 
                     CAMP: Ron’s Journey, Chapter 1
 
_Part 1: Learning Curve_
 
Chapter 1
 
Dawn - In more ways than One
 
 
 
            Ronald Chaffey was thirteen when he finally realized he
was, shall we say, unique.  Ronald, or Ron to everyone except his
mother when she was angry, was a quiet, unimposing kid.  He was by no
means ugly, but wasn't really handsome either.  Plain was the best word
to describe him.  Not a jock, but fit, because he liked to swim a lot. 
Not competitively, but just for recreation.  He was somewhat of a
bookworm, though nobody ever called him a nerd.  He had black hair,
which he kept short; a fit body, and a quick mind.  He didn't have many
friends, mainly because he was very shy.  He always worried about other
people rejecting him.  What he was about to discover didn't help that
impression very much.
 
            Ron had always noticed he was able to get his way with his
family and his few friends very easily all through life.  He didn't
really think about it much, it was just the way things were.  Ron was
the middle child in a family of three kids.  Dawn, his older sister,
was fifteen, and a real looker.  She was tall and slim, with shoulder
length dirty blonde hair, a beautiful pair of tits and a nice ass.  She
always acted superior, but she looked out for Ron, and was always
willing to give in to him during an argument.  His younger sister,
Nikki, was something of a pain.  She was always whining about
everything.  Nikki was 10, and going through her "me" phase.  Actually,
to Ron it seemed as if she had been going through her "me" phase since
about age 5, but nobody cared what he thought about it.
 
            Ron didn't realize that he was not just a normal kid.  Ron
was a very special individual: a true psionic, and a rather strong one
at that.  He had been manipulating minds since the day he was born,
without any effort at all.  Of course, until that one fateful day that
happens to all psionics, he knew nothing about it.
 
            Ron’s fateful day finally came while he was walking home
from school.  There was a gang in his junior high school that took
great pleasure in beating the crap out of smart, unpopular kids.  They
hadn't gotten around to Ron yet, for whatever reason.  But today was
*his* day.
 
            "Hey Chaffey, where ya goin'?"  The biggest one, Dale,
strode right up to him and blocked his path.
 
            "I'm going home, Dale.  Could you please get out of my way?"
 
            "Ooh.  Big words, tough guy.  Why don't you make me?
 
            Now, Ron was in no way capable of handling Dale.  Dale was
sixteen and still in ninth grade.  He was a weight-lifter, and a
martial arts student.  Ron knew he either had to find a way to talk
himself out of this, or he was going to get hurt.  He really didn't
have high hopes for talking, though.
 
            "Look, Dale, I just want to go home.  Now get out of my
way."  As he said those last words, a funny feeling filled his head,
and Dale took on a peculiar look.  For a moment, he feared Dale would
deck him, but all of a sudden, Dale turned to his friends and said,
"Ah, let's go.  He's not worth the effort."
 
            His friends followed after him, but Ron could tell from the
looks on their faces that this was not what they had expected Dale to
do.  Ron walked home in total confusion.  *Why did he turn away?  And
what was that feeling I had just then?*
 
            When Ron got home, he headed for his room.  His mother
called up to him, "Ron, honey!  Your Dad will be here to pick you up in
an hour!"
 
            "Aw, shit," Ron muttered to himself.  His dad was the last
thing he wanted to deal with now.  His father had divorced his mom when
Ron was ten.  Over the past three years his dad had tried to turn him
against his mother.  His father was a real jackass, one of those
white-supremacist, anti-Semitic, has- the- solution- to- everything
assholes who have no clues about reality.  He never understood why his
mom had married the guy, and was just as glad he was gone.  The court
had given his father, Mike, visitation rights, and Mike followed them
to the letter.  Ron headed downstairs to talk with his mom.
 
            "Mom?  I'm really not in the mood to deal with Dad this
weekend.  I've told you how he is."
 
            "Now, Ron.  I know you're not happy with the situation, but
the judge gave him the right to see you."
 
            "Yeah, but what happened to MY rights?  Where's my right
NOT to see HIM?"
 
            "Ronald, don't you use that tone with me, young man!  Now
you get ready to go with your father.  Now."
 
            As his mother turned her back, Ron felt that weird feeling
in his head again.  He was never sure *why* he said what he said next,
or why he said it with such confidence.  "I am NOT going with Dad
today, or any more.  You and he will just have to deal with it."
 
