The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

With a crouch and no time for warning, Thea displayed the true potential power behind those deceptible soft, looking thick thighs of hers with the eruption of force she created by jumping into the air. Wind buffeted against my face, having me squint furiously; on the other hand, Thea only needed to close one eye, as her right one was mostly protected by the blond veil of hair covering it.

We reached the peak of her jump before I could even realize it, then promptly proceeded to head down as gravity took the wheel. It felt as though I could slip off and plummet to my death at any moment, but Thea’s single arm was apparently more than enough to keep me locked in place.

Creating a loud crash that felt like it shook the pavement around us, Thea landed directly beside her motorcycle; she leaned into the fall, crouching her hips in an effort to cushion out and disperse the shock into the ground that cracked beneath her feet.

“God-Fu-Damnit..” Thea muttered to herself, dropping me without warning where I landed directly onto my ass. She glanced down and shook her head; she blew aside the veil over her right eye and leaned down to pull at her boots that had sunk into the ground.

I winced from the with the ground and begrudgingly rose up with a hand rubbing my rear. Unlike my sister of mine, I don’t have a tushie with enough meaty bounce-back to jiggle me back onto my feet after a landing like that.

“F-Fucking.. Shit...” I watched my sister struggle for a bit, finding it amusing. Here she is, a chick whose strength can only be contested by Mom, and yet she’s struggling to pull her boots out of the ground.

Stepping back, I saw her bend down to get a better grasp on her feet. In the process, though, her mighty round peach of an ass was thrust toward me. The jiggly rear jiggled and wobbled, akin to twerking, while she tried and failed to get her boots out.

As she was distracted, I quickly took my phone and scored a few pics and even a short recording of her bouncing backside. Seeing this is all the more appealing when I did nothing to make it happen; this show she’s giving me is all her.

But that said.

I really want to go home. Mommy needs to put her mind and body to work; I’m going to run her through the wringer. It’s what she gets for being entirely defeated and outplayed by the son she brought into the world. A son so exorbitantly weaker than her in power I couldn’t even assign a number to it.

“Thea,” I walked around the teasing bounce to her ass, my sister’s sharp blue eye glared at me, and I could assume her other eye was doing the same thing.

“What?! I’m fucking...”

“You literally have super strength. Just pull—” I looked down, “Oh, those are your favorite boots! Haha~” This became even more hilarious. Of course, my sister could rip those boots out of the cement if she wanted to, but those poor boots might not survive in the process.

“Shut up,” She clenched her teeth, “J-Just shut up,”

“Okay, okay, calm down. Geeze,” I said, raising my hands like she could pounce at any moment. Which, she could, but since that may damage those boots of hers, I doubt she would.

Honestly, though I do feel a slight ounce of sympathy seeing her like this, it wouldn’t be fun to fuck with her if she’s depressed over those boots. And they are a pretty nice-looking pair of booties. A dark, somewhat neon red that fits the color scheme of pants she typically settles with and extends up the shape of her muscularly shaped calves.

“You see, it’s situations like this where super strength can be an issue.” I approached her and got down to one knee.

“Oh, fuck off.” She spat her face now beside mine, this time without a large bout of kissing. “I can get these out; I just—”

The fingers on my left hand wrapped around her upper calf on one leg at the top of her boot, the other grabbed lower. “Don’t want to damage them? Yeah, so just angle it like... this,” I pulled her leg gently forward and to the side. She moved her leg with the motion after initially flinching, “And pull up...” With a gradual upwards tug, I was able to pop her leg right out of the hole. “I know, amazing, right? I’m pretty cool.”

“What-H-How did...” They had trouble finding the appropriate words; she waggled her freed foot. My sister gave me a perturbed stare, almost unsure of what to say, “Thanks...?” She said as if the response was mandatory more than genuine.

“Sure,” I stood up, “Can we go home?”

Thea rose up too but glanced down at her other foot, “Uh, yeah. But...”

“Oh,”

I got back down and did the same general thing as before, freeing her spare foot. Thea appeared visibly brighter; she was definitely very thankful, but considering who I was, she wasn’t about to express that. Also, in a way, she might still be pissed since it could technically be argued that it was my fault she almost had her boots damaged in the first place.

“Huh, I guess you’re not a total useless twerp.” Thea smiled and reached inside her jacket to retrieve a pair of bicker gloves. “Maybe when you fail to graduate, you can become a handyman or something. I dunno,”

What the fuck.

I did something nice for her, and she just resorts to insulting me again. Can she not just give a straight-from-the-heart thanks?

