To my parents' disappointment, my ability was never very strong. My brother, Bartolomeu, was very strong. Uncle Andrei said that Bartolomeu used his strength dangerously. Uncle took me under his wing and sheltered me from my parents' scorn. He taught me subtlety. He taught me that clever and careful use of our family ability was what had kept us safe for many, many generations. Bartolomeu used his ability with no subtlety or care. He brutishly forced his will on others, thinking little of the consequences.
Uncle had always thought that Father ruled our town too heavy handedly, and when he saw Bartolomeu following in his footsteps he decided it was time to leave. Careless arrogance, he said, would lead to disaster.
Father allowed Uncle to take me on as his apprentice, as much to keep me out of the way, and we carefully slipped away to a new life.
Uncle had become familiar with modern bureaucracy and taught me how to manipulate the system in such a manner that made changing our identities fairly simple. Computers, he said, were only as honest and accurate as the men using them. So a little push here, a little redirection there and voila! We were suddenly Robert and Andrew. Let us leave last names behind for this tale, shall we?
We started our lessons when I was still fairly young. We would move to a town and Uncle would have me identify useful people about my age. While social skill was not my strong suit, all that was required was to make sure that the correct people felt a distinct sense of happiness or pleasure when I was around.
Wherever we went I found it easy enough to appear to be quietly charismatic. People just seemed to like me.
I found that over time people's minds simply developed habits and I could maintain beneficial relationships with very little effort.
As I grew Uncle showed me that these same techniques worked very well with women. Except that in addition to happiness, I slowly instilled desire.
Uncle instructed to try it for the benefit of others first. Always experiment on others first if you can help it, he would tell me.
I found that it amused me greatly to play matchmaker.
And then once I had honed my skills, I found it very easy to manipulate women into my bed.
By the time I reached college I had honed and streamlined my skills. Where my brother would have simply forced his will on a woman and left her feeling confused and guilty, I convinced women that what I wanted was actually their idea. I got what I wanted and they felt fulfilled and satisfied.
Being a horny young man, I was constantly putting ideas into the heads of the women around me.
I would start subtly, with a simple sense of attraction or interest. I would then gradually increase this interest to a sense of desire. Not a romantic desire. It was a primal desire that I sought to inspire. Until eventually simply seeing or being near me was enough to trigger hormonal desire.
The feedback was a rush as well. I could sense their growing desire. I could feel that their thighs were growing hot and slick. Knowing that a woman wants you, even if you have artificially created that desire, is an incredible high.
One of my favorite games was to make a woman feel the internal conflict of desire and timidity. When she would finally push through the timidity the rush of gratifying pleasure she felt would surge back to me and we would both enjoy incredibly intense encounters.
Laurie was a good girl. She was 22 years old and she was still a virgin. I wound my way into her psyche and made sure that her tight, virgin cunt was slick with desire whenever I was near.
After a few short weeks I could feel the echoes of her rubbing herself off night after night while thinking about me. I could sense her clenching her thighs whenever we talked.
I am not one to steal. Laurie was saving her virginity for a husband. So when I knew her desire for me had become habitual, I directed her mind to pleasures that would allow her to maintain her virginity.
Laurie began having fantasies about all the different ways that she could suck my cock. I could feel the echoes in her mind, and I knew that she spent night after night rubbing herself off dreaming of my cock in her mouth.
I boosted her confidence and courage, and then I slowly released the restraints.
I was working in a coffee shop. It was pretty easy to use my ability to inspire people to tip me generously. Laurie had been coming by just before closing time for a few evenings. Since it was usually slow just before closing, we'd hang out and talk.
"I have to close up," I said.
She paused. For the past few night nights she had said good night, gone home and rubbed herself off repeatedly. But I could feel that tonight would be different.
She leaned low onto her crossed arms over the counter, offering me a bold view of her generous cleavage.
"You mind if I hang out while you close up?" she asked.
I could see her unconsciously grinding her denim clad thighs together in the reflection on the glass behind her.
"I don't mind at all," I replied.
I could feel my cock immediately begin to swell in anticipation.
"It's so difficult being a virgin," she confessed.
Laurie's face was flush with excitement and I could feel her mind racing.
"Saving yourself for marriage?" I asked.
"I am," she answered with a hint of hesitation. "But all of my girlfriends are getting SO laid, and I'm choosing not to. It makes me feel ... I don't know. Like a freak or something."
I calmed her fear just a little, but not too much. I didn't want her to freak out, and I wanted to make sure that she was completely comfortable with whatever she was going to choose to do.
"It's your choice," I reassured her on multiple levels. "If you're saving yourself for Mister Right, that's cool. I can't imagine it myself, but ..."
She walked slowly around the corner of the counter as my voice trailed off.
"I've never had anything penetrate my pussy," she whispered. "Not even my vibrator. And my husband will find my pussy to be tight and virginal."
I leaned back against the counter as she approached me.
"But maybe there are other pleasures ...", she said quietly.
Her cheeks and throat were blushing as she approached me.
"There are," is all I could say. She was incredibly beautiful. And the intoxication of the moment was already feeding back to me.
"I used to give my boyfriend in high school hand jobs," she said as she approached with a deep sway in her hips. "I loved the way his cock would throb in my hands."
Laurie was getting lost in the moment. She undid a button on her sweater, revealing the edge of her bra and as much flesh as there was to see without removing her bra.
"I loved watching the cum shoot out of his cock," she said in a voice so low and breathy that it was practically a whisper. "I loved how it felt in my hands."
She placed her palms on my chest and leaned toward my mouth. Her lips tasted heavenly. Laurie placed her hands around my neck and I placed my hands on her hips. Our lips parted simultaneously and we slowly began exploring each other's mouths.
Laurie pulled her lips away from mine.
"I've never given a blowjob," she breathed into my ear. "I want to so badly."
I instinctively wrapped my hands further around her waist as she alternated between biting her own lip and nibbling on my earlobe.
"I want so badly," she started again, "to suck your cock."
I could feel her excitement pulse with the word "cock".
"To be on my knees with your cock in my mouth," she continued whispering into my ear. "I want so badly to feel your cum shooting into my mouth. I want to know what it tastes like. To feel it slide down my throat into my belly."
Her hips swayed as she ground her thighs together.
She pulled her face back from mine just enough to look me in the eyes.