            His mother turned around, hand raised to slap him for his
insolence, but as soon as she saw his eyes, she froze.  It wasn't the
emotion she saw there, for there wasn't one.  It was simply as if she
could not resist what he had said.
 
            "Okay, Ron."  She lowered her arm to her side, "If that's
what you want, I'll tell your father."
 
            "Thanks Mom.  I'll be upstairs in my room."
 
            As Ron was about to leave, she called out, "Make sure you
do your homework before you watch TV."
 
            "Okay."  Ron headed for his room, more confused now than he
was when he got home.  Well, not entirely.  He was smart, and he was
beginning to see a pattern. 

            *Every time I get the funny feeling, people do what I tell
them to.  Wait, I'm missing something: Mom didn't do what I said until
she *looked* at me.  Hmm.  I wish I could experiment, but I don't know
how to make the funny feeling come back.*  He needn't have worried
about that:  the funny feeling was only the use of the power.  The
power was always there, but he didn't know that yet.
 
            He thought about it for about forty-five minutes, and was
starting to understand some strange events of his life, when he heard
yelling from downstairs.
 
            "Don't you tell *me* I can't see my son, you bitch!"
 
            "He doesn't want to see you, Mike.  I can't force him to
go."
 
            "Then why isn't *he* here to tell me that?  You're just
making this up so..."  He stopped, because he saw Ron at the bottom of
the stairs.
 
            "Ron, what the hell is going on?  What has this bitch
screwed into your brain?"
 
            "Nothing, *Mike*.  I have decided that I'm not going to
listen to you badmouth my Mom anymore.  Just because you don't like
her, that's no reason I should have to listen to you talk mean about
her."
 
            "You listen here, mister!  You will refer to me as-"
 
            "Fuck you!"  Ron's mother turned white at that, and Ron
wasn't sure he looked much better.  He had no idea where this all was
coming from.  He knew swear words, of course, but he never used them in
front of his parents, for obvious reasons.  Right now, it didn't seem
to matter, though.  He had that feeling again. "I've had all of you I'm
going to take!  I AM NOT going to go with you, now or EVER again! 
Leave this house *now*, and don't ever come back!"  Ron finished,  and
he was sure that if he had been looking in a mirror, his expression
would have cracked it.  He was wrong.
 
            Mike looked into his son's face and saw... nothing.  There
was not the slightest hint of anger or rage, despite his raised voice. 
Somehow, he felt compelled to do exactly as his son... ordered.  There
was no other word for it.  "Ronny... what are you saying?"
 
            Mike was stronger willed than most; he needed more
'encouraging'.  "Leave this house.  NOW!  Returning would be a very bad
idea."  Ron left that statement hanging, and was gratified to see his
Dad hurrying out the door.  He looked at his mom and asked, "What're we
having for dinner?"  He wasn't trying to be cool, he was trying to
change the subject.
 
            "Um... I don't know yet.  Uhhh,  Ron?  What...."
 
            "What is it, Mom?  Are you worried about Dad?"
 
            Ron's mom either figured Ron had no clue as to what was
wrong here, or she didn't want to discuss it.  "What would you like to
have for dinner?"
 
            "Ummm,  hey, we haven't had pizza in a while.  And you look
like you had a rough day at work.  Why don't we just have a couple of
them delivered?"
 
            "A couple?  Are you *that* hungry?  Or did you forget that
neither of your sisters will be home for supper?"
 
            "Oh, that's right.  Sorry, I'd forgot.  Why don't I order
it, while you go take your shower and stuff."
 
            "Okay, that's fine.  I'll leave the money on the table.  Be
sure to call me when it gets here."  She started to go upstairs, then
she stopped, turned, and said, "Ron?"
 
            "Yeah, Mom?"
 
            "Thanks for sticking up for me with your father."
 
            "No sweat.  You know I never liked him, Mom."
 
            "Okay.  Order the pizza now.  I'll be in the shower."  She
continued up the stairs, but she was still puzzled by the events of the
day.
 
            She wasn't the only one.  Ron was thoroughly confused now. 
He ordered the pizza, then sat down to watch some television.  He never
even managed to turn the set on, so engrossed was he in his thoughts.
 
