This is the fourth installment in an ongoing story, in which our hero, Ed, got really sick during the pandemic, then woke up to find two evangelical church ladies knocking on his door. Without understanding fully what was going on, he quickly learned they thought anything he told or asked of them of a sexual nature was perfectly normal. Since then he's fucked a barista in a coffee shop while her boss hung around, then ass fucked a redhead who had just accepted a proposal, in a park, with bystanders wandering around, before going on to various other perverted adventures. I suggest you go back and read the first three installments before reading this one, or just jump in.
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I was back where all this had started: my apartment. I was lazing around on the couch eating some chips, feeling like I'd managed to dodge a bullet. That video footage at the Starhut could have caused me some serious problems. I don't know what a cop would've made of me walking in and just fucking one of the baristas while her boss watched like nothing had happened if they'd gotten ahold of that footage, but the thought made me shudder. Would they think it was rape? Would they call some black-ops government agency? I didn't want to find out.
A few days had passed, and I was getting bored and antsy as I thought about my options. I was also a bit frustrated because I hadn't figured out how to monetize this power yet. What good is mind control if it can't make you rich? So far, all my orders or suggestions to people involving sex or anything even sex related had worked, and everything else had failed. I was still out of work and with the loss of the extra 600 bucks the government had been kicking into my weekly check, I would need to get serious about looking for work soon.
I sighed. I could get my dick sucked without breaking a sweat, but soon I wouldn't be able to pay my bills if I didn't figure something out. I was thinking about going out for a walk but feeling nervous about what I might do and considering how to go about using my power without getting into trouble. Clearly my power has an area effect element, but it's not a very big area, and doesn't do shit to affect video cameras, so I'd need to be a bit thoughtful about how to use it. I was just starting to get up, when there was a knock at my door.
I wondered if the church ladies were back, and the thought of that made my dick get hard. I'd been so surprised by how they'd acted when they showed up a few days ago that I hadn't asked for their phone numbers or anything, so I couldn't just call them up. Thinking about that made me realize my power wouldn't work over the phone anyway... or would it? That's where my head was as I absentmindedly opened the door, dick hard and thinking about a three way with church ladies, when I laid eyes on my sister Sandy.
I smiled and tried to push those thoughts out of my mind, but inwardly I groaned a little. Sandy is nice and all, but she's five years older than I am, making her 31. It's not a huge age difference, but she's much more driven and organized than I am, and when I was a kid the difference in our ages and attitudes made her act almost like a second mom toward me. She was always trying to keep me in line and motivated to succeed, and she'd never really gotten past thinking about me as the little kid she needed to keep kicking in the ass from time to time.
All that flashed through my mind as I said, "Hi sis. Come on in," and stepped back to make room for her. She was dressed in a nice silk blouse and business-type skirt, since she's a lawyer who works on the nearby Army base, like about half the rest of the city.
Sandy walked in and looked around, wrinkling her nose a bit at the mess as she did so. She's about 5'6" and has, ironically enough, sandy-blonde hair. She's married to an accountant—nice guy, but boring as hell—and hasn't gotten around to having kids yet. Still, she'd always had to work to keep from gaining weight and my eyes unconsciously drifted to her plump ass, moving beneath her tight skirt. The fact that she's always been just slightly on the plump side probably has a lot to do with why I like thicker girls now, since she was the object of my earliest jerk off fantasies. I used to feel guilty about jerking it while looking out the window at her sunning herself in a bikini in the yard, but I'd long since reconciled myself to being a pervert so now I just tried not to get caught checking my own sister out. To that end, as she turned toward me, I only allowed myself a cursory glance at her plump, DD tits, hidden behind her jacket, silk blouse, and no-doubt heavy duty bra. She said, "Nice seeing you little brother," as she reached up to hug me, smooshing those big tits against me in a way that did nothing to help the erection I'd developed while thinking about the church ladies.
Letting me go, Sandy waved her hand around the room and said, "Are you getting out any? This place looks more like an animal den than an apartment."
I chuckled and moved a pizza box to make a place for her to sit as I said, "Oh, it's not that bad. Have a seat—what brings you over?"
She brushed off the chair and sat daintily, perched on the edge of the seat as if she expected to get something on her nice skirt if she wasn't careful. "Well, I left several messages, but I haven't heard from you in a while, and I've been worried."
I waved my hand as I said, "Ah, sorry. I was sick for a bit but..."
Sandy broke in, "SICK? Was it...?"
I said, "Well, I'm not sure. I felt rough, but who knows, since I didn't get tested." I didn't add that since I'd recovered I'd apparently developed some limited mind-control powers, but just the thought of it, and what I'd done with the church ladies right here in this room, caused my eyes to drift down toward her tits. I knew I shouldn't look, but fuck it—sister or no sister, Sandy has always had nice tits. Too bad she was wearing a business jacket, or whatever you called them when women wore them, that covered up most of her tits.
Sandy broke into my thoughts by frowning, and for just a second I thought she'd caught me checking her out, but all she said was, "Well, I hope it wasn't coronavirus, but you should have called me and told me!"
I shrugged and said, "What could you have done. Hey, take your jacket off and get comfortable."
She shrugged out of her jacket and I stood to take it and hang it up. She was still frowning as she said. "Well, I'm your sister, you should have told me! What else has been going on? Are you still out of work then?"
I hung her jacket up on a peg next to the door and turned back toward her. Standing, I was looking down at her, but her shirt was buttoned almost all the way to her throat, and I couldn't see much. I replied, "Yeah, still being a bum, I'm afraid." Would my power work on my sister? Was it already working—she did take off her jacket when I told her to. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. This was my