Part of me wants to make her just rip apart those boots right here and now. It doesn’t matter if she likes them; hell, it doesn’t matter what she hates or loves. Her dislikes, desires, wants and goals, her very personality, and fears, none of them matter a lick since she’s just a fuck puppet that I am allowing to have a personality. She only loves those boots because I allow her to; if I want, she could hate them. All I’d need is Mom’s charm, or I’d just command the cow to make Thea feel that way and save the effort of doing it myself.

Fuck.

I clenched my fist.

Thea shared a laugh at her terrible attempt at humor. Putting me down after I literally just went out of my way to help her out isn’t something I consider funny.

“Hah~ But, I’m joki—” She began to say something but I interrupted her.

“Shut the fuck up and get on your knees, bitch.”

Her eyes glazed instantly. The smile on her face nearly vanished, and her taunting full lips clamped shut; with a faint thud, she dropped to her knees, and her bright blue eyes blinked up at me.

I could just sock her right here; truthfully, she’d probably deserve it. But I won’t resort to violence in the same way she has done to me many times in the past. Besides, I have my own way of getting back at people.

“You’ve been a bad girl, say that bitch. But change it to fit yourself.”

Thea blinked again; she didn’t appear pissed, scared, pleased, or confused; she simply opened her mouth, “I’ve been a bad girl.” She said,

“Bitch, not like that. Add emotion to it!”

Like the flip of a switch, Thea’s expression adjusted; her big bottom lip began to waver as it curled somewhat downward, “I- I’ve been a bad girl... I’m a bad.. naughty... girl..”

“Keep it up, dumb bitch,” I smirked, “Tell me how much you deserve to be punished. Beg for it.”

“Oh~ Oh...” She licked her lips, her brows arched up in worry, “I’ve been a naughty big sister, so bad to my baby bro... I- I need to be... please punish me, little brother~ I’m just a dumb bitch... a stupid dumb blonde bitch... Mmm~ Fuck...” The emotion behind her voice felt surprisingly genuine, “Why am I such a bad girl? I’m- I’m such a bad bitch... P-Please, little brother... I need to be punished like the naughty slut I am~” Her hands clasped together, the single eye not covered by hair looked large and sparkled a shining blue in the light.

“Hmm...” Musing to myself, I glanced down at my hand, not even realizing it had been clenched. I eyed my tensed fingers; pressure pulsed through my veins. My smile deepened, “I might consider punishing you if you suck on my thumb. Get to it, bitch. Suck like the stupid bitchy blonde slut you are,”

Presenting a thumbs up, I lowered my hand; Thea’s eye; (presumably both of them) followed along with my hand like it were some treasure to be scavenged for. The tongue moved from her mouth to graze along her lips before she breathed out a heavy breath onto my hand and opened her mouth.

Thea’s warm mouth once again suckled on me, though this act was far more demeaning and just what the slut deserved. Had she just said thanks or didn’t snap back with snark, we could’ve been on the road by now.

Yet here we are.

Act like a bitch, get treated like a bitch.

Slurp

Sqlurrk

Suck-Suck-Suck

Thea’s head bobbed on my thumb like a starved child feasting for the first time in weeks. All the while, her bright blue eyes couldn’t settle between looking cross-eyed at my thumb (the one being coated all around in her saliva) or my face as she sought to be punished by her little bro, to hopefully suck the itchiness out of her for good.

Seeing her being a good girl, though, doesn’t make me want to punish her like I had promised. When she is an obedient big sister and obeys her little brother like the puppet she is, things are much more pleasant. Imagine that, a world where a sister isn’t a complete asshole to her brother.

That said, maybe a good honest to god ass pounding could fuck the bitch out of her. That bakery she calls her buttocks could definitely take a genuine fucking.

“Alright, good girl,” Pulling my thumb back, the suction from Thea’s lips drew her along until my hand was freed from her cushiony lips with a.. plop

I was mostly satisfied with this brief show; putting the tomboy in her place calmed my nerves, though Thea still longed for a true punishment.

“Can you please punish your big bad sis?” Scooting closer, Thea’s natural warmth broke into my personal bubble as she cooed while rubbing her head over my crotch.

The sensation caused a jolt in pleasure to stem from my cock.

She really was playing into the role of a certified bitch; her only blue eye, not concealed by her blond veil of hair, sparkled with a longing desire. On her thick muscular knees that strained beneath the tight ripping fabric of her skinny jeans, she gazed up like an obedient puppy begging for her just deserts. Only this innocent little puppy bitch can also bench-press an entire warehouse if she wants. Really, all she’s missing is a tail.

Huh... that gives me an idea...

Anyway, I can’t do anything here.