*            Okay, the feeling seems to come when I want it to.  Or
maybe it comes when I'm angry?  No, that's not right.  I wasn't angry
at Dale:  I was terrified.  Maybe it just needs a strong emotion. 
Let's see, there are lots of strong emotions.  Hate, Anger, Rage,
Happiness, Love, Lust....*
 
            That last thought seemed to come unbidden.  So did the
picture of Jessica Simmons that popped into his head.  Jessica was in
his history class.  She was a slim, brown-haired, green-eyed beauty. 
She didn't have much in the chest, but she made up for it with her
legs, ass, and face.  She was always teasing Ron.  He wanted madly to
ask her out, but he knew it was futile.  She'd never say yes if he
asked, but, more importantly, he'd never have the courage to ask.  *But
what if I could make her go out with me?*
 
            He let his thoughts wander along this tangent until the
pizza arrived.  The only conclusion he'd come to was that he needed to
think about it some more.  And maybe practice a bit, if that was
possible.
 
 
 
            Dinner passed without incident, mainly because neither of
them wanted to talk about it.  After dinner, Ron excused himself up to
his room, and his mother watched some TV.
 
            For the next four hours, Ron's thought pattern went
something like this: *If I can make people do what I want... But how do
I inspire a strong emotion in myself on command?  And why do they only
obey, if that's what's happening, when they look at me?  What else am I
missing?  Who do I try this stuff on?  It's got to be someone who won't
talk... Maybe Dawn and Nikki?  They might tell Mom, though.  But not if
they didn't know what was going on.  What could I make them do?  Well,
Nikki could be nicer to me... Dawn's okay, but she's always putting me
down... What about Jessica......*  At this point, he fell off into
fantasy until he regained himself and started all over again.
 
            Ron's mother went to bed at 11:00.  She came in and gave
him his usual hug.  Just for the hell of it, he added a kiss on the
cheek tonight.  Purely innocent, something she would write off to the
unusual day.  Neither she nor Ron knew it was a precursor of things to
come.
 
            Ron got back on track to his problem.  Though he was an
excellent student, and his best subject was the Sciences, nothing he'd
ever read helped him here.  He did remember something from a psychology
book, something about hypnotism.... No, this wasn't the same
phenomenon: too quick, and too forced.  At least, he didn't think so. 
He decided to try some small experiments when Dawn got home.  Nikki was
staying over at a friend's house, so she wouldn't be around to get in
their way.  It was Friday night, so his mom didn't really care how late
he stayed up.
 
            Dawn got home around 11:30.  She'd been out with her
girlfriends, to the movies or something.  She stopped in Ron's room,
since his door was open.
 
            "Hey, Ron, " she said quietly, "I thought this was your
weekend with Dad."
 
            Ron tried to control his voice.  He was still upset about
this evening.  "I'm not going with that bastard anymore.  I'm tired of
listening to him talk about Mom."  As he was saying this, he was
concentrating very hard on his sister.  It was dim in the room, with
only a small light on, so she couldn't see him staring.  In his head,
he was trying to tell her, <*P**lace your left hand on your right
shoulder.>*  This was an important test:  he needed to know whether or
not his... power? ... was real, and, if so, could he do it silently, or
did he have to make his commands vocal.
 
            "Good for you, Ron.  None of us liked Dad those last
years.  At least Nikki and I were lucky enough that he didn't want to
see us.  I really feel sorry for you, having to deal with him these
last few years."  As she was talking, her left hand idly strayed up to
her right shoulder.  Not being a totally unnatural act, she didn't
really notice.  And she couldn't see the look of utter astonishment on
her brother's face.
 
            "Thanks, Dawn.  Well, I guess I should get to bed.  How
about you?"  He didn't want to press his luck just yet, and he needed
to think about his next moves, so he wanted her out of the room.
 
            "Well, yeah I need sleep, but I've also got a project for
school to work on.  I don't suppose I could trouble you for some help
tomorrow?"  His sister was the first to admit that her younger brother
was far more intelligent than she was.
 
            "You know the rules, Dawn.  I'll be glad to help you.  For
a price."
 
            "Yeah, OK, OK.  What this time?"  This was standard
procedure.  He'd probably have her doing his chores for a week.  It
didn't matter:  she really needed the help.
 
            He had other ideas in mind, but he couldn't tell her that. 
"Well, we'll see, depending on how much I have to do.  Now, go on,
Sis.  I've gotta get some sleep.  That fight with Dad really wore me
out."  He knew playing on her sympathies would work: it always had.
 
