Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
|Introduction: I did not write this story either, but I have improved it (I think).|
I wasn't satisfied with the poor descriptive quality of the original (and the inconsistencies, like there is no such word in the English dictionary as Psionic), so I have rewritten the story up till shortly after the return from CAMP (the part which is mostly sex).
See what you think.
Chapter 1 – Dawn Comes - In more ways than One
01 1st Incident
Ronald Chaffey was seventeen when he finally realised he was, shall we say, unique.
Ronald, or Ron to everyone except his mother when she was angry, was a quiet, unimposing kid. He was by no means ugly, but wasn’t really handsome either. Plain was the best word to describe him. Not a jock, but fit because he liked to swim a lot. Not competitively, but just for recreation. He was somewhat of a bookworm, though nobody ever called him a nerd. He had black hair, which he kept short; a fit body, and a quick mind. He didn’t have many friends, mainly because he was very shy and always worried about other people rejecting him. What he was about to discover didn’t help that impression very much.
Ron had always noticed he was able to get his way with his family and friends very easily all through life. He didn’t really think about it much, it was just the way things were. Ron was the middle child in a family of three kids because after he was born his parents adopted two daughters, one older than him and one younger. Dawn, his older step-sister, had just turned eighteen, and a real looker. She was tall and slim, with shoulder length dark blonde hair, a beautiful pair of tits and a nice ass. She always acted superior, but she looked out for Ron, and for some reason was always willing to give in to him during an argument. His younger step-sister, Nikki, was something of a pain. She was always whining about something. Nikki was sixteen, and going through her “me” phase. Actually, to Ron it seemed as if she had been going through her “me” phase for a long time, but nobody cared what he thought about it.
Ron didn’t realize that he was not just a “normal kid”. Ron was a very special individual: a true psychic, and a rather strong one at that. He had been manipulating minds since the day he was born, without any effort at all. Of course, until that one fateful day that happens to all psychics, he knew nothing about it.
Ron’s fateful day finally came while he was walking home from school. There was a gang in his high school that took great pleasure in beating the crap out of smart, unpopular kids. They hadn’t gotten around to Ron yet, for whatever reason. But today was his day.
‘Hey Chaffey, where ya goin’?’ The biggest one, Dale, strode right up to him and blocked his path.
‘I’m going home, Dale. Could you please get out of my way?’
‘Ooh. Big words, tough guy. Why don’t you make me?
Now, Ron was in no way capable of handling Dale as the bully was a lot bigger than him being a weight-lifter and a martial arts student. Ron knew he either had to find a way to talk himself out of this, or he was going to get hurt. He really didn’t have high hopes for talking, though.
‘Look, Dale, I just want to go home. Now get out of my way.’ As he said those last words, a funny feeling filled his head, and Dale took on a peculiar look.
For a moment, he feared Dale would deck him, but all of a sudden, Dale, ‘Oh, ok,’ turned to his friends and said, ‘let’s go.’
His friends followed after him, but Ron could tell from the looks on their faces that this was not what they had expected from Dale. Ron walked home in total confusion.
Why did he turn away? And what was that feeling I had just then?
02 2nd Incident
When Ron got home, he headed for his room. His mother called up to him, ‘Ron, honey. Your Dad will be here to pick you up in an hour.’
‘Aw, shit,’ Ron muttered to himself. His dad was the last one he wanted to deal with now. His father had divorced his mom when Ron was thirteen. Over the past four years his dad had tried to turn him against his mother. His father was a real jackass, one of those white-supremacist, anti-Semitic, has-the-solution-to-everything assholes who have no clues about reality. He never understood why his mother had married the guy, and was just as glad he was gone.
He had wanted more children, which she had refused to give him, though she had persuaded him to accept adopted daughters instead. He had resented the daughters, and his mom pushed through a divorce for their safety, though she didn’t tell the Courts that. The result was that the Courts had given his father, Mike, visitation rights to see Ron (a blood relative), which Mike insisted on following. Ron headed downstairs to talk with his mom.
‘Mom? I’m really not in the mood to deal with dad this weekend. I’ve told you how he is.’
‘Now, Ron. I know you’re not happy with the situation, but the judge gave him the right to see you.’
‘Yeah, but what happened to MY rights? Where’s my right NOT to see HIM?’
‘Ronald, don’t use that tone with me. Now you get ready to go with your father. Now.’