Thea had luckily brought us to a reasonably remote section of the parking lot; the activity around here was negligible. But I could see a few teens flying off into the sky over the horizon, and frankly, there were just too many people with fancy powers running about to risk messing with her out in public. I can see why Thea wanted to attend a normal school. When the bell rings, it’s far less noisy and chaotic than this, where all the students just can’t wait to use their powers willy-nilly.

I swear, it’s like a playground. Once school lets out, the teachers have to take extra shifts to make sure everyone stays in line and protect other students from some accidents.

Frankly, even doing this much with Thea might have been pushing things. I really need to be hesitant around all of these teachers, especially if they are even remotely close to Mom in regards to power level. What if one of them has some invisibility power and is spying on my dumbass right now?

I might just be getting a bit paranoid here, but let’s not even take that risk.

“Bitch,” I said, initiating the trigger Mom left in the minds of herself and her daughters, “Get up and forget what just happened.”

Knock Knock Knock

Jasmine failed to notice the apprehensive swallow that coursed down her throat until moments after, his knuckles lowered from the sturdy double hardwood doors that imposed themselves before her. She is a fairly tall woman in her own right; her African blood gave her a “tall-ass exotic figure” as her drunk colleagues had said more than a few times (before she stopped ing their late-night expeditions to the local bar). That said, even in front of a woman of her own stature, the doors that lie before her gave off a towering aura.

But that could just be her own nerves getting the best of her. It’s not every day she makes the ten-minute-long journey to the penthouse suite of this academy. Or was it fifteen minutes? Coming up here really makes one feel like time itself is coming to a slog.

She found herself giving the doors in question a pondering tilt to her head.

“Is that Ebony? Purpleheart?”

Many of Jasmine’s own insects love their wood; some of them have grown spoiled and only consume or live within the most expensive grades of wood, so she has grown accustomed to the many kinds of lumber. But naturally grown Purpleheart is very... exotic and mighty expensive to have as a pair of doors.

“My little insects would love this.”

Taking her mind off of things did help calm her nerves, but the click that came from behind the doors worked to break that brief reprieve from her apprehension.

Jasmine exhaled a sigh, her fists clenched and released beside her hips.

“Get a hold of yourself. You are a grown woman.”

She took a couple of heavy breaths and used her dominant hand to hastily smoothen the bangs on her short bob-cut hair as the doors before she opened inwards.

Starwalk High Academy was massive as far as schools go. Many High Schools, even colleges, could only dream of getting enough land and funding to such an establishment. It works well with the abundance of gifteds they build into becoming beneficial of society; the space and funding are certainly needed and used.

In some places better than others...

Such as this massive penthouse.

From miles upon miles away, this academy can be seen due to its sheer size and imposing presence. The top post of which houses this very penthouse Jasmin finds herself entering. Looming above the entire expansive land Starwalk High holds, it works well to keep a certain level of unspoken caution in the air of the school’s domain. With one-way glass that overlooks the academy and beyond, it’s impossible to know who, what, or if anyone is observing from above. That nature of the unknown holds almost as much, if not more, power than any of the Alpha-level gifteds that happen to look up this way.

That is, if anyone can observe the top from down below, clouds often form around the peak, whether natural or by the result of someone’s power is irrelevant and only serves to add to the unknown.

But, at the end of the day. The individual at the peak of Starwalk High is only her boss. The principal signs her checks, gives occasional instructions, and otherwise leaves well enough alone.

That’s the very reason why many are apprehensive when called up here.

Principle Cox (or just Eve, as she instructs others to call her) is almost never seen outside of her office or just in general. Her personal life is an enigma. No one even knows if she has gifts of her own or what they may be. What is known is that whether one has powers or not, the second they begin the very long trek to her penthouse, all powers become nullified, leaving those as powerful as a falling leaf.

That is just one of the reasons why many don’t enjoy having to come up here. No one enjoys willingly going into a large zone where their gifts are rendered functionless.

Jasmine heard a barely audible bzzz on her shoulder.

Ah, throughout all of this, she had forgotten her little grasshopper offered to come up here with her. The tiny guy is now trying to hide in her hair. It probably doesn’t sense the same foreboding aura as her, but it can tell that she’s somewhat nervous and is mimicking her emotion on instinct.

And she can’t even communicate with it because... yep, no powers.

Great.

Greeting her first after the doors opened inwards was her duplicating colleague that everyone can’t help but see around campus. How many duplicates of herself does she have around this place? Who’s to say? But among the entire school faculty, she’s the closest to Eve. Being able to govern the school in Eve’s absence and be her secretary at the same time with how many of her clones are off doing their own things.

“Afternoon, Anna.” Jasmine greeted, “It is funny to see you here. I had just ed you on the way up.”

