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|Introduction: Not my story.|
Ron was bored. This did not come as a surprise to him; he knew he was going to be bored at this meeting. It was a week before the end of school, and Mrs. Hayes had decided that a meeting was needed to discuss Jessica's progress. Naturally, since he was her tutor, he was expected to be there. On the other hand, nobody had said much of anything to him since he sat down. He peeked over at Jess, and found her staring back at him. He leaned over and whispered to her.
"Yes. I don't know what all the fuss is about. I mean, you just finally convinced me I needed to know this... stuff." She placed her hand on his knee, and he grew instantly hard. There was a look of strong desire in the girl's face, and Ron's heart mirrored the sentiment. She continued, "I wish we could have some fun right now..." Her face glossed as she began a daydream, and Ron started thinking.
Well, maybe we can have some fun. I've never tried controlling two people at once before, though. I wonder if it will work. Ron stared at the two women, chatting away, and concentrated a bit. He sent them both an image, and he found it was ridiculously easy to do. I wonder how many people I can affect at once? The image he sent was a simple one, and it caused them to stop talking immediately. Mary Simmons brought her hand to rest on Mrs. Hayes', and placed her other hand between her legs. Mrs. Hayes was in a similar position, both women looking hungrily at the other. At this point, Jess noticed what was going on, and was about to say something, when Ron stopped her.
"Jess, shh. You said you wanted to have some fun."
"Well, yeah, but, I mean, what's...." She couldn't even form a question, so confused was her mind with what she saw. Mrs. Hayes was now leaning over, massaging Mary's tits. Mary was leaning back in her chair, moaning.
"Oh, yes, Nancy, that's soooo good." Nancy (Mrs. Hayes) then started to unbutton Mary's blouse. Meanwhile, Ron had moved Jess onto his lap, and was undressing her slowly while watching the women.
"What do you think, Jess?" He didn't really care, but he was curious what her answer would be.
"I dunno, Ron. They shouldn't be doing that, should they?"
"Well, they're both girls!"
Ah, work to do.... Ron implanted some new suggestions into Jessica's mind, and then he asked the question again. "What do you think, Jess?"
"That's hot! I'd never thought of doing it with a girl before."
"Want to?" Ron couldn't resist.
"Well, let's wait until they're ready." Ron and Jess continued watching, all the while Ron was softly rubbing Jessica's tits.
By this time, Mary's blouse was on the floor, as was Nancy's sweater. Mary still had on a bra, but Nancy hadn't been wearing one. Her breasts were still as lovely as the first time he had seen them, and he longed to massage them, but he wanted to keep watching.
Mary got up, and laid Nancy across her desk. Mary pulled off Nancy's skirt, and then undid her own pants. She reached over and started kneading Nancy's tits, and Nancy started moaning deeply. At this point, Ron figured it was time for Jess to join the fun.
"Okay, Jess. Go join in."
Jess finished undressing, and walked over to the other ladies. She was unsure of what to do, so Ron sent her the same image he'd sent the two women. Now he was in control of three females, all at once. The very idea of controlling three people at once was exciting him almost as much as the scene before him.
Jess had crawled up on the desk and straddled Nancy's face, rubbing her pussy down into Mrs. Hayes' mouth. Nancy started licking furiously, getting Jess' cunt all wet. Meanwhile, Mary had removed the rest of her clothing, and Ron studied her intently for a moment.
Mary Simmons was 5'4" tall, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Her tits were large, and sagged just slightly. Ron was interested to notice that the hair around her pussy had been neatly trimmed into a diamond shape. I wonder why she does that? She had a beautiful ass, and long, shapely legs. Her body was tanned all over, without tan lines, and Ron trembled just thinking of her lying out in the hot sun, nude.
Mary started to finger-fuck Nancy, and rubbed her clit with her other hand. Jess was really starting to writhe, and she reached down to play with Nancy's tits. The scene was exhilarating for Ron, an absolute dream. Here he was, three great-looking ladies giving him the sex show of a lifetime. There was just one problem: it was making Ron unbelievably horny. He decided it was time for him to join in, but he wasn't sure who he wanted. Wait. I haven't had sex with Mrs. Simmons... I mean Mary, yet. And she is the most accessible. That decision made, Ron disrobed quickly and walked up behind her. By now she was sucking on Nancy's clit, and not aware of anything else around her. That would soon change.
