her... I've tried to make up with her, but she doesn't want to" "You have to try harder. I suggest you bring her into your room. Let her know that you aren't angry anymore." "Can I do it later... after we get back from the ..." "No! Your sister is traumatized. You must straighten things out with her now. I won't have another several weeks of this."

Missy was hiding in the laundry room. She wouldn't talk to me. "Missy? Please talk to me. Come up to my room with me.." "Never!", she cried, and tears came to her eyes as she huddled in the corner of the laundry room. I reached out to get a hold of her, but she kept wiggling from my grasp. Shortly, I began to become upset and angry. I could feel the strange energy turning inside my body again. Apparently Missy felt it too, because she suddenly looked at me with a horrified look. "Noooo...not again.." she whimpered quietly. I tried to calm myself. I backed away from her and looked up at the ceiling. I took some deep breaths, something I remember my father doing when he got angry with me. He had gotten angry with me a lot when he was alive. Mother said it was his medicines. "Please..." I heard Missy whisper from her corner "Please don't do it again". The energies stirred higher in my body, but I relaxed more. Shortly the strange energies spun out of my body and were gone. "I won't do it, Missy" She looked at me with her wide green eyes. I somehow knew that she could tell that the trouble had passed. "I didn't mean to make you mad...I promise I won't do it again" she said to me, which surprised me a bit. "I'm not mad at you, Missy. Please come up to my room" "I ... can't" she said haltingly. "I say you can now, so you can.." "I can't... it hurts to go there" I looked at the stark sadness on her face. I could tell she thought she was telling the truth. What had I done to her? Whatever it was, I knew I never wanted to do it again. As I looked closer at her, I could almost see the "something" that was causing her pain. It drifted about her head like a haze. Oddly, I felt some strange connection to the haze. I reached out toward her, toward the haze around her head, and I could feel it. Not really with my fingers, but just as a strange sleepy tingling inside my hand. I wanted it to go away. I tried to grab or pull it, or wave it away with my hand. It stayed. It seemed to waver and move at my touch, but it would not leave. I reached in deeper, until my hand touched Missy's forehead. Surprisingly, she didn't pull away. She closed her eyes, and relaxed. With my hand on her head, I could feel the sharp stabbing core of this cloud on her head. I almost felt like I could grab it, but obviously my hand couldn't reach into her head where it was. I squinted my eyes and looked hard at her. It was definitely there, the more I squinted the better I could see the dark heart of this haze about her mind. Finally my eyes closed, and just as they did, it was as if my hand was suddenly able to move into her head. I grabbed the center of the ball. It was silty and shifting, but I had it. I slowly drew my hand back, and as I did, behind my closed eyes, I could "see" a sudden surge of light. My sister gasped. My eyes shot open. Nothing appeared to be in my hand now, and the feeling of it was gone. My sister lay on her side on the floor. I quickly got down to her and lifted her head. Her eyes fluttered open, and looked straight into mine. A light, sleepy smile crossed her young lips. I hugged her to me. "Oh, I am so sorry! I'll never do that to you again!" She held on to me, and patted me, and in a very calm voice told me "It'll be okay now, I feel much better".

Over the next year, I was very careful. I stayed away from things that might make me angry. I stopped playing sports as much. After a bit, I started to feel like I had the strange energies under control. Little did I know. My body had been changing and growing for years, but now things were different. I had started noticing girls years ago, but now they had strange effects on my body. My mind filled with odd urges, and I found my self staring at the well developed girls on the bus. Between stuff my friends had told me, and some stuff I had watched on late night cable when mom was out on a date, I knew the basics of what sex was all about. However, it had always seemed strange and alien to me before. Now, I found I was thinking about it all the time. Sometimes I'd even have dreams about it. Unfortunately, every time I was having a really good sex dream, the strange energies would surge into me and I would wake up. The energies made me frightened. I didn't want to hurt anyone. The same thing happened when I learned the fine art of touching myself. I'd feel like I was getting closer and closer to I knew not what, and then suddenly the surge would come and fear would drive my mood out. This became very frustrating after just a little while, and this frustration led to the events which followed.