“Mhm, funny,” Anna said, evidently not amused as she stepped to the side, glancing down at the tablet that was nestled between her arm and her chest. “Eve is ready for you.” She tapped a button on the tablet, “The door trigger will activate in ten seconds. Be ready.”

“Door trigger?”

Having only been up here once, Jasmine wasn’t too familiar with her surroundings. The open space had a glossy hardwood finish along the floors and walls. Centered in the midst of the room was a large circular desk that must be where Anna performed her duties. Directly behind the desk were doors even more grand in size than the ones she had just entered through.

“This was just the waiting room for the main head office? Really?”

“No need to wait for that shotty trigger,” The doors behind the center desk opened inwards, and the dark-purple dyed hair of the one and only principal of this academy stood with her arm holding the leftmost door open. “Come on in, Ms. Bujnowski.”

Both Jasmine and Anna eyed the principal’s sudden appearance with a natural show of surprise, but the Asian woman was quick to regain her formal to-the-point nature. “You heard her,” She said before the sound of her clicking heels signaled the woman’s departure back to behind the desk.

Jasmine sighed.

“I hope you didn’t have trouble getting up here. There’s been quite a bit of remodeling since you last visited.” Eve let Jasmine enter the office before she let go of the door.

Feeling the weight of the principal’s gaze trail her as she walked was only slightly unsettling, mostly due to her wearing dark shades that completely concealed her eyes.

“Oh, no. It was fine.” The African woman couldn’t help but take note of the unnoticeable size of the principals to bust as her shoulder brushed by the woman’s blouse, stretching her chest while squeezing past. However, the purple and black paring of Eve’s business blouse and suit jacket looked tailored and made to fit with the hourglass figure that undoubtedly lies beneath.

It was still impossible to hide her distinctly feminine and busty physique with any clothing that wasn’t supernatural. And that’s coming from a woman who always believed she was busty enough in her own right. When her own two brown-skinned breasts get in the way and make it inconvenient to see below without a mirror, that’s when she can attest to them being large with due confidence.

But she can do a decent job at concealing them in her clothing. Eve’s tremendous... size couldn’t have that luxury even with tailor made clothing. It’s a miracle her breasts aren’t ripping through her blouse. Though, honestly, with the amount of money this woman has, it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility for her to purchase an enchanted set of clothing that wouldn’t struggle beneath her mass of breasts.

Jasmine had to shake her head free from these juvenile thoughts as she took her seat on the simple-looking office stool in front of the large desk that opposed the massive luxurious purple recline chair.

“So this is where all the money is going...”

But it’s not like the school as a whole is suffering with neglected funds; it’s the most profitable and expensive academy in the damn city. So maybe she can reasonably afford to spend so much extra on... all this.

“I will say, though...” Jasmine cleared her throat, not wanting the silence to give off any wrongful impressions, “The hallway to your office was noticeably long after exiting the elevator.”

“Ah, valid criticism.” Eve said. She walked past a large painting on the persistently modern hardwood wall that lined the expensive glossy interior of her office. It depicted a bouquet of Lilac flowers; their shades varied in tints of purple and blue, presenting in front of a dim sunrise.

“Someone likes the color purple,”

Eve grabbed the side of the panting and pushed it to the left, revealing an open fridge, its cool air washing into the room. “Would you like a drink? Champaign? Water? Juice? Beer?”

“I-I’m alright, thank you.”

“Sure.” Eve shrugged, taking out a can of soda before sliding the panting back over the fridge. The was an audible click and hsss as she opened the bottle, “About the long walk. As I said, that is a valid criticism, but I designed such to accommodate a line of students. We have over two thousand, and the room will be needed as I plan to discuss their curriculums with each and every one of them.“

Jasmine nodded, “Right-right..” She folded one thigh over the other. Looking to the side of the desk, she noticed a can of pesticide sitting innocently, its nozzle positioned toward her. A coincidence that felt somewhat threatening...

The dark-skinned woman gulped; she could feel her grasshopper buzzing nervously as it tried to hide in her hair. Her bugs are much more intelligent than any wild “pest” one would find in the wild, meaning her little hopper was smart enough to know exactly what that bottle contained, and it was not pleased.

“Do you really plan on doing that?” Jasmine asked, trying to avoid showing any discomfort with the bottle.

Eve either didn’t notice or failed to care; she took her seat on the grant chair opposing Jasmine and raised the bottle to her lips.

Siiiiip Eve gulped its contents for a few seconds and afterward exhaled a quiet sigh.

“Indeed I do, yes.” The principal adjusted the shades on her face before placing her can on a coaster. “There are quite a few students, but I want them to be happy with this change. So it is something I will have to deal with.”