As his mother turned her back, Ron felt that weird feeling in his head again. He was never sure why he said what he said next, or why he said it with such confidence. ‘I am NOT going with dad today, or any more. He will just have to deal with it.’ His mother turned around, hand raised to slap him for his insolence, but froze when she saw his eyes. It wasn’t the emotion she saw there, for there was none. It was simply as if she could not resist what he had said.
‘Okay, Ron.’ She lowered her arm to her side, ‘If that’s what you want, I’ll tell your father.’
‘Thanks mom. I’ll be upstairs in my room.’
As Ron was about to leave, she called out, ‘Make sure you do your homework before you watch TV.’
‘Okay.’ Ron headed for his room, more confused now than he was when he got home. Well, not entirely. He was smart, and he was beginning to see a pattern.
Every time I get the strange feeling he thought people do what I tell them to. Wait, I’m missing something: Mom didn’t do what I said until she looked at me. Hmm. I wish I could experiment, but I don’t know how to make the strange feeling come back.
The strange feeling was only the initial use of the power and appeared because his brain was “settling in” to a new matrix.
He thought about it for about forty-five minutes, and was starting to understand some strange events of his life, when he heard yelling from downstairs.
‘Don’t you tell me I can’t see my son, you bitch.’
‘He doesn’t want to see you, Mike. I can’t force him to go.’
‘Then why isn’t he here to tell me that? You’re just making this up so...’ He stopped when he saw Ron walking down the stairs.
‘Ron, what the hell is going on? What has this bitch screwed into your brain?’
‘Nothing, Mike. I have decided that I’m not going to listen to you badmouth mom anymore. Just because you don’t like her, that’s no reason I should have to listen to you talk mean about her.’
‘You listen here, mister. You will refer to me as-.’
Ron’s mother turned white at that, and Ron wasn’t sure he looked much better. He had no idea where this all was coming from. He knew swear words, of course, but he never used them in front of his parents. Right now, it didn’t seem to matter, though. He had that feeling again. ‘I’ve had all of you I’m going to take. I AM NOT going to go with you, now or EVER again. Leave this house now, and don’t ever come back,’ Ron finished, and he was sure that if he had been looking in a mirror, his expression would have cracked it. He was not far wrong.
Mike looked into his son’s face and saw...nothing. There was not the slightest hint of anger or rage, despite his raised voice. Somehow, he felt compelled to do exactly as his son...ordered. There was no other word for it.
‘Ronny...what are you saying?’
Mike was stronger willed than most; his father needed more “force”.
‘Leave this house. NOW. Returning would be a very bad idea.’
Ron left that statement hanging, and was gratified to see his dad hurrying out the door.
Then he looked at his mom and asked, ‘What’re we having for dinner?’ He wasn’t trying to be cool, he was trying to change the subject.
‘Um...I don’t know yet. Uhhh, Ron? What...’
‘What is it, mom? Are you worried about dad?’
‘Not any more, that is if I can be sure he really won’t be back. What would you like to have for dinner?’
‘Ummm, hey, we haven’t had pizza in a while. And you look like you had a rough day at work. Why don’t we just have a couple of them delivered?’
‘A couple? Are you that hungry? Or did you forget that neither of your step-sisters will be home for supper?’
‘Oh, that’s right. Sorry, I did forget. Why don’t I order it, while you go take your shower and stuff?’
‘Okay, that’s fine. I’ll leave the money on the table. Be sure to call me when it gets here.’ She started to go upstairs, then she stopped, turned, and said, ‘Ron?’
‘Thanks for sticking up for me with your father.’
‘No sweat. You know I never liked him, mom.’
‘Okay. Order the pizza now. I’ll be in the shower.’ She continued up the stairs, but she was still puzzled by the events of the day.
Sandra Chaffey was confused as to how Ron had managed his father, her ex-husband, how he had gotten away with it. She knew that if she had ever spoken to Mike that way, he would have beaten her to a pulp. Not only did he not swing on Ron, but he had actually left immediately when Ron told him to go. She had been very pleased when Ron stood up for her against Mike but she just couldn’t understand how he had got away with it.
She wasn’t the only one. Ron was thoroughly confused now. He ordered the pizza, and then sat down to watch some television, though he never even managed to turn the set on as he was so engrossed in his thoughts.
Okay, the feeling seems to come when I want it to. Or maybe it comes when I’m angry? No, that’s not right. I wasn’t angry at Dale: I was terrified. Maybe it just needs a strong emotion. Let’s see, there are lots of strong emotions. Hate, anger, rage, happiness, love. How about lust...