Ron bent down to look at her pussy. In the past weeks, he had acquired a real fascination with pussies. He loved everything about them. Seeing them, touching them, kissing them, licking them, the whole thing turned him on no end. The fact that the women seemed to enjoy his attentions didn't hurt matters, either. Ron was, in essence, a nice guy, and he had always liked making people happy.
His examination over, he reached in and started licking Mary's slit up and down, slowly, lightly, just enough for her to feel it. Her head shot up in an instant, to see who was behind her. Upon seeing Ron looking back up at her, she smiled, and went back to work.
So did Ron. He had gotten her very wet, and he figured she was ready to come at any moment. He knew he wouldn't last long the first time, so he wanted her to be close, at least. He stood up, and aligned himself with her hole. Ron pressed in, slowly at first, to get used to the new sensation. Mary groaned and pushed back at him, encouraging him with her body.
Ron grabbed her hips, and started pummeling in and out. Mary was doing her best to keep up her assault on Nancy's pussy, but it was becoming difficult. Jessica, seeing Mary's dilemma, took over eating out Nancy. Nancy was sucking on Jess' clit, and teasing her asshole with her thumb.
Ron came quickly, but his hot jism splashing around in her pussy sent Mary over the edge, and she came, thrashing around hard enough that she almost sent Ron flying. He held on for the ride, enjoying every second of it, as her pussy was undulating up and down his cock, squeezing everything he had out.
As Ron was coming down, he looked over to see Nancy thrashing underneath Jess, who was in the midst of her own orgasm. Ron slipped out of Mary, who was exhausted, and stepped over to Jess. He lifted her head up so he could see her face and said, "Was that enough, or do you want more?"
"I don't think I could handle anymore right now!"
"I could." said Nancy.
"Well, Mrs. Hayes, we want everyone to leave happy. Jess, climb down. I'll have to handle this myself." Jess got off of Nancy, and Ron helped Nancy up off the desk. Ron wondered how he should oblige his teacher, and then just decided to let her decide. "What shall it be, Mrs. Hayes?"
"Buttfuck me, Ron. Do it now." The request surprised Ron, but also made him hard as iron. Nancy bent over her desk, and Ron had to stifle a giggle. This was the exact position he had taken her in the first time. Ron placed the head of his dick at her asshole, and pressed in.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, God that feels good." Nancy was pressing back into Ron, trying to help the process along. Soon, Ron was fully into her, and then he started a slow rhythm. You know, I can't possibly think of stuff that's as much fun as these guys come up with by themselves. As Nancy's rectum loosened, Ron's pace quickened, and soon he and she were bucking around on her desk like wild horses. Ron was sure she was ready to come, and, sure enough, she let out a low scream and tensed her entire body. The pressure she exerted on Ron's cock was exquisite, but it wasn't quite enough to make him come. He pulled out of her, and she dropped to the desktop.
"Jess, come here." Jess walked over and stood beside him. He sat down on Mrs. Hayes' chair and said, "Suck me."
"Ron, you were just in her...." She couldn't bring herself to say it.
Ron understood her feelings, but just then he didn't care. He decided to try a little experiment, though. Without using any mental power, he exclaimed, "Suck me, slave!" In his best "master" voice. Immediately, Jess fell to her knees and started licking his cock. While he expected to see a disgusted look on her face, what he saw was.... peace. Huh? I'll have to look into that later.
Meanwhile, her licks and kisses were driving him wild. Then she took his cock into her mouth and began to suck him in. He felt the back of her throat, but she didn't stop. She kept going until her lips met his balls. How in the hell can she do that? The sensation was terrific. She began stroking in and out, taking him the whole length every time. Ron knew it wouldn't be long before he came this way. Just to give his hands something to do, he reached down and played with Jess' breasts. He could see that both of her hands were busy further down her body. Suddenly, he felt the welling up in his balls that told him he was about to come. He took one hand and gently but firmly held her head down on his shaft. Then he poured his seed down her throat. As he was doing so, she began spasming beneath him in her own orgasm. This sent additional vibrations through his cock that just made him squirt more. Finally, they finished up, and they were spent.