“Well, I suppose... we must do what we must do for our students.”

“Right, you are,” Taking one last sip from her drink, Eve then placed it back down and slid the coaster aside, “Okay.. ahem...” She reached for a drawer and fumbled with its contents for a moment. After which, she came back with an assortment of papers and spread them across the desk. “On the topic of our students, I brought you here for a reason, Ms. Bujnowski...” she paused to chuckle, “I hope you don’t mind... it’s just an.. interesting name. I understand everyone calls you Ms. Buzz? It does have a charm to it and goes well with your fondness for beetles.”

Jasmine felt her eye twitch at that, “Not specifically beetles, per se,” She was quick to correct, “I do love all... most... insects, but specifically wasps over the others.”

“Oh, right, right, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to misinterpret things... but is it right to say that in front of your little guy right there?” Eve pointed a finger toward Jasmine’s shoulder.

“He can’t hear me due to my current lack of powers,” Jasmine glanced towards the bottle of pesticide, “But he definitely is scared.”

“Why is that?” Eve followed Jasmine’s gaze and gave a startled gasp, “Oh! Excuse me, that was for... well, it’s not important.” She said, reaching for it to hide it away in her desk. “But, since we’re talking. I do want to ask,” After putting away the bottle, her voice lowered as she leaned against the desk. Her huge blouse-expanding breasts squished against the side of the desk in a manner Jasmine couldn’t easily ignore upon noticing. “Is it true that you used to put on those funny suits and... you know, save the day.”

Jasmine’s eyes narrowed, “You’ve done a background check on me; why don’t you answer your own question.”

It was impossible to gauge the principal’s specific emotion with her shades concealing her eyes, but after a noticeable pause that almost became awkward, she laughed through a chuckle and leaned back. “Fair enough, Ms. Buzz... fair enough. I did mean to ask, do you still engage in that from time to time, but I suppose that is a bit personal. And there is the whole “secret identity” side of things, so let’s just keep this professional and to the point.”

“Thank you,” Jasmine said, arms crossed below her chest. “You mentioned something about my students?” She forced the conversation to shift back on track.

“That I did,” Eve nodded, “I noticed that you were helping one of our, Uniquely Empowered students.”

“Yes. I believe you mean Ella. We are trying to work on getting her powers in order. The poor girl keeps putting herself to sleep.”

“As I noticed. Yet, you made progress; she is able to direct her abilities onto herself rather than any third party. Personally, I see that as a great achievement. I wouldn’t want my students falling asleep left and right.”

Jasmine couldn’t help but offer a smile at the phrase; money is one main factor for working here, very much so, but her desire to help the students is the real drive that pushes her onwards. That, and she loves tinkering in her off time; finding and developing devices to help her students is just a way to mix two of her favorite things together.

“Thank you for that,” She said, “Though.. I wasn’t aware you were watching us at the time.”

“Oh, I have eyes everywhere.” Eve said with a casual drawl to her voice; she raised a finger to tap the side of her shades, “Knowledge can be more powerful than any flashy ability.”

“Right... so—”

“So~!” Eve cleared her through, leaning back in her chair. She stretched her arms behind her head; the new posture caused her massive chest to thrust and really test the limits of the buttons on her blouse as one looked really to break off at a moment’s notice. “I need to ask you to do a favor for me involving one of your students.”

“Uh,” Jasmine frowned, “Ella?”

Eve waved a hand in the air, “Sorry, sorry. No, not her. I meant the other one. The one that was in the room with her today... uh, what’s his name... um..” the principal waved a hand in the air, snapping her fingers while trying to trigger her memory, “uhh.... right!” saying that with a snap, she tapped the side of her shades prompting a digital projection to be cast over her desk. “Cody. Cody Green, I believe, is his name.”

“She didn’t know his name but had his profile primed for this projection?”

“Yes.. I know him,” Jasmine’s brow furrowed, and she felt herself leaning forward. The natural instincts she had towards technology and the like had her subconsciously looking for the source of this projection. “Is there a problem?”

“Eh, potentially... I am just worried for the boy. I think he might be getting in with some bad groups outside of school.”

“Well, that’s not good. Not good at all. But...” Jasmine studied the projection, “How would you know that?”

“I have eyes even where people think I don’t.”

Jasmine glanced down from the image, “The restrooms?”

“Oh, of course not.” Eve showed away the assumption, “I’m honestly a bit insulted that you would even imply that.” she sighed, “But, if you don’t want to help me here. I’ll just ask Ms. Lee to do it.”

“Wait, wait. Hold on, do what?” Jasmine said before the principal could come to any brash decisions. She knows well enough how the students feel towards the script matriarch that is Anna, and her army of order-abiding clones.

