by Bobwhite
“I’m home! So where’s this birthday girl I’m hearing so much about?” Mark shouted as he walked into his house.
“Mark!” Jenn shouted from the kitchen. She got up and ran to the front door, her long red hair flying everywhere as she ran. “How was school?”
“Ugh, I just got home, don’t ask. How are you? So, 18 at last. I remember my 18th....”
“You should,” said Sally, who had been drinking soda with Jenn in the kitchen while they waited for Mark to arrive. “It was only a year and a half ago. Who still goes to school at 19? On the 6-year program, are we?”
Mark looked at Sally and smiled. Her parents (who were originally from Iran) had blessed her with an exotic complexion, long black hair, a nice rack, and searingly beautiful eyes. Sally looked at Mark’s smile, trying to figure if he was up to something.
“Mark, stop it!” Jenn shouted, trying not to laugh.
Sally looked down to see that she’d pulled her shirt up, exposing her bra. “Perv!” she said, unable to lower her shirt until Jenn punched him in the arm. He’s never made me do something like that... he has to know what that does to me! Sally hoped they didn’t notice the little dents her nipples were now making in the fabric.
They walked to the kitchen, and Mark said, “So, mom and dad are still at work, huh? Guess we have the house to ourselves for a while.” While Jenn and Mark sat down, Sally found herself moving around on autopilot as she got Mark a glass of sweet tea. When the slight tingling sensation that usually accompanied regaining control after being “possessed” by Mark flooded over her, she took a deep breath and asked, “Would you like anything else, sir?”
In her mind, she mused, Like, make me touch myself under the table, unable to stop—oh shit!! Are you listening, Mark??
He winked at her and said out loud, “Thanks for getting me some tea, the stuff they make at school tastes horrible.” Mark took a long drink of the sweet tea, and sighed. “I can’t wait till I graduate. I guess I understand why the program goes through age 20, but I wish it was over so I could have some fun... and no Jenn, not that kind of fun,” he added, answering her unspoken comment.
“Speaking of which,” Jenn said, “did you get my last letter?”
“Yeah, Jenny. Congratulations.”
Sally chimed in. “What are you two talking about?”
“Nothing!” Jenn said, a little louder than she meant.
“Don’t worry about it,” Mark added.
Right about then, Sally felt a burning need to take a piss. “Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom,” she said. She didn’t think she actually had to go; she hadn’t had to a moment ago, and she was pretty sure that this need was implanted by Mark so he could talk to Jenn in private.
No sooner had she shut the bathroom door than her needs shifted. She took off her shoes, socks, jeans, and underwear, and sat on the toilet. Inside her head, she heard, Keep this between you and me. A buddy at school showed me this trick. Enjoy the ride.
Her hands moved to her pussy, which was wet—but not with urine. From her nipples came an intense feeling of kissing, sucking, and biting. When she instinctively tried to move her hands to cover her breasts, something else happened: she started to rub her pussy instead. The more she tried to move her hands or any other part of her body, the faster she rubbed herself. The sensations on her nipples intensified when she rubbed herself faster.
I can’t stop... Oh man, I’ve been waiting for years for this... I bet he can make me cum by snapping his fingers or something... man, I’m so getting laid tonight....
Having given Sally what she wanted—a little taste of his power, which he knew she got off on—Mark said to his sister, “So, you haven’t told your best friend that you’re gay yet, huh?”
“Keep it down, Mark! She could come back any second—” Jenn whispered.
“Don’t worry about that, she’ll be in there for a while,” Mark said. “Your letter said you’d finally lost your V-card. How does a lesbian even do that, by the way? Never mind that, sorry. Anyway, this girl you did it with. How was it? ”
“Mark, I’m not going into details! You’re my brother; that’s just gross.” They heard a stifled moan from the nearby half-bath attached to the kitchen. “Uhm, Mark? What is she doing in there?”
Mark smiled. “Let’s just say she really likes it when I make her do things, so I obliged her.”
“God, you’re such a perv. Why don’t you just do her already? She’s been crushing on you since she was 13, she turned 18 back in February, and it’s not like you’ve never mental-ized yourself into some chick’s panties,” Jenn said.
“She’s your best friend!” Mark said.
“Well, she’s hot, and she’s hot for you, I’d rather see you with her than some dick from school.”
“Don’t change the subject; we’re talking about you, not me. Are you ever going to tell Sally?”
Jenn thought for a moment and said, “Yes. I guess I’ll have to sometime, huh? I feel like I’m lying to her by not telling her. But I don’t want to lose her as a friend... I’m scared, I guess.”
“I understand. Really, I do,” he said, tapping his temple. “But I don’t want you worrying about this, it’s your birthday. Why don’t you go upstairs—I have a birthday present for you that you’re gonna love.”
“Oooh, sounds expensive,” she said, getting up to give him a hug. “I missed you so much,” she said. She ran upstairs and used the bathroom there, cleaning herself off carefully with a warm washcloth. Moments later, she was sitting on her bed with her eyes closed; she wasn’t surprised when she discovered she couldn’t open them.
Once he knew she was on her bed and had her eyes shut, Mark walked over to the bathroom where Sally was uncontrollably masturbating. She tried to stop when he entered the room, but she couldn’t, and with a snap of his fingers she came so hard that she almost fell off the toilet.
When she could speak, she said, “Mark... are you going to... make me....”
Mark smiled. “Take off your shirt and bra, and wash your hands.” She complied. “OK... now, I know how my abilities turn you on, and this summer, you and I are going to have a lot of fun. But I have different plans for you for today. Hold still, this won’t hurt at all.” He stared at her, and she felt a slight buzzing in her forehead. After a couple of minutes, it stopped.
“That’s it. Take your clothes, go upstairs, and give Jenn her present,” he told the naked girl. Without hesitation, Sally ran to do just that.
“Sally!” Jenn said when she opened her eyes. “You’re... you’re naked!”
Sally looked at Jenn and said, “Uhm... so are you....”
Jenn looked down. “What? When did that happen? What’s... Sally? What are you....”
Sally walked up to the bed and kissed her best friend deeply. “Happy birthday,” she said. “Your present... it’s in my head... oh... I can feel it... oh God Jenn you’re so hot!”
Sally licked three fingers, slid them down to Jenn’s pussy, and kissed her again, rubbing her pussy slowly. Jenn was so surprised that she didn’t back away or impede her in any way. When the shock wore off, she managed, reluctantly, to back away just a little.
“Sally... my brother did this to you. Look, you don’t have to—”
“Yes I do,” Sally said, cutting off her friend. “Your brother... I don’t know how but he’s filled my head with these images, these needs... doesn’t matter why, I want to taste you, I need you....”
“So you don’t care that I’m a lesbian? I wanted to tell you for so long....”
Sally pushed her roughly to the bed and got on top of her, kissing her again. Into Jenn’s ear, she whispered, “I love that you’re a lesbian. Now get up, grab the headboard, and sick that ass in the air.” When she’d done that, Sally hungrily looked at her friend’s pussy and ass. She grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezed, and dove in, face-first.
Hours later, when their parents arrived, Mark made sure they would completely ignore both the steady cacophony of filth coming from Jenn’s bedroom. As the sun set, he entered Sally’s mind. He could feel the fingers in her pussy, one in her ass, and a mouth sucking gently on her clit. Tonight, you belong to Jenn, he thought to her, but after that, your ass is mine. Now finish up, get dressed, and come downstairs with Jenn; it’s time for cake and ice cream.
“Happy birthday, sis,” he said to himself when the screaming finally stopped.
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