That last thought seemed to come unbidden, along with a picture of Jessica Simmons that popped into his head. Jessica was in his history class. She was a slim, brown-haired, green-eyed beauty. She had a gorgeous figure, and he wanted madly to ask her out, but he knew it was futile to do so as she was always teasing him. She’d never say yes if he asked, but, more importantly, he’d never have the courage to ask. But what if I could make her go out with me?
He let his thoughts wander along this tangent until the pizza arrived. The only conclusion he’d come to was that he needed to think about it some more. And maybe practice a bit, if that was possible.
Dinner passed without incident, mainly because neither of them wanted to talk about it. After dinner, Ron excused himself and went up to his room, and his mother watched some TV.
Ron: So perhaps I can make people do what I want only if I feel strongly enough about it...But how do I inspire a strong emotion in myself on command? And why do they obey, if that’s what’s happening, only when they look me in the eyes? I should try this out on someone, but who? It’s got to be someone who won’t talk...Maybe Dawn or Nikki? They might tell mom, though. But not if they didn’t know what was going on. What could I make them do? Well, Nikki could be nicer to me...Dawn’s okay, but she’s always putting me down...What about Jessica...At this point, he fell off into fantasy until he regained his composure and started on his homework.
Ron’s mother went to bed at 11:00, but came to give him his usual hug and kiss on the cheek first.
Just for the hell of it, he turned his head at the last moment so she kissed his lips. Purely innocent, something she could write off to the unusual day. Neither she nor Ron knew it was a precursor of great things to come.
Ron got back on track of his problem. Though he was an excellent student, and his best subjects were the Sciences, nothing he’d ever read helped him here. He did remember something from a psychology book, something about hypnotism but quickly realised that this wasn’t the same phenomenon: too quick, and too forced. At least, he didn’t think so. He decided to try some small experiments when Dawn got home. Nikki was staying over at a friend’s house, so she wouldn’t be around. It was Friday night, so his mom didn’t really care how late he stayed up.
Dawn got home around 11:30. She’d been out with her girlfriends, to the movies or something. She went to get ready for bed, put her short nightie and dressing gown on as usual and then stopped by to see Ron since his door was open.
‘Hey, Ron,’ she said quietly, ‘I thought this was your weekend with your dad.’
Ron tried to control his voice, he was still upset about the encounter with his father earlier that evening, and replied, ‘I’m not going with that bastard anymore. I’m tired of listening to him bad-mouthing mom.’
As he was saying this, he was concentrating very hard on his step-sister. It was fairly dark in his bedroom as the only light was from a lamp in the hallway directly above her head so she couldn’t see how hard he was staring at her. In his head, he was trying to tell her to take her dressing gown off by sending an image of her removing it.
Pleased at the success of this, as he could now see the dark circles of her nipples through the thin material of her nightdress, he told her to lift her hand in the same way, pull one side of it down and squeeze her exposed breast.
This was an important test: he needed to know whether or not his...power?...was real, and, if so, could he do it silently, or did he have to make his “commands” vocal.
‘Good for you, Ron,’ she said, ‘none of us liked dad those last years. At least Nikki and I are lucky enough that he doesn’t want to see us after him and mom got divorced. I really feel sorry for you, having to deal with him.’
As she was talking, she didn’t realise her right hand was drifting up to her left breast. It was too dark in his room for her to see the look of utter astonishment on her step-brother’s face as her breast came into view.
‘Thanks, Dawn,’ he said as she squeezed her nipple as well. ‘I guess I should get to sleep. How about you?’ He didn’t want to press his luck, and he needed to think about his next moves, so he wanted her out of the room.
‘Well, yeah I need sleep, but I’ve also got some work to do on a project for school. I don’t suppose I could trouble you for some help tomorrow?’ His step-sister was the first to admit that he was more intelligent than her.
‘You know the rules, Dawn. I’ll be glad to help you. For a price.’
‘Yeah, OK, OK. What will it be this time?’ This was standard procedure. He’d probably have her doing his chores for a week. It didn’t matter: she really needed the help.
He had other ideas in mind, but he couldn’t tell her so.
‘Well, we’ll see, depending on how much I have to do. Now, go on, Sis. I’ve gotta get some sleep.’
‘OK, bro. Talk to you in the morning.’
She picked her dressing gown up and left for her room, closing his door first.