While her fellow instructor has the same desires for the students, the way she goes about it isn’t something Jasmine often agrees with. Being kind to the students and showing them respect usually has them return with similar emotions. Something Anna doesn’t seem to understand.

If Jasmine were to catch a student running in the hall, she’d ask them kindly to stop, whereas if Anna or her clones saw the same thing, she’d threaten them with detention or worse after commanding them to stop. They both have similar levels of authority, but the manner in which they use it is what makes the students take to her more so than Anna.

“Well, I need someone to keep an eye on him,”

“Ah~” Jasmine blinked, “Is that it? We have cameras for that, so...”

“Outside of school.” Eve added, pressing a finger against the side of her shades again, prompting the projection to fade away, “Consider it off the books...”

“Off the books? I-I’m sorry, I am not sure I’m comfortable with—”

Eve took a sip from her soda, then added, “And...” She swallowed the caffeinated liquid before continuing, “I’ll offer you an eight-dollar promotion to your hourly wage and a ten thousand dollar “Thank You” check.” The principal placed the can down on the coaster and neatly removed the shades. Folding them in her hands, she placed down the eyewear to acknowledge Jasmine, eye-to-eye.

The principal’s eyes were void of any color other than the black of darkness, as she must’ve been wearing s of some kind.

“So what do you say,” She asked, “This is really important to me. And I know well... how you may potentially.. sometimes... put on your old suit to, you know... do some “hypothetical” good. And this would definitely be a good thing to do. So I just thought I would ask,” the woman shrugged, the smile that lined her lips coming off as something akin to a smirk. “It’s a yes or no.”

“Did she agree?”

Eve glanced up from her laptop, her dancing fingers coming to a brief pause to acknowledge her assistant. “Of course she did. I had to increase the pay a bit, but I told you she’d go for it.” she resumed the motion of her fingers flying over the keys. “All those “heroic” types are the same when you strip apart their quirks. Besides,” looking up from the laptop, she shared a wink behind her shades, “We’re technically the good ones, ?”

“Understood,” Nodding, Anna approached the desk to deliver her assigned papers, “Though, if she gets caught..”

“I’ll assume she won’t. The woman isn’t rusty. She does that hero shit all the time, even if she thinks it’s a secret.” Eve clicked away at the screen for a few more moments and finished finalizing her email. With a sigh, she rolled herself back from the desk and stood up, “But, you know. A part of me hopes she gets caught. And it is possible. The boy’s mother is very, very... very powerful. If she underestimates her for even a second...” She snapped her laptop shut to emphasize her point, “Who knows what will happen?”

As she spoke, something caught Anna’s gaze. After the Asian woman placed down her stack, a small insect appeared to jump off the desk.

“Either way, I get what I want whether she gets caught or not. But, if she does get caught, that makes this game much... much more interesting.” Eve noticed her assistant’s gaze, “Hm? What are you looking at?”

“Some pest,”

“Oh dear,” Eve smirked, walking around to the front of her desk while picking up her bottle of pesticide; she gave the bottle a subtle shake, “It looks like one of Mama Wasp’s babies wandered too far from the hive.”

Anna adjusted her glasses, “That’s a grasshopper.

Eve’s smirk turned into a frown rather quickly, “I know that. It was a figure of speech.” She aimed the bottle at the bug as it hopped away in fear, “I don’t know if these pests can hear me, but I can’t risk it ratting me out to its mama, so..”

PPSSSSSSSST

Motorcycles have never been my thing; the open air is nice and all, but it comes with a complete lack of privacy that interior walls provide. And I can’t shake off the feeling that I’m going to fall off at any moment. There’s no seatbelt here or even a fucking strap.

Thea’s fat ass didn’t quell any of that discomfort; she’s making me wonder if this bike is even meant to hold two people. She’s got that huge meaty rump that I enjoy seeing tightly fitted into her collection of undersized jeans that rip under her flesh and muscles, but when that same ass is pushing me off her fucking bike, that’s when we have problems.

My sister definitely took note of my feelings, telling me to hold on and whatnot. Her amused snicker didn’t show the faintest hint of concern. It was enough to make me question if she would even attempt to catch me if I happened to fall off.

I can’t say it was all negative, though, even if she was going over the speed limit more times than not.

As the bike bobbed over the road, with how her curvy peach-shaped buttocks were to my crotch, we made some pleasing as my cock would indirectly be stroked against or between her buns. And her slim waist served as the perfect handle; it wasn’t like I didn’t have a firm grasp on me.

It was more so the fact that I couldn’t be 100% sure she wouldn’t just let me get flung across the street like a sack of potatoes without Mom or Lilly around to even heal me.