            "OK, bro.  Talk to you in the morning."  She left for her
room next door, and he closed the door.  Well, almost.  He knew his
sister wasn't going to be asleep for at least another hour.  He wasn't
sure he'd be getting any sleep at all.
 
            I found out three things from that.  One, whatever this is,
really is.  Dawn never does that motion on her own, or at least I've
never seen her do it before.  Two, it works silently.  Finally, and
most confusing, it worked with her not looking at me.  But Mom didn't
react until.... Oh, wait.  All the times this has worked, it's not that
they were looking at me, but that I had a mental image of them.  Hey,
that's it!  But, wait.  Is that the right answer?  Damn.  I wish I had
a way....  Aha!
 
            Dawn was quietly reading some information for her project. 
She didn't want to take advantage of Ron, she just needed his help. 
Ron was a typical straight "A" student; he even tutored students five
months out of the year to make extra money.  He certainly could help
her with this.
 
            Dawn was wearing her nightgown, with a light robe over it. 
Absently, she pulled the robe off and set it on the bed.  She continued
her reading, but presently she felt the need to go to the bathroom. 
Normally, she would not have left her room without her robe; she was
very conservative about her body, but this time, for whatever reason,
she chose not to bother with it.  She walked out of her room to the
bathroom.
 
*            YES!!!!  It works!  Calm down, Ron, it could be a
coincidence.  Never mind that it is something she's never done before,
it could be spontaneous.  Well, maybe, but if phase two works...*
 
            Now Dawn was confused.  She finished up in the bathroom,
and looked at herself in the mirror.  The look she saw on her face was
oddly blank.  For reasons she would never be able to verbalize, she
pulled off her nightgown.  Now she was completely naked.  She took a
long look at her body in the mirror on the back of the door.  5'7",
slim, fit, 36C breasts, beautifully sculpted thighs, and an ass that
wouldn't quit.  She was proud of her body, but also very protective of
it.  She never went around the house without being fully covered, in at
least her robe, or shorts and a T-shirt.  Tonight, however, she opened
the door and walked slowly, proudly to her room, carrying her nightgown
over her shoulder.
 
*            Fucking awesome!  Damn, she has got one hell of a body.  I
wonder if I could... Ooh.  she would be so fine.  And that would be an
ultimate test.  If I can get my sister to fuck me, without telling Mom
afterwards, then maybe I can go after Jessica...*
 
            Dawn made it back to her room, and Ron lay down to make his
plans for tomorrow.  His mother had a business meeting, Nikki wouldn't
be back until late Sunday, so it would just be Dawn and him tomorrow. 
If all went well, he would exact a high price for helping her with her
project.  With these thoughts, Ron finally drifted off to sleep.
 
 
 
            Morning came very quickly for Ron.  It seemed as if he'd
only been asleep for a few minutes.  He took a look at his alarm clock,
and he knew his mother was already gone for the day.  He thought over
his plans for the day before getting out of bed, stroking himself all
the while.  He stopped that quickly, not wanting to waste anything.  He
did wonder how he had gone from normal kid to pervert in less than a
day, but then reminded himself that any teenager with the power he
seemed to have would do the same damned thing.  That satisfied him, for
now, and so he set his plan in motion.
 
            He headed for the shower, knowing his sister had just
finished up with hers.  He stepped into the shower, and let his body
warm up to the hot water.  Then, he tilted his head back, and started
forming an image....
 
            Dawn was brushing her hair.  She was wondering what Ron
would want from her for his help.  All of a sudden, Dawn had an image
of Ron that she had never had before:  One of him wet, lathering
himself in the shower.  Next, she saw his cock, hard as iron, pumping
away in her pussy.  The call was irresistible.  She thought to herself,
*Maybe he'd be interested in my services, too...*
 
            Dawn got up and walked to the bathroom, still completely
naked from her shower.  She slipped quietly into the bathroom.  She
could see Ron's shadow through the shower curtain, and she knew that he
tended to space out while showering, his mind always thinking about
something.  She stepped to the back of the tub, lifted the edge of the
shower curtain very carefully, and stepped inside.  The air was hot and
steamy, but she had a clear view of her brother's backside.  She
admired the view for a minute, then, with a tentative hand, she fondled
his asscheek.
 
            Ron knew he had to pretend to be surprised, but his body
almost betrayed him.  He faked a jump, half-turned and said, "What are
you doing, Dawn?"
 