I found out three things from that he thought. First, whatever this is, really is, there is no way that could have been a coincidence. Dawn would never have bared her breast or touched herself like that of her own accord. Second, it works silently. Finally, and most confusing, it worked even though she couldn’t see my face. But mom didn’t react until...Oh, wait. All the times this has worked, it wasn’t that they were looking at me, but that I had a mental image of them which I somehow sent. Hey, that’s it. But, wait. Is that the right answer? Damn. I wish I had a way...
Aha, I know what to do, he thought as he suddenly got an idea of what to do as another test, and promptly reopened his bedroom door.
Dawn was quietly reading some information for her project in the few minutes before she went to bed. She didn’t want to take advantage of Ron but she knew she needed his help with this and was arranging the basic information so she’d have it all in order when she asked him tomorrow. Ron was a straight “A” student; he even tutored some other students to make extra money. He certainly could help me with this, she thought as she finished up.
She looked at the clock and decided it was time she went to bed, which meant going to the bathroom first.
Normally, she would not have left her room without her robe; she was very conservative about her body, but this time, for some reason, she had an image of going naked and removed her nightgown as well.
She didn’t notice that Ron was sitting in the open doorway to his bedroom and he was watching as she went past him.
YES. It works Ron thought as he watched her walk down the hall naked.
Calm down, Ron. This could be really good if the rest of phase two works...
Now Dawn was confused.
She finished up in the bathroom, and she was completely naked.
She took a long look at her body in the mirror on the back of the door. 5’ 7”, slim, fit, high 36DD breasts without a hint of sag, beautifully sculpted thighs, and an ass that wouldn’t quit. She was proud of her body, but also very shy about it. She never went around the house without being fully covered, in at least her robe, or in shorts and a T-shirt. Tonight, however, she was walking around naked.
And what is more – she didn’t care for some reason.
She finished in the bathroom, walked slowly down the hall towards Ron and paused in front of him.
Then she sat on the wide ledge at the top of the stairs, facing Ron in his open door, and quickly spread her knees wide in a deliberately provocative pose before jumping down and going to her own room.
Fucking awesome Ron thought. Damn, she has got one hell of a body. I wonder if I could...Ooh, she would be so fine. It would be the ultimate test if I could get Dawn to actually fuck me, and without telling mom afterwards.
Dawn made it back to her room, and Ron lay down to make his plans for the following day. His mother had a business meeting and Nikki wasn’t due back until late Sunday, so it would just be Dawn and him alone in the house all day. If all went well, he would exact a high price from her for helping with her project. With these thoughts, Ron finally drifted off to sleep.
Morning arrived very quickly for Ron; indeed it seemed to him that he’d only been asleep for a few minutes. He took a look at his alarm clock and was pleased when he realised his mother was already gone for the day. He thought over his plans before getting out of bed, stroking himself all the while.
He stopped that quickly, not wanting to “waste” anything.
He did wonder how he had gone from “normal kid” to “pervert” in a matter of hours, but reminded himself that any teenager with the power he seemed to have would do the same damned thing. That satisfied him, and he set his plan in motion.
He headed for the shower, stepped in, and let his body warm up to the hot water. Then he closed his eyes and formed an image which he sent to Dawn...
She was brushing her hair, wondering what Ron would want from her for his help.
Dawn heard the shower start, and suddenly had an image of Ron that she had never had before: One of him wet, lathering himself in the shower. Next, she saw his cock, hard as iron and pumping down her throat. The picture was so vivid it seemed to give her the idea that maybe he’d be interested in an exchange of services as “payment”...
Dawn stood up, took her nightdress off and walked naked to the bathroom again. She slipped quietly in through the door, and could see Ron’s shadow through the shower curtain.
She moved to the end of the tub, carefully pulled one end of the shower curtain aside, and stepped in. The air was hot and steamy, but she had a clear view of her step-brother’s backside. She admired the view for a minute, then, with a tentative hand, she fondled one of the cheeks of his ass.
Ron knew he had to pretend to be surprised, but his body almost betrayed him. He managed to fake a convincing jump and looked over his left shoulder behind him at his naked step-sister standing not two feet away. He made sure he sounded surprised as he asked, ‘What are you doing, Dawn?’
She put her right hand on his left shoulder and pulled back gently to turn him round, saying, ‘Ron, um...I don’t know how to say this. I need your help with my project, and...well, I thought maybe...’
Her words trailed off as her other hand reached out and stroked his hardening cock.
‘Are you proposing a sort of “you scratch my back” deal?’
He was having fun now as he realised that she thought this was HER idea. This was a new twist. He’d have to figure out why later. Right now, his mind was...elsewhere.