Though, I guess it can be said that I might just be a bit “too” paranoid.

“Hey, dweeb!”

“Huh?” My head was pressed against her back, and I still had trouble opening my eyes with how much wind buffeted my face.

I glanced up just to hear her snicker, “Hehe~” The coursing wind revealed her typically concealed eye as she glanced back to wink, “I know a shortcut, wanna see?”

“Whuh—” I blinked, whether from befuddlement or the wind could be up for debate. “No!?”

“Cool! Hold tight!” Was the response that sounded like my previous answer to the question went entirely ignored?

Then, without giving a rat’s ass about our current speed, Thea took a sharp right that was tight enough to have me go briefly airborne. It seemed my sister did care, or at the very least had a lingering sense of me since I could feel her offer a hand on my thigh that kept me from flying off as I tightened my hold around her waist.

From the open, uncrowded road, we had turned down a rather cluttered, unkempt alleyway; Thea displayed her experienced handling of the bike as she weaved in and out of the clutter of boxes, cans, and potholes.

“Ya take a right here,” Thea called out, not that I was listening too much. Most of my focus was justifiably spent on holding onto her for dear life.

As she noted, we did take a sharp right, leaving clear marks of rubber as she drifted to make the turn. Going into a more broad opening, there was a rugged-looking garage door left open inside, which revealed an empty and rundown warehouse or storage lot.

“T-Thea!” I tried to make my voice heard, “Is that—”

“Not a dead end, trust me.”

She says that, but her actions are making me want to do the exact opposite. This carelessness could lead to something getting killed, probably me if I had to wager.

What looked to be a definite dead end against the cement wall of whatever abandoned warehouse or storage facility we were in did reveal a slope that led to the second floor. Then again, after avoiding more randomly scattered boxes, beams, and wooden pallets among the other assortment of junk.

Thea was cocky, confident, or dumb enough (actually, maybe she was just all of those options combined) to take her eyes off of the path ahead and glance back at me as she took another turn up the slope that led to the third floor.

“Haha~! Look at your face! Calm down. I do this all the time.”

I really don’t care if she acts like a reckless idiot on her own time, but when I’m right here, does it actually hurt to just stick to the rules of the road? It goes without saying that I didn’t listen to a word she said. Instead, I looked past her, noticing that she was revving the engine while heading up the slope directly toward a wall that housed a broken window.

“Dead end, Thea—”

Still looking at me, my sister rolled her eye, “Fuckin’ chill, there’s a ramp right...” Turning her gaze back forward, she saw what I had seen. “Oh~ shit,”

A goddamn fucking wall, one without a ramp to speak of.

“Shit-Shit-Shit!” Thea cussed a rapid-fire barrage of vulgarity at the realization; she moved fast, pushing herself off the bike before I could think about tucking into a defensive position myself.

I felt her grab me with both hands. This time, she left the bike speeding towards the wall along with the two of us. Despite the situation, something soft (the exact opposite of what I was expecting) squished against my face. Just as I realized that Thea had used the momentum carried from jumping off the bike to wrap herself around me, there was a thump and a CRASH as her back collided with the wall, bringing us both into a free fall as she tanked through the hit and brought us outside the building.

In the air, gravity displayed its merciless pull as we fell quicker than I could even realize we were airborne. With me still in her arms, Thea spun in the air, and I could hear the gravel and earth crack beneath her feet as her knees took the fall with a...

THUD

Then...

Whoosh

Back in the air, we went; instead of giving even a moment to gather our bearings, Thea decided to just head on with the jumping approach and used the muscles in her legs to leap us to our destination.

In truth, I had no idea where the fuck she was taking us. Honestly, I was having trouble coming to with whatever happened in the first place. The next thing I knew, I could see the distinct outline and vague shape of our house from above the clouds, and everything grew close fast as we sped towards the ground again.

CRAASSHH

We landed in the driveway. The innocent concrete beneath Thea’s feet caved into a state of broken rubble; I could swear the general vicinity around us had shaken from the impact.

To say my heart was beating out of my chest was an understatement. What the fuck had just happened?

Thea’s amused and cocky demeanor had vanished; in its place was annoyance, though with whom wasn’t clear. It better not be with me, though. This shit was all her own fucking fault.

“Fucking shit. God damnit,” Thea was audibly grumbling to herself as she let me down, “Are you okay?”

“Uh...” As my feet hit the ground, I could sense my legs quivering after the shock of what occurred, but nothing really hurt. I’m pretty sure Thea took the brunt of the impact back there. Just to be sure, I patted myself down, not noticing any spikes of pain. “I’m okay, I guess.”