            "Ron, um... I don't know how to say this.  I need your help
with my project, and... well, I thought maybe..."  By this time, she
had turned Ron all the way around, without much resistance on his
part.  As her words trailed off, her hand reached down and stroked his
cock.
 
            "Are you proposing a trade of services, Dawn?  Just what
are you suggesting?"  He was having fun, now.  He realized that she
thought this was HER idea.  This was a new twist.  He'd have to figure
out why later.  Right now, his mind was.... elsewhere.
 
            Dawn had knelt in front of him, and, without a word, she
had started jacking his cock in her hand.  With her other hand, she
gently fondled his balls.  When she planted a kiss right on his
piss-hole, he shuddered.
 
            "Oh, yeah, Dawn.  Suck it, suck it hard."
 
            And so she did.  Dawn took as much of his shaft into her
mouth as she could, swirling her tongue around it and sucking for all
she was worth.  Her cheeks were caving in from the vacuum, and Ron knew
he couldn't take much more of this, but he really didn't care.  A few
more moments, and he came, squirting what felt like buckets of come
down her throat.  She swallowed all of it, and kept sucking until she
got it all.  Then she stood up, pressed herself against him, and said,
"Have we got a deal?"
 
            "Um, yes I think we can come to some sort of agreement,
Dawn."  It was very hard for him to talk just then, but somehow he
managed.  She didn't help any by giving him a kiss full on the lips,
either.
 
            "Well, I'll let you finish your shower now.  I'll be
downstairs.  Tell you what, I'll make scrambled eggs and bacon for
breakfast, okay?"
 
            Dawn rarely made breakfast for him, which was too bad,
because she was good at it.  He wasn't about to pass up this
opportunity.  "Alright!  Thanks, Dawn.  For... all of it."
 
            She just gave him an impish smile and left, going to her
room to get dressed.  In the middle of buttoning her blouse it finally
hit her.  *Oh my God!  What the hell did I just do?  I just blew my own
BROTHER!  Shit, what if he tells Mom?  I mean, he didn't stop me, but I
nearly raped him in there!  I've got to get him to promise not to tell,
no matter what!*  She couldn't know what his price would be, and she
wasn't prepared to pay it, but she really didn't have a choice in the
matter.  After all, it hadn't been her idea in the first place.
 
 
 
            Breakfast was a strained event.  Ron had to at least act
like something odd had just happened.  The hard part for him was not
dancing down  the stairs to the kitchen.  He realized that she thought
the whole thing was her idea, but he had no clue as to why.  However,
he could tell by the look on her face that reality had settled firmly
back into her head, and she was upset, and *afraid*.  This could be
useful,  he thought.
 
            After breakfast, they got to work on her project.
 
            "What's the project for, Sis?"
 
            "It's a biology project, I've got to demonstrate the Crabs
cycle, or whatever."  She was horrible with science terms.
 
            "I believe you mean the Kreb's cycle.  That shouldn't pose
too much of a problem, though I haven't studied that sort of stuff in a
while.  Let's see what the assignment is..."
 
            They worked for hours.  It was a complicated assignment,
and he knew that, under normal circumstances, he would have gotten her
to do his chores for at least two weeks for this.  However, he had
different goals in mind.  All day long, he had been forming images of
her completely undressed, screwing him madly.  This kept his sister off
balance, unfocused, and got her very horny.  Around 3:00 they wrapped
up the project.
 
            "Well, that's about it, Dawn.  I think you can handle the
final write-up, don't you?"  In his head, he was forming pictures of
her throwing him down on the bed and ripping his clothes off.
 
            "Yeah, I can do that, no prob.  Now then, I think you
deserve your payment now..."  She moved close to him, placed both hands
on his shirt, and ripped.  He was only wearing a thin T-shirt, so it
ripped pretty easily, except for the collar.  She tore this off over
his head, and pushed him back onto the bed.  He decided to play this
one up a bit.
 
            "Wh-what are you doing, Dawn?"
 
            "Quiet, Ron.  I'm just fulfilling our bargain."  She tore
at his jeans until she got the belt undone and his pants off.  He was
trying not to cooperate TOO much, but it was hard.  Now that she had
him naked except for his underwear, she started on her own clothes. 
For this, he’d imagined her taking her time, trying to turn him on. 
Not that this was necessary:  his cock was hard as a rock and straining
at his briefs as it was.  Slowly she peeled off her T-shirt, leaving
her bare-chested. *Oh, geez, what a view*, he thought. Next went her
shorts, and finally her panties.  *Much better than the view last
night.*  Now, carefully, she worked his underwear down his legs and
off.  She lay on the bed, her head right at his crotch, and again she
started licking his cock.  