Dawn knelt in front of him, and, without a word, started jacking his cock in her hand. With her other hand, she gently fondled his balls. When she planted a kiss right on the head of his cock, he shuddered.
‘Oh, yeah, Dawn. Suck it, suck it hard.’
And she did.
Dawn took as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could, swirling her tongue around it and sucking for all she was worth, her cheeks caving in from the vacuum.
‘That’s, aaaahhh. Down your throat…slowly.’
Ron knew he couldn’t take much more of this when she did as he said, exactly as he said and his cock started sliding down her throat, but he really didn’t care. She gripped his ass-cheeks and pulled hard, forcing his cock so far down her throat that her nose squashed against his pubes for a few more moments, and he came, squirting what felt like buckets of come down her throat. She swallowed, and kept sucking until she got it all. Then she stood up, pushed his cock down between her legs and held him tight, pressing her breasts against his chest and her thighs against his, and asked, ‘Well, have we got a deal?’
When he didn’t reply immediately she slid her moistening pussy back and forth along his cock, and asked again, ‘Have we got a deal?’
It was very hard for him to talk just then, especially when she slid her pussy back a bit further and the head of his cock pushed up between her labia, but he managed somehow and said, ‘I think we can come to some sort of arrangement, Dawn.’
‘Good,’ she said, moving her hips forwards until his cock was pressing against her hymen, and gave him a passionate French kiss, to seal the deal as it were. ‘Well, I’ll let you finish your shower now. I’ll get dressed and be downstairs. Tell you what, I’ll make scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, okay?’
Dawn rarely made breakfast for him, which was too bad because she was good at it. He wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity.
‘Alright. Thanks, Dawn. For...all of it.’
She just gave him an impish smile and left, going to her room to get dressed.
She put her blouse on, without a bra first for some reason, and was in the middle of buttoning it up when it finally hit her.
Oh my God. What the hell did I just do? she thought as she hung a bead necklace around her neck, I just gave my own BROTHER, my step-brother, a blowjob…and I very nearly fucked him as well. Shit, what if he tells mom? He didn’t stop me but I’ve got to get him to promise not to tell, no matter what.
She didn’t know what the price of his silence would be but felt she really didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Breakfast was rather strained as Ron had to at least act as though something odd had just happened. The hard part for him was not dancing down the stairs and into the kitchen. He knew she thought the whole thing was her idea, but didn’t know why she thought so. However, when he arrived he could tell by the look on her face that reality had settled firmly back into her head, and she was upset, and afraid.
This could be useful, he thought.
To get past her worry they discussed her project over breakfast.
‘What’s the project, Sis?’
‘It’s a biology project, I’ve got to demonstrate the Crabs cycle, or whatever.’ She was horrible with science terms.
‘I believe you mean the Kreb’s cycle?’ he asked with a grin. That shouldn’t pose too much of a problem, though I haven’t studied that sort of stuff in a while. Let’s have a look at it...’
They went upstairs to her room where they worked for hours. It was a complicated assignment, and she knew that, under normal circumstances, he would have gotten her to do his chores for at least two weeks for this. However, she couldn’t know that he had a different goal in mind this time. All day long, he had been sending images of her getting undressed and then screwing him madly. This kept his step-sister off balance, unfocused, and got her very horny as well.
Around 3:00 they wrapped up the project.
‘Well, that’s about it, Dawn,’ he said and stood up. ‘I think you can handle the final write-up, can’t you?’
He now sent even more intense images of her ripping his clothes off and throwing him down on the bed before taking her own clothes off and fucking him like crazy.
‘Yeah, I can do that, no prob. Now, I think you deserve your payment...’
She moved close to him, took hold of his shirt, and ripped, sending the buttons flying.
He decided to play this one up a bit and asked, ‘Wh-what are you doing, Dawn?’
‘Quiet, Ron. I’m just fulfilling our bargain.’ She undid the belt of his jeans and took his pants off. He was trying not to cooperate TOO much, but it was difficult. Now that she had him down to his underwear, she pushed him back onto the chair and started on her own clothes. For this, he’d imaged her taking her time, trying to turn him on, not that this was necessary as his cock was already hard as an iron bar and straining at his briefs.
Slowly she undid the buttons on her blouse and peeled it off, her breasts now exposed as she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Oh, geez, what a view, he thought.
Next went her shorts, and finally her panties.
Much better than the brevity of the view last night he thought as she posed on the floor in front of him wearing only the bead necklace.
She sat on the edge of the bed, told him to stand up facing her and worked his underwear down his legs and off.