While I checked myself over, I noticed Thea stretching her back, rubbing one hand over her side while sighing, “Fuuuck... there was supposed to be a ramp there. Some asshole fucking moved it. I do that all the time. I fucking swear that has never happened.”

I frowned, “Okay, I- It was an abanded fucking garage or something. I mean, anyone could have gone in and moved it. You shouldn’t just go in at full speed assuming,”

“You shouldn’t just go in and bla bla bla,” Thea responded, her tone clearly mocking me as she cracked the ts in one of her arms and began to pat down her biker jacket. “That’s how you sound right now. I fucking saved you over my bike back there, you know. That thing might be fucking totaled, fuck.. fuck, fuck!” Her fist clenched, and anger coursed through her veins. She obviously wanted to expel her anger by punching something.

Luckily that fist of hers stayed by her side as if she did swing it anywhere; whatever she hit would most certainly be destroyed.

“Well,” I took a step away from her just to be safe, “I’m glad you thought I was more important than a bike.”

Giving me a look, Thea rolled her eyes, “Only like… slightly more important. That bike was fucking expensive, fuck.”

“Yeah, I bet if Mom was around, you’d have saved your ride instead.”

“Fucking probably!” Thea agreed, even though I was setting her up to do the opposite of that, “Shit. For a second, I wondered if Mom could heal you in time. Like fuck, I’ve thrown you through walls before. But if I went for my bike, you’d probably be like- dead-dead.”

I shook my head, “So tossing me around and being abusive is totally fine if I can just be healed afterward.”

“You said it, not me.” Thea chuckled, “But seriously, that was my bad. I’m glad you’re okay.”

It’s hard to take that apology seriously when she has done worse at home; sure, nothing she has done resulted in me actually dying. But I think it could be argued that constantly being abused any time I would so much as upset her would be worse than death, and at least the latter would put an end to that suffering.

Though karma does have a way of wrapping back around. In the end, I was able to get control over my entire family by usurping control over the matriarch of it all. It’s comforting to know that in situations such as this, I can deal with the fallout in any way I want. When it comes to punishments or rewards, along with everything else around here, I call the shots. Not Thea, and certainly not Mom, not anymore.

“Oh, tell Mom about this, and I’ll beat your ass,” Thea said, cracking her knuckles as if to prove a point while I turned my back to her.

Whether she’s serious in her throat or not, it’s comical that no one here realizes the change in our power dynamic. Her warning means nothing when I can fuck her in the middle of the street with nothing more than the use of her “bitch” trigger.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, shrugging with my back turned toward her as I approached the house. “I won’t tell her shit, but I don’t know how you plan on hiding that.” Pointing back to the crater her crashing feet left on the driveway, I could hear my sister grumble something behind me. “I bet that’ll be the first thing she notices when...”

I heard my own voice trail off when I took notice of something... interesting about the house.

So interesting, in fact, that it was a bit odd that I went this far without noticing it earlier.

The huge fucking hole in the side of the house, right where my bedroom is, and...

Oh, shit...

Right, I forgot about yesterday. But, in hindsight, I’m not sure how. Mom sent me flying across the street before taking control of every single mind in this neighborhood. The sight alone was freaky enough to make me forget why or how I was out on the street in the first place. Did she push me, throw me, or just flick me with her finger? All of which I assume would’ve been strong enough to get the job done. But either way, that hole is fucking massive.

Hopefully, Mom took the initiative and controlled everyone around into not noticing it or giving them an explanation that would prevent any questions.

“What’s up?” Thea approached with hands on her hips, noticing my attention on the hole in my bedroom.

“You...” I pointed, “You don’t see that?”

“What? The hole? Yeah, I see it,” with that said, my sister continued walking by. She reached into her jacket, then went back to rub her tight ass in search of something in the pockets before going back to her coat again. After a second or two, she pulled out the garage door remote, though it looked cracked and more than a little damaged. “Fucking, fuck,” she grumbled and instead chose to step back and jump directly into the house through the hole in my bedroom.

Am I the only one that sees the hole as being fucking weird? Is it just me..? Am I the only sane one?

Or... am I the only one that’s not being mind-controlled into ignoring it...

Also...

“Thea, what the hell!?! Are you gonna take me up there too?”

I could hear her laugh from inside the house as a response, like that answered anything. Was she going to open the door from inside, or come back down or...

Actually, it doesn’t matter what she plans on doing; I’m in control here.

“Bitch, come back down here and take me up.”

There was a pause, one long enough that I had to question if she heard me, but when I heard the sound of her jumping back down, I cracked a smirk as she picked me up in her powerful once again arms again, this time at my command, and leaped back into the house.