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High School is that place where you are either popular, invisible or a target. Your senior year is that final dash to the finish line when you can finally escape the torment of being bullied and tormented by those popular bitches, the cheerleaders. My name is Steve Osborn and I am one of the unpopular at my high school. I have friends but like me they are among those that are targeted by our rich and attractive classmates. A part of me hates them, but there is a part of me that pities them because they are the product of their upbringing and there is the part of me that envies the fuck out of them!
Let's take Brandy Wilson for example, her daddy owns Wilson Real Estate and he is richer than god! Daddy Wilson drives a fucking Bentley and even loans it to Brandy on special occasions, like high school dances. Brandy is not only rich but stunningly gorgeous. She has legs that go on forever and meet an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. Oh and let's not forget about her perfect C cup tits which are to fucking die for. Then to top it all off she has this long ass mane of gorgeous deep red hair that goes down to that ass I previously described. Her features are angelic with dark green eyes and pearly white teeth; it's too bad that deep down her soul is pitch black and she eats babies for lunch. Brandy is the Queen Bitch around school and everyone knows it and fawns all over her, if they are smart.
Friday September 21st, 20XX
I guess you could say my story really starts on my nineteenth birthday, I got held back a year due to anxiety issues in first grade. My little sister Fiona brought in the mail and handed a box addressed to me. Fiona is a sweet kid; we are both seniors since she wasn't held back for anxiety issues and I love her to death.
"Happy Birthday Steve," she said with a little kiss on the cheek.
"Aw, thanks Fiona," I said picking up the box and looking at the return address. "Holy shit it's from Uncle Carl!"
"Are you serious," Fiona said laughing. "God only knows what's in there... don't shake it... it might explode."
She wasn't too far off base. My uncle Carl was kind of the black sheep of the family. I liked him well enough even though he was a bit of a recluse, a hermit you might say or a whack job others might cry. He was an inventor and was always sending us these gadgets he had come up with. One year he sent my dad a lawn mower that supposedly could mow the lawn using GPS. We ended up paying for the damages on three of our neighbor's properties that time. We have been leery of his inventions ever since. I very carefully opened the box and found a note and a very slim black cell phone inside. I had never seen the make or model before; I guess this was his invention. I unfolded the note and read it.
'Dear nephew Steven,
Hmm... I remember how hard it was in high school and I fucking hated it. I couldn't wait to get out fast enough, if it wasn't for my parents I would have dropped out. So, on the celebration of your birthday I give to you my latest invention, the Hypno-Phone. All you have to do is open the phone, make sure the girl is looking at you and snap a picture. The flash from the phone will allow you to plant a powerful hypnotic suggestion. You can make any girl perform any act willingly and eagerly. You can also make them forget just as easily. If you have any questions my number is programmed into the phone. Have fun!'
No fucking way! I picked up the phone and it felt cold and hard in my sweaty palm. I turned it this way and that in my hand looking at its sleek design. Well, at least it looks cool. I turned it on and saw my uncle's number programmed into it. I had a thousand questions but first I wanted to see if it actually worked. Who to test it on first?
"So what did you get?" Fiona asked as she walked back into the room. "Ooh nice phone! Did he buy it or make it?"
"He made it," I said. "Mind if I take your picture?"
"Sure," she said sticking out her tongue.
I hit the button on the side and the phone popped open, I aimed through the view finder and pushed the button. There was a flash and Fiona's eyes went blank. What should I make her do?
"Bend over and show me your butt," I said and she gave me a naughty smile and bent over shaking her ass for me. The she unbuckled her shorts and tugged them down showing me her bare ass.
"Do you like my ass Steven?" Fiona moaned. "Does it get you hard?"
"Oh shit," I groaned. "Yeah it does."
"Do you want to fuck me from behind now? I am wet, you can check and see." She growled.
I walked over and looked and her pussy was soaked. I could see her juices running down her inner thighs.
"Damn Fiona, did I do that to you?"
"Uh huh," she said. "Do you want to see my tits to?"
"I didn't ask for that."
"I want to though. Can I show you?"
"Only if you want to," I groaned.
"Close the door," she said as she stood up. As I did she stepped out of her shorts and tugged off her top. Then she unhooked her bra and tossed it onto my bed. Then she crawled onto my bed and was on her hands and knees displaying her body for me.
"So what do you think now Steve?" Fiona asked.
"Oh my god, you're gorgeous," I said.
"Then why don't you come over here and fuck me!" She commanded.
"Oh no," I said. "You're my sister."
"I don't care," she growled. "I need your cock Steve."
"Get dressed Fiona right now and when you are dressed forget this ever happened."
"Yes sir," she said reluctantly.
I watched her grab her clothes, put them back on and then she just blinked and smiled like nothing had ever happened. She did look around and have that something happened look but passed it off.
"You okay," I asked.
"Just déjà vu," she said. "Man it is hot in here, I am going to go."
"Okay see you later," I said and sat on my bed.
I watched her go and felt my heart pounding in my chest. Holy shit the phone really works! Then the evil part of my brain started working. I got out my I-Pad and made a list, my bitch list. Thank you Uncle Carl!
I lay on the bed with memory of Fiona in my head. I had been right to send her away; my dick was arguing with me though and was protesting in my shorts. I decided a nice long shower was in order. I could take off the edge in there and relax at the same time. I opened my bedroom door and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I opened the door and heard the running water, I also heard my sister moaning softly.
"Give me a holler when you're done with the shower okay," I said without looking.
"I was almost done," she snarled. "Come on in and keep me company at least."
"Why," I asked.
"Just get in here," she growled.
"Sheesh," I said as I slipped in and closed the door behind me. I sat on the toilet and stared at the floor.
"So how is school?"
"Really," I said. "You know how mean those bitches can be! I am just glad this is my last year."
"I am sorry," she said. "I wish I could help."
"Um, Fiona I have a question."