Now they were both naked, she pulled him down onto the bed, laid beside him on her front with her head at his crotch and again started licking his cock.
Ron reached over and fondled her ass. Just the right combination of soft yet firm. He didn’t want to push his luck, but he just HAD to touch her pussy.
When she got to her knees, bending forwards to take the head of his cock into her mouth, he decided it was time he did something more and stroked lightly along her pussy lips.
Her reaction was immediate…and favourable – she started deepthroating his cock again, but suddenly stopped and sat up.
‘Okay, Ron, baby. It’s time I paid you for your help…with my virginity.’
With one hand on his chest for balance, she squatted astride his hips and slowly lowered herself onto his cock, guiding it in with the other hand and screaming with the sudden sharp pain as her hymen broke.
Her virgin tunnel was heaven to Ron. All the things pleasurable were wrapped up in this one sensation, and god she was hot and tight.
Slowly, teasingly she lowered herself down as far as possible, until their hips almost met and she had taken as much of his cock as she could. Then she slowly raised herself back up until just the tip of his cock was inside her and dropped down hard a bit further. She kept this slow-up-fast-down movement going for a while, until she had brought herself to a point where she felt she was about to explode, and started moving up and down faster still. Ron reached up and started caressing her tits, paying special attention to the nipples which were standing at full attention by now.
Dawn’s actions became frantic, until her back suddenly arched, her body froze, and she screamed out a wail of ecstasy. Her pussy muscles pulsed as she came, squeezing and milking Ron’s cock, and he couldn’t take any more. His cum spilled forth from his cock with what felt like the power of a fire hose, and the hot liquid spraying up inside made her own orgasm even more intense.
Slowly, they both came down from their climaxes, and she fell forwards onto his chest, Ron’s still-hard cock buried in his step-sister’s pussy. She was finally coming back to reality, and Ron saw a look of terror appear on her face.
‘Ohmigod. Ron, what have I done. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...’
She paused, confused by the look on his face. ‘Ron? What is it?’
‘Dawn, you’ve been a very bad girl. What do you think mom would do if I told her what you just did, about this?’ and flexed his cock inside her.
Ron was enjoying his new power over his step-sister, and this part had nothing to do with...the Power.
‘Oh, Geez, Ron, Please NO. I’ll do anything, anything. Just please don’t tell mom.’ Dawn was almost panicking now, so Ron thought he’d let her off the hook.
‘Okay, okay, sis. Calm down. I won’t tell mom, but there is a price. From now on, you do as I say. You won’t put me down anymore, and you’ll be a lot nicer.’
‘Okay, sure. No problem, Ron.’
‘I’m not through, Dawn. There’s one more thing.’
Dawn wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the “one more thing”.
‘W-what is it, Ron?’
‘You and I will do this,’ and he flexed his cock inside her again, ‘whenever I want it. Otherwise, I just might have a conscience attack and tell mom.’
‘Ron, NO. You can’t...’ And then it started to dawn on her that he had not been at all surprised by the day’s events. But how? I mean, I’ve been thinking all this stuff. I never said anything. He’s got me. I don’t know how, but he’s got me.
And, she silently admitted to herself, it hadn’t been half bad.
‘Okay, Ron. You win. But, from now on, we’ll need to use protection. You know, a condom.’
That thought had never occurred to Ron. He really didn’t want to get his step-sister pregnant, feeling unprepared to deal with the many complications that would result.
‘Shit. I hadn’t thought of that. What about today?’
‘Don’t worry about today, there’s very little chance. It’s the wrong time in my cycle for it. But there is still a chance it could happen. If we’re going to...do it...more often, we’ll need to use protection. I can’t go on the pill without a doctor, and he won’t do it without mom...’ She didn’t have to go any further. ‘So you’ll need to wear a condom from tomorrow.’
‘Okay, I can live with that. But you have to buy them. That is another part of our bargain.’ His step-sister screwed up her face at that: she didn’t want to be seen buying condoms, but she nodded her assent.
She started to dismount, but the small resultant movement of his cock inside her caused a resurgence of her sexy feelings, and she began moving up and down on his cock again.
She pumped faster and faster until they came in another shared explosion of bliss.
‘Good. Now, I want to go watch MacGuyver. Talk to you later.’
As Ron left the room, his step-sister sat thinking about the day.
I don’t know how he did it, but I’ve been well and truly had. Oh, well. There could be worse things...The memory of their recent coupling still fresh in her mind...and other parts.
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