Ron came down first, and looked up to see two ladies, confused, dazed, and, after watching what they'd just seen, probably very horny. Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about that right now. But I do have work to do here.
"Mary? Mrs. Hayes? We need to talk."
"Yes, I think we do, Ron." said Mrs. Hayes. "What happened here? And why am I not really upset with you two?"
"Because I am in control here. I have been controlling you two for quite a while now. You will not be able to discuss any of this in the presence of anyone not already aware of my ability to do this. Do you understand?" He received two nods. "Good. Now then, Mary, was there any trouble with your husband about sending Jess to CAMP?"
"No, Ron. None at all. As a matter of fact, I think he's looking forward to having the house for just the two of us, if you know what I mean."
Now, normally, a 13 year old wouldn't know what she meant. But Ron, being the individual he was, understood perfectly. "Yes, I do. Now then, Mrs. Hayes, and your name is Nancy, correct?"
"Yes, Ron, but please don't call me that in class."
"I won't, but not 'cause you don't want me to, but because everyone would wonder why. Anyhow, how is your relationship with your husband?"
"I haven't been married for five years. I kept his name for convenience, that's all." She struggled to try to not tell him these things, things he had no right to know, after all, but she just couldn't resist.
Ron, on the other hand, already knew this fact. He was just checking to make sure that his "walk through her mind" as he called it, had yielded accurate information. "Good. From now on, you will not date. You will only have sex with me, and whoever I say. You will do whatever you have to in order to keep me safe and out of danger. You will always tell me the truth, and you will keep no secrets from me...." Ron went on with the litany he'd developed, programming Nancy with just the basics, except for the part about dating, which he had added just recently. Next, he turned to Mary, and, with a few modifications to make sure her husband was looked after, gave her the same instructions. Ron didn't really know Mr. Simmons, but he didn't figure the guy was too bad, since both Mary and Jess genuinely had affection for him. So, Ron wouldn't use Mary much, but he made sure she was always willing and eager whenever Mr. Simmons was.
These things done, it was time to go home. Jess kissed Ron goodbye, and then the other ladies followed suit. Ron was really starting to enjoy life. He walked home whistling a tune.
Ron's rate of learning had slowed somewhat. He wasn't discovering some new power every other day. Now, it seemed he was learning something new once a week. Today, he was going to try to refine something he'd picked up on at yesterday's meeting.
Well, let's see. I managed to control three people yesterday, but what if I wanted to control a whole bunch of people? How would I do that? Ron thought for a while, and decided to try an experiment. He was in English class, and the teacher was going over boring information about prepositions. Ron thought to himself, Now, what do I want to make everyone do? He thought of having them all undress, but that was too risky. Let's see... Oh! I know!
The air conditioning system in the school had been acting up for days. It always seemed to be too cold. Ron decided to see if he could make everyone feel like they were freezing. He focused his attention, then kind of "spread" the effect to all corners of the room.
"And all these are prepositions.... My word, it's getting colder in here." The teacher was the first to say anything, though the girls around him in skirts were shivering now.
YES! Now, what else? Oh, yeah, what if someone new comes in? How will they react? Ron sent a command to the teacher.
"Donna, go get Mr. MacGruder. Tell him to come in here so he can feel how cold it is. Quickly." Donna left the room, and Ron wondered if she was warming up. He could have checked her mind, but he didn't think he could hold the freeze command if he did.
Donna returned shortly with Mr. MacGruder. As soon as he walked in, he hugged himself. The temperature had dropped markedly from the hallway temperature. "Jesus. It IS cold in here. Alright, Mrs. Monagle, you've convinced me. I'll get the technician out as soon as possible."
Mrs. Monagle was shivering badly now. "Th-that's f-fine, Mr. M-M-MacG-Gruder, but w-what do I d-do right n-now?"
Ron figured it was time to let the class warm up. He let go of the command. Nothing happened. Uh-oh. Now what do I do? Let's look at this for a sec.... Yep, still there. How come it didn't go away? How do I make it go away? Just then, Ron noticed that, in his mind, the command looked like a thin film, stretched tightly over the real world. He imagined a big pin, and took the pin and popped his command. Immediately, the room seemed warmer.