            Ron reached over and fondled his sister's ass.  Just the
right combination of soft yet firm.  He didn't want to push his luck,
but he just HAD to touch her pussy.  Slowly, he reached down and
stroked lightly across her lips.  Her reaction was immediate and
favorable.  He continued this until she sat up.
 
            "Okay, Ron, baby.  It's time I paid you for your help." 
With this, she straddled his waist and slowly lowered herself onto his
dick, guiding it in with one hand, while her other hand massaged one
breast.  Her tunnel was heaven to Ron.  All the things that were
pleasure were wrapped up in this one sensation, and God was she *tight*!
 
            Slowly, teasingly she lowered herself down until their hips
met.  Then slowly she'd raise herself back up until just the very tip
of his cock was inside her.  She kept this up for a while, until she
had brought herself to a point where she was about to explode.  All of
a sudden, her movements grew much quicker.  Ron reached up and started
rubbing her tits, paying special attention to the nipples, which were
standing at full attention by now.  Dawn's actions became frantic,
until, all of a sudden, her back arched, her body froze, and her mouth
opened in a silent wail of ecstasy.  Her pussy muscles were squeezing
and milking Ron's cock for all it was worth, and he couldn't take any
more.  His come spilled forth from his dick with the power of a fire
hose, or at least that's what it felt like.
 
            Slowly, they both came down from their climaxes, and
cuddled together on the bed, Ron's shrinking cock still buried in his
sister's pussy.  His sister was finally coming back to reality, and Ron
saw the look of terror appear on her face.
 
            "Ohmigod!  Ron, what have I done!  I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to..."  She paused, because she was confused by the look on his face. 
"Ron?  What is it?"
 
            "Dawn, you've been a very bad girl.  What do you think Mom
would do if I told her what you just did?"  Ron was enjoying his new
power over his sister, and this part had nothing to do with.... the
Power.
 
            "Oh, Geez, Ron, Please NO!  I'll do anything, *anything*! 
Just please don't tell Mom!"  Dawn was almost panicked by now, so Ron
thought he'd let her off the hook.
 
            "Okay, okay, Sis.  Calm down.  I won't tell Mom, but there
is a price.  From now on,  you do as I say.  You won't put me down
anymore, and you'll be a lot nicer."
 
            "Okay, sure.  No problem, Ron."
 
            "I'm not through, Dawn.  There's one more thing."
 
            Dawn wasn't sure she wanted to hear the "one more thing". 
"W-what is it, Ron?"
 
            "You and I will do this," and he gestured to the bed,
"again, and whenever I want it.  Otherwise, I just might have a
conscience attack, and tell Mom."
 
            "Ron, NO!  You can't..."  And then it started to dawn on
her that he had been in no way surprised by the day's events.  *But
how?  I mean, I've been thinking all this stuff.  I never said
anything.  He's got me.  I don't know how, but he's got me.*  And, she
silently admitted to herself, it hadn't been half bad.  Her brother had
let her do it at her pace, which was a lot better than any of her
boyfriends.
 
            "Okay, Ron.  You win.  But, from now on, we'll need to use
protection.  You know, a condom."
 
            That thought had never occurred to Ron.  He really didn't
want to get his sister pregnant.  That involved far too many
complications that he was not prepared in any way to deal with. 
"Shit.  I hadn't thought of that.  What about today?"
 
            "Don't worry about today, there's very little chance.  It's
the wrong time in my cycle for it. But there is still a very small
chance it could happen.  If we're going to....do it.... more often,
we'll need to use protection.  I can't go on the pill without a doctor,
and he won't do it without Mom...."  She didn't have to go any
further.  "So you'll need to wear a condom from now on."
 
            "Okay, I can live with that.  But you have to buy them. 
That is another part of our bargain."  His sister screwed up her face
at that:  she didn't want to be seen buying condoms, but she nodded her
assent.
 
            "Good.  Now, I've got to go watch MacGuyver.  Talk to you
later."
 
            As Ron left the room, his sister sat thinking about the
day.  *I don't know how he did it, but I've been well and truly had. 
Oh, well.  There could be worse things...*  The memory of their recent
coupling still fresh in her mind.... and other parts.
 
