[Foreward: Sequel. Features extreme submission, incest, ass to mouth.]
An exciting first day, all in all, but I do have to say, it left me feeling as though I was limping back home to rest my bones and lick my wounds, despite my success. More caution would be needed in the future. That last, let's call it expedition, left me more than a little drained. My power's were apparently not made with the internet in mind or perhaps they had to grow. Or maybe they just have a hard limit. Either way, testing it via a mass twitch audience was not the smartest decision I've ever made. Let's hope that all the clips and videos were removed or I might actually physically explode from the high constant view count. Wait, do videos count? Questions for later.
As I turned the corner and made it back home, I noticed mom's car is gone. She must be out at her job. I had lost a fair bit of time it seemed. She worked evenings after all as a nurse. Not an important matter one way or another but an interesting thing to note. Well maybe slightly important, I wouldn't have to explain where I'd been or what I'd been up to. She has always been nosy like that. Mom's, same across the world, same across the universe.
As I moved my tired body through the door and onto the living room couch, I realized that my sisters were home unlike mom. I could hear them in the kitchen after all, talking about latest gossip or something I'm sure. When we all started to come of age, we had all decided to live with our mom due to a sharp inability to make decent funds. An odd dynamic perhaps, three adults living with their mother, but needs must after all. And it's note like it was a hard change to adjust to in anyway, though living with your younger sisters could be a trying process at times I will admit.
I was relaxing on the couch, mostly just channel surfing, nothing particularly relevant to my tastes coming on the air, when Anna walked in. Hmm, perhaps the day isn't as quite over as I believed. My powers may be sore but they aren't exactly useless. Hmm hm hm hm, yes, this should do nicely. No public humiliation this time though, my body is far too tired for that and I have no real desire to invite the drama of my sister getting arrested into the house. What a hassle that would be, truly. Let's lean into this expedition slowly though.
"Anna, Would you kindly sit on my lap?"
She shrugs, walks towards me and does so. That was... odd for some reason. Well, no matter. A tired mind and body will see shadows where there is only light. Now, let us begin with the real show, far more exciting than the drivel playing on screen. Seriously, The Simpsons has gone on for far too long in my opinion.
"Would you kindly remove your shirt?"
She instantly pulls her shirt off. Alright, clearly my mistake in that situation, I didn't specify a speed. Rapid is usually not the default from what I had seen with others, which is, unusual but nothing too out of the ordinary really. Still, something is, bugging me. Something is different but I can't tell what it is. Could I be getting cold feet? No, that doesn't seem likely. My sister is a woman to me first and foremost. Perhaps more so than any other woman, really.
"Anna, Would you kindly remove your pants, slowly?"
She does so, slowly slipping her pants down from across her while she sits on my lap and pushing them off with her legs and feet as she swings them. A wonderful feeling and display as she squirms on top of my rising erection but I can't help but feel something was wrong. If it's not that it's my sister or the speed of the removal, perhaps it's the angle? It's worth an attempt after all.
"Would you kindly stand up and remove your bra?"
She does so, raising herself off of me and slowly taking her bra off, before letting it fall to the ground. No, no, definitely not the angle. There's no issues with her body nor with what I'm feeling physically or seeing visually, so what is it?
"Would you kindly remove your underwear?"
As before, as is now. She does take her panties off, slowly, sensually, and I can feel that prickling at the back of my mind. It's almost there, just on the tip of my tongue of what is just so different compared to my previous expeditions. Some type of subconscious brotherly emotion perhaps? Who can be sure if that was the case? Better to focus on the main event and try and put this feeling behind me.
"Would you kindly take out my cock and put it in your ass?"
Then it strikes me, before she even moves, my tired brain finally takes in every giant neon flashing warning sign I couldn't recognize beforehand. My power doesn't change who you are, unless I specifically state it (probably, testing required). She hasn't once said no, acted with surprise, resisted or protested. In fact, her face is currently glowing with a red mix of embarrassment and happiness. What?