My mom was out on a date. I was "baby sitting" my sister. She had long since gone to bed. It was 11:00 and sexy movies were on the cable channel we got. They were strange movies, where the people's words didn't seem to match what their mouths were saying. There was plenty of sex scenes though. The sex was filmed in a odd way, from my perspective. They never real showed anything. They showed naked people, and guys humping on girls, but you couldn't see the parts doing anything. That's what I wanted to see. I wanted to see it going in. Some of my friends said that they had a movie that showed it going in, but I had never got the chance to see it. So I watched and got hornier and hornier. Eventually, I began to play with myself. I had become rather good at it, considering I never got to finish. I'd get myself all worked up, then I breathe myself down, then I'd do it again, and again, until I was tired out. I was right at the top when it happened. I was just about to stop myself, when suddenly there was a noise. I was setting on the couch, my eyes close almost to a squint, stoking like crazy, when my little sister came into the living room.

She was eleven now, with just little budding breasts thrusting up against her baby blue night shirt. Her blond hair hung about the sides of her head, spilling long down her back. She stepped into view with a bleary eyed look at first, as she was looking at the tv, but then she saw what I was up to. Her mouth came open and her bright green eyes widened, the flickering light of the tv giving them a magical glow. The shock of her appearance startled me, but my hand kept stroking me. The energies surged up into my body, and my muscles tightened all over. The room suddenly seemed as if it were lit by daylight. All my attention focused on the staring face of my young sister. The drive of my sex and the presence of the strange energies over whelmed my senses. I wanted sex and I wanted it now. Almost as if I had been possessed, I felt like I had been told that I wanted my sister.

"Come hear" I said in a voice far to deep to be coming from my young body. It seemed as if I were above the scene at first. However, as my sister walk across the room toward me, I knew I was in control of myself. This was what I wanted, or at least what my body wanted. I gazed into her flashing green eyes. She still had a look of shock on her face. I could feel the confusion coming from her, and a struggling curiosity behind that. I was keenly aware of the stark contrast of the feeling we were having. She was awash with confusion and wonder, I was consumed with lust and frustration. I wanted her, but I didn't want her to feel the way she did about this. I reached out and touched her head. I closed my eyes. I could "see" in some strange way the way her emotions and thoughts were stirring in her, and I could feel the strong energies and feeling surging inside myself. As my hand passed into her head, however, the energies in me began to move. They flowed quickly like water and filled her. She moaned allow, which brought my eyes quickly open. My hand was on her forehead, her eyes were closed, but her small hands were busy, rubbing up and down her body. My frustration had ebbed to some degree, and for a moment, common sense almost came back to me. Apparently, by passing my desires into her, I had lost some of the sharpness of mine. I didn't have much time to think about this though. Watching my young sister stroke her hands up and down her body was too much for me to bear.

Her eyes came open and she look directly into my eyes. "I feel so ... ohhh..., I feel so..." she cooed, her hands rubbing roughly across her small breasts still concealed by the blue night shirt. "What is happening?" she asked as her hand wandered down her body.

My mind was too overwhelmed for talking. Touching, groping, fucking, that was what I wanted and I wanted it now. The powerful energies lifted and swirled in my mind. The image of the room and my excited sister grew brighter. I could feel the flow of energies emerging from me and leaping across the short distance to my sister's body. She was charged up as I was because I seemed to be somehow feeding my horniness into her. Her hand reached her pink panty covered crotch and pressed there hard. A soft moan escaped her lips, and her eyes closed to narrow slits. In the background I could her a woman on tv moaning just like my young sister was. I glanced momentarily to the tv. A nude woman was sitting on a man's lap bouncing up and down and obviously enjoying herself. I turned back to face my sister. Her eyes were looking to the tv as well, but her hands were now inside her panties, vigorously stoking her virgin slit.

I couldn't take it anymore. I reached out and grabbed hold of my sister by her nightshirt. She hardly seemed to notice as I drew her to me. With nearly closed eyes, she continued to quickly rub herself, and was working her self up in to a state of excitement that was all too familiar to me. I didn't want her to get to the top first, so placed my hand on the back of hers and pushed down, stopping her hand from moving. Her eyes opened wide and she looked straight into my eyes.

