Where to begin.
My name is Mark Walters. I am eighteen and for as long as I can remember, I have lusted after my 22 year-old cousin Amanda. As I'm writing this I picture her light blue eyes and her plump, curvaceous body. And those boobs, oh those big boobs, I would maul them to bits, along with her big bubble butt that jiggled entrancingly whenever I caught her in her swimsuit, or those skintight pants she sometimes wears. But what I really wanted most, was to fuck her big round ass.
Today, my parents are taking me to my cousins' house for our monthly visit. It was hot outside, so I fully expected to see Amanda in less-than-formal attire. I practically blew my load earlier from sheer anticipation.
When we arrived, my aunt Sarah greeted me with a choking hug, mashing her gargantuan breasts against me.
"Hey, Mark! Wow, you've grown tall!" She patted me on the shoulder. I wish I could say I agreed with her. I was one of the shorter kids in my class, falling just short of average height for high school seniors. This lead to a lot of bullying, which, in turn lead to my lack of popularity with the girls in my school.
"Well, why don't you go use the pool and your mom and dad and I will be out in a few minutes. Don't forget to say hi to Amanda when you get there!"
I sighed inwardly. As if I'd forget the object of my desire, so close to me yet so far away. If only there were a way to convince Amanda that our family bond didn't matter. But I would never be able to do that. With Amanda's great looks and amazing body came this oppressive bitchy attitude. When I was younger, she made it a point to boss me around and make me do all her chores whenever she had to babysit me, and if I snapped back at her she would make up whatever sad story she wanted to my parents, and I'd end up grounded for a month.
I slowly walked outside, careful to hide any semblance of the erection that slowly formed beneath my bathing suit. I cleared the screen door to the pool yard and there she was. Amanda. In all her voluptuous, spectacular glory, lying delicately on one of the pool chairs.
I approached her slowly and sat down next to her, casually observing her, hoping she didn't realize I was there.
"What're you staring at, you little fucking pervert?" Amanda spoke softly and sneered cruelly. "How does it feel to look at something you're never gonna get? Keep playing with that little dick of yours, 'cause no girl's ever gonna wanna be with a loser like you."
Anger roared within me at this point, but I held it in. I wouldn't give her the outburst she wanted. I looked at her and said, "Thanks!"
The bitch stood up and sauntered off, probably going to her room. I savored the moment as her bikini bottom was sucked deep between those big, jiggling asscheeks as she made her way inside the house.
The rest of the day was wholly unremarkable for summer standards. I took a few dips in the pool and helped my Aunt Sarah barbeque some hamburgers and hotdogs. My parents, Aunt Sarah and I were sitting, eating at the table, discussing random family concerns, when Aunt Sarah noted Amanda's absence from the table.
Aunt Sarah looked at me and said, "Marky, why don't you be a dear and get Amanda down here to spend some time with us. We only get to do this once a month!"
God I hated it when she called me Marky. It made me feel like a pathetic house pet. "Sure!" I replied, and went up the wooden stairs to Amanda's room.
I opened the solid, dark door to her room and gazed inside. The bitch was wrapped up under her comforter sleeping peacefully in the dim evening glow seeping in through the open windows.
I was about to go wake her up, when my anger resurfaced. I would give her my outburst while she slept, and although she wouldn't hear it, it would still make me feel better. I knelt down next to her head and whispered in her ear, "You are a fucking bitch. I'm nice enough to get as many girls as I want-". Just then, Amanda began to stir. Frightened that she would wake up and see me looking at her, I shook her in her bed and told her to wake up.
Oddly, Amanda didn't yell at me. She simply nodded as if contemplating something, "Okay. Tell my mom I'll be right down."
A few minutes later, the bitch made her way to the table.
"Took your friggin' time," I mumbled.
"Mark, that's enough!" my Dad declared.
Amanda shook her head, "No, he's right. I'm a fucking bitch. He's probably nice enough to get any girl he wants."
The fuck?
I just stared at her. Nobody spoke. My mom, the comedian at the table said, "Well, Amanda, you're not a bitch, but you can definitely bitch."
All of us laughed, except Amanda, who was uncharacteristically calm throughout the remainder of the evening.
On the way home, I kept thinking back on what I whispered to Amanda and her apparent response, and my mind was teeming with questions. Had I controlled her somehow? Could I make people do or say things by whispering to them while they were asleep? Did I have to whisper? Too many baseless questions for one night and I was tired. I would test my theories tomorrow. For now I was content with a long sleep filled with dazzling new dreams just ready to brighten my evening. But I didn't dream, and it felt like only a few seconds passed before I woke up the next morning.
I woke to the sound of birds chirping through the clamor of distant lawnmowers battling endlessly against nature for the control of their yards. I groaned as I hoisted myself off my bed and made my way downstairs. I called for my parents. No answer. The house was empty. Mom and Dad must've already gone to work.
A slow movement registered in my peripheral vision and I looked out the window. There she was. Mrs. Heather Richardson. Normally, I wouldn't find pregnant women attractive, but Heather was a vision. Pure blonde hair cascaded down past her chubby facial cheeks and her deep blue eyes, resting calmly on her shoulders. Her plump, curvy ass fit nicely those sweatpants she always wears when she's walking past my house on a weekday morning. What really made her a vision though, were her enormous tits. They had to be at least EE cup. I loved watching her tits sway and jiggle when she walked. A few times, she caught me staring at her, and gave me angry looks every time she did, but if I was going to test out my new theoretical powers on someone, I would love to test them out on her. And I had all fucking day.
I put on some clothes and started following Heather's usual route throughout the neighborhood. I considered dosing her with sleeping pills, but I didn't want to risk harming her baby, so I dropped the idea. I would memorize her schedule and figure out when and where she slept, and when she was alone. I jogged along her route until I caught sight of Heather strolling into her driveway and entering her back yard. Quietly, I followed her and watched her sit on a lawn chair and close her eyes. A voice in my head told me I should wait, but I stood up and walked toward Heather's sleeping body. Then I stepped on a twig.
A low snap sounded throughout the yard. Heather sat up and yelled, "Who's there?"
I quickly crouched behind her back porch.
I heard her stand up and start walking, "Hello?"
I placed my hands over my eyes and prayed for a miracle.
As if it were a monumental effort by the universe, a large deer galloped through Mrs. Richardson's yard and hopped over the fence on the other side.
Satisfied, Heather returned to her lawn chair and was soon fast asleep. I waited a few minutes this time and quietly walked over to Heather's sleeping form and knelt so my mount was mere inches from her right ear.
"Heather," I whispered, "when you wake up, you will find the boy calling to you extremely attractive. You cannot resist doing anything and everything to pleasure him, including all forms of sex. You will never find anyone else attractive."
I thought I was going a little far with that last command, but I wanted to see how far I could take my newfound gift.
I calmly exited the yard and began calling to Heather, "Hello, is this the Richardson residence? Hello?"
I heard her groan as she woke up and walked towards me.