Before any thoughts could stretch further from my own obliviousness, she begins to pull out my cock into the open air. She then, in one smooth motion, turns around and positions herself. My confusion has not lessened due to her actions thus far, only grown. Sure, perhaps she may be looking forward to this, my brain is not so far gone to be unable to connect dots a second time. But the questions abound. Is my power working at all? If it is working, is it working differently because it recently took a beating or because she's my sister? Has my sister had experience with anal before? I was under the impression that neither of my sister's had ever dated. Of course, in hindsight, perhaps that was a ridiculous notion from me. Two adult women having not dated isn't exactly common in this day and age. But still, I can't remember any moments such a thing would have come up or any interest they had ever shown in others.
My thoughts prove nearly prophetic as my sister forces herself on to me and force is clearly required. Many women have never done anal and I am no stranger to forcing myself into women who haven't, just today in fact, but it is doubly odd how much this reminds me of the train woman and how I made her force herself onto me. My sister, however, does not seem to be feeling any joy per se from the experience. Pain is clearly a much stronger presence here as her sounds make perfectly clear.
In fact, I'd say pain is more than just a slight factor. Her ass is tight, gripping my dick like a vice and clearly she is unwillingly clenching. That raises a point in favor of her not being under my control at all. After all, none of the other women clenched nearly so much, or at all, if I remember correctly. She however, forces herself to slide up and down my shaft, squeezing hard, as tears begin to run down her face. Her determination is strange but admirable.
As she finally manages to reach the absolute base of my dick, it's like a valve of relief was let off inside her. She clearly was reaching some type of inner limit and threshold of pain before she finally got to this point. She stops and just seems to relax for a moment. Until she begins to raise herself and slam back down, over and over and over, riding the shaft. It's amazing but a fear has risen throughout me as a theory has become a solidified fact in my mind. I never told her to do that.
Anna is not under my control in any way.
Anna then looks back at me, her pain and tear stricken face making for quite stunning scene with the wide smile she has, and whispers:
"Anything brother wants."
And proceeds to continue to ram herself on my cock. Her ass is so incredibly tight, her backwards thrusts so strong. I had thought the changes to my stamina was false, since I didn't feel it like my powers, but perhaps it was less intentional and more incidental. After all, I don't believe I could have so many women in one day and go through such a tight hole and still have the capability to stay lasting. What a wonderful experience. My sister may not be under my control but that seems like a small issue. Her sudden change of personality, or is it a change at all?, really is startling though. Possibly even worrying. Someone who my power doesn't work on is a scary reality when I've already shown my desires too.
Suddenly, I could hear footsteps approaching from the kitchen. Ria! Not good, time to put a stop to this. Though Anna is going pretty hard...no no, lust shall not overcome basic logic for me today.
"Would you kindly stop and get off?"
Anna doesn't listen, which despite me knowing she wasn't under my control, is wholly different than being underneath your naked sister while she slams her ass onto your cock and your other sister is about to walk into the scene, all while you are powerless to stop it, despite usually having the power to tell anyone to do anything. It does not cause the most stable of feelings. If anything, asking her to get off has only caused her to increase her speed and power of thrusting, which is also not a great cause of mental stability despite the great pleasure. Well, mostly because of the great pleasure.
"Anna, get off, get off, get off."
She doesn't listen and she continues to ride, clearly going faster. Curse my powers! Now, now of all times they don't work?! I don't even have the strength left in my body to shove her off. Though that may just be an excuse as I most certainly don't want to leave the current situation. Her ass feels absolutely amazing but still. This isn't good, not good at all. Very bad in fact, amazingly so.
Before I have time to freak out further or come up with further plans, Ria walks into the scene and freezes. The look on her face would be comical, one of complete shock and astonishment, if it also wasn't me in this predicament. Maybe my powers will work on ria? No, what's the likelihood of that, having already failed with anna? Even if it does work, am I supposed to completely control her down to every inch forever? Can my powers even work on memories? Questions I desperately wish I knew the answers to. It doesn't help that even as Ria looks on, stunned, Anna continues to impale herself on my shaft, looking Ria directly in the eye. A one way staredown begins and I have to constantly go between panic and pleasure. This situation has no easy solution or at least no one solution that comes to my mind.
Then this bizarre day gets even more bizarre. Ria's shocked and stunned face is soon replaced by one of hurt and pain. She looks to be on the verge of tears. She turns to run away from the scene and out of the room, before Anna calls out to her.
"Wait! It's not what it seems!"