"I want to do it" I said, "Take off your clothes." For a moment, there was a flash of hesitation in her eyes, but soon the sexual energies that were flowing from me to her weakened her resistance. She quickly stripped off her nightshirt, revealing her small, just budding breasts. They thrust out proudly, just begging for attention. As she went to peel off her panties, I began rubbing my hands over her breasts. I had never touched a girl's breast before. She jumped and writhed at my touch as if my hands had sent a shock into her. I drew back momentarily, but as I did she pushed her breasts forward more, into my hands again. Her panties fell to the floor.

"This is bad" she said in a whisper. As she said it, she reached across the short gap between us and wrapped her hand around my hard cock. "This is very bad" she said, as a quirky grin spread across her face. "If mommy finds out... ohhhhhh!", she suddenly moaned as my hand found her little cunt. For a moment, we were both still, just savoring the feeling of the first touches by another on our most private parts. She was first to move as she started pulling and rubbing my cock. She did it so perfectly that it was as if I were doing it myself. Somehow she knew exactly how to do it. In a way, I could feel her drawing how to do it from my mind, the knowledge passing across the arch of energy between our two bodies. I, on the other hand, had no such information, at least not at first. I clumsily groped at her little pussy, rubbing with my whole hand, and trying to work fingers in where I could. However, after a few moments, I began to know that I wasn't doing it right. I could somehow feel it. I changed my touches, trying different fingers and combinations of fingers, rubbing different spots. Finally, I found it. My sister announced my discovery with a loud cry and a sudden arching of her body. She twisted and moaned.

"Ohhh.. That feels so good!", she cried out quite loudly. Her eyes opened and she looked down at her hand that was stroking me so good. "I like this... I like this a lot!" "You are very good at touching me" I gasped out. "Rub me some more" was her response. "I want to try something... better" I said somewhat cautiously. Her eyes gazed directly into mine. "I don't know what you want" she said in a very serious sounding voice "but I want to do it."

I reluctantly drew her hand from me. I reached out and grabbed her body and drew her slowly to me. She looked down and watched our bodies draw together. The moment my cock pressed against her, I felt a sudden surge to the top. If not for my months of self-practice, I would have blown right then. I breathed. My sister watched me with some concern in her eyes, perhaps fearful she had already done something wrong. Just as I got my self under control, she looked up at my face with a somewhat confused look.

"Why... am I doing this" she asked in a strange, halting voice. "Because we want to" I responded, though I felt the answer was wrong, it felt like a lie. She smiled weakly as she looked at my face. I looked down at her young, hardly developed body and felt a renewed surge of energy. As the pulse passed through my body, I knew from her sudden twitch that she felt it too. Her eyes closed for a moment, then reopened half way. Her smile changed to a lusty one like I'd seen the women on tv do. "You're right... we do want to" she said, putting me at ease. For a moment I had feared that this moment of fantasy might suddenly turn bad. She began humping against my body, my cock rubbing against the outside of her pussy. Her lust filled face stared directly into mine. Deep inside, I felt suddenly wrong about this whole thing, but my body's desires were so strong that this common sense was soon buried again.

For a while, we just rubbed against each others bodies, my cock growing harder than it ever had. Wetness dripped from between her legs, and her body shuddered with each stroke forward. I wanted more. I looked at her. She was totally overcome with lust. She would do anything I asked. I could somehow see that now. The stream of lustful energies no longer were flowing from my body into hers. Her body was maintaining the energies I had given her now on its own. I closed my eyes for a moment, and I could see it. A glowing red cloud surrounded my little sister's body. I had put it there somehow, just like I had put the "bad haze" there before. At this point in time, however, I didn't care. I wanted her and I was going to have her. "Grab my dick" I told her calmly. She did so instantly and looked to me for further instruction. "Rub it against your pussy while you hold it" I ordered. She closed her sexy green eyes and began to obey me. Little gasps and moans escaped her as she did. Soon my cock was completely coated in her juices. "Put it inside you." I wanted her to do it. Somehow, inside me seemed to feel better if she did it herself, even knowing that I was responsible for her being that way. For a few moments, she slid my hardness back and forth across her tight little hole without getting it in. Then, with a small gasp, she began to slowly guide it into her. Across her face, I could see little winces of pain chipping at the mask of lust she wore, but each time, the horny lustful look just returned. An incredible tightness and heat wrapped my hard cock. Slowly, it inched into her deeper and deeper. A struggle came across her face again, but this time she managed to come up from the possession of lust for a moment. She struggled to say something, but now, even with open eyes, I could see the red cloud overtaking her, choking down her own desires.

"I can't ... we can't .." She gasped out, which was just as quickly followed by a low moan. The fight inside her mind was quite evident on her face, as she went from looks of lust to confusion and fear then back to lust. "Mommy said... only.." Her eyes opened and closed wildly for a moment, and her tight cunt got impossibly tighter around my cock. Stories of men getting stuck inside women, ones I had heard on the school bus, suddenly came to my mind, but they quickly washed away. "Only married people... only when..." my young sister continued to struggle with herself, even as she slid her cunt further down my cock. I knew what she was trying to say.

"Don't worry" I reassured her as best I could, my mind desperately whirling with sexual energies, while trying to find a good reason that she should do this. Nothing good came out, so I tossed out a lame excuse, "I'm teaching you how.... You have to be taught how.... " I struggled for a few more moments, while she opened her eyes and watched my face. "I'm your brother so I'm supposed to teach you how... I don't count...only other men". That was a really, really bad excuse. Inside my body, for a moment I felt the energies that had risen so high in me began to drop off. I was so sure she'd never accept that story. Suddenly, she smiled at me, and the pain was all gone from her face.

"I love you, my brother" she said with the happiest smile I had ever seen on her face. I was confused for a moment, but I didn't have long to think about it for she suddenly pushed herself completely on top of me, pushing me back down into the sofa I had been watching tv on before. With a loud cry, she thrust her virgin cunt all the way down on my cock. For a moment, there was a great pressure inside her, then it was gone. Suddenly she was bucking and riding my cock as if her life depended on it. Her lips formed a tight "o" and an almost silent cry was coming from her. My cock thrust deeper into her than I could have imagined. Her tight cunt clutched my cock, pulling on me better than my hand had ever done.

"Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes" She began to chant, imitating the woman who was having sex on tv at the same moment we were. "Oh yes, Teach me! Teach me how to do it!" She cried out loudly. Each thrust seemed deeper and harder. I felt the powerful energies in my body focusing down into my belly. I watched from beneath my sister as she humped wildly down on my cock. I knew I was going to reach the top soon. I reached up and grabbed my young sister's breasts. She suddenly moaned louder than she had before, and her eyes opened and flashed wildly. She began to convulse and twitch, still thrusting down hard on my dick. I knew she was at the top, and just the thought of that, knowing that my little sister was reaching this height of pleasure for the first time on my cock, pushed me over the top. I closed my eyes as the most incredible surge of power I had ever felt in my life tore through me. I grabbed my small sister and drew her down flat against my chest. Boom! Boom! Explosions of light filled my mind. I clutched my sister tightly as my cock spewed out load after load of cum into her tight little cunt. In my mind, I could see something strange though. As my orgasm blew into her body, the colors I could see deep inside my sister, stuff that I felt was the difference between her and me, her soul perhaps, was completely enveloped by the strange energies that were now surging into her body from mine. Shortly I could no longer see any of the colors other than the ones that had emerged from me into her body. I opened my eyes and looked at her.

She looked up at my face from on my chest. A strange smile was on her face. An odd look of complete satisfaction seemed to cover her. I watched her for a moment in silence, and then she said the words I had only heard girls say in my fantasies.

"I'm yours now" she said in a sleepy voice, "now and forever. You can do with me whatever you wish. I want you to." The words were directly from my dreams. Whenever I fantasized about the girls I could never have in school, I always had them say that to me. Now those words were coming from my little sister's mouth, as if somehow I had passed them from my body into hers via my orgasm. I looked directly into her eyes. She wasn't lying. I could tell by the look on her face. I had changed something in her. She would be mine to have anyway I wanted from that point on.

Soon, I was in bed. My sister had went off to her room only after I had ordered her to do so. I was now scared. What had I done? Had I broken my sister's mind and made her into my own personal sex toy? I lay in bed not sleeping. I remembered the image I saw in my mind of the colors that were my sister being over come by the colors that rushed into her from my body. Was she still in her body or was she destroyed? I shuddered in my bed. Perhaps I had killed my little sister's soul just to satisfy my own lust. The horrific guilt of it chewed at me. I lay in bed feeling sick, with a sudden strange wracking headache, and wondered what my future held.

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