"Well, Mrs. Monagle, it seems as though the air has shut off for now. I'll go turn the system off, and call the repair people right away."
"Thank you Mr. MacGruder."
Yes, Mr. MacGruder. Thank you. Thank you for not fixing it before I could run this test. All sorts of possibilities were popping into Ron's little mind, and he knew he would indulge at least some of them.
The next night was Friday, and it was the night of the high school dances. There was the senior prom, the junior prom, and, a new tradition this year, the Sophomore Hop. While the proms were held at local banquet halls, the Sophomores had taken over the school gym. Dawn had been instrumental in getting the Sophomore's their own end-of-year dance, and she was going all out to look good at the dance. She was going alone, as no one had convinced her to go with them. Ron felt slightly ashamed of himself, but he was becoming overly protective of his family, and he couldn't bear to think of anyone doing with Dawn what he had been doing. She didn't mind, but only because Ron told her that she didn't mind. Otherwise, she would have been bawling her eyes out to be going alone.
Dawn came downstairs after dinner wearing her dress, and Ron stared in wonder. It was a white gown that came down below her knees with a neckline that plunged just short of actually showing cleavage. She had done up her hair, applied just a hint of makeup, and perfumed herself with just a hint of scent. She was wearing medium-high heels, and a small gold chain necklace. At the very sight of her, Ron fell in love. Somehow, she looked more alluring, more sexy, more beautiful to him right now, than she had even with nothing on. Dawn noticed his attention, and smiled.
"Do you like it, Ron?" His opinion was now very important to her.
"Oh, yeah! You look great, Dawn!"
Dawn blushed. "Thanks, little brother, I-" Just then the phone rang, and Dawn answered it.
"Hello? Oh, hi, Mr. Peterson.... Oh, no! what're we gonna.... wait a second. Mr. Peterson? Can you hang on for a minute? Yes, sir. I'll be right back." Dawn set the phone down, and walked over to Ron, pleading in her eyes. "Ron? Could you please do me a really big favor?"
"What is it, Dawn?"
"You know Jack, the guy who was supposed to run sound for us tonight? He's come down with appendicitis. He's in the hospital. Now we don't have anyone who can run the sound for us. I know you can do it, you used to do it for that little theater group of Mom's.... would you do it, Ron? For me? Please?" She was begging, and Ron knew she was utterly sincere. Ron didn't want to spoil her evening. There were tears in her eyes. Ron reached over and gently wiped them dry.
"Of course I'll do it, Dawn. I don't want your night to be ruined." He reached over and gave her a soft kiss. She hugged him fiercely, but then stood up and went back to the phone.
"Mr. Peterson? Sir, I've got us a replacement.... Do you remember my younger brother, Ron?... Yes, sir. He's had experience with that sort of equipment before... I know normally you wouldn't want an eighth grader around... No sir, I don't think we have much of a choice. Okay. We'll be there a little early so he can look it over. Thank you, Mr. Peterson. Goodbye." She turned to Ron. "Mr. Peterson says 'Thank you'. We should get going so you can look at their sound stuff."
"Okay. Should I change, or something?" Ron didn't know what to wear as sound man to a dance.
"Nah, no need. Nobody'll see you there anyway. Thanks, Ron. I really appreciate this."
"No problem, Sis. I'll go let Mom know she'll be taking me, too."
The sound equipment turned out to be no problem. It was almost identical to what he was already used to. Ron spent the time before the dance wandering the halls of the high school. In another year, this'll be my school, and Dawn will be a senior. I hope she won't be too hurt to go to the Senior Prom by herself. I'll have to find a way to make it up to her. Ron's wanderings took him past the restrooms. Seeing no one around, he wandered into the girls' restroom. I've never been in here before. Funny, it doesn't look much different from the boys'. No urinals, but girls don't use those.
Ron's mind was working overtime as he left the restroom. He felt that this might be a good place to put his newly discovered talents to good use. Ron had manipulated every class today, learning the limits of his "broadcast" ability. He'd learned what commands would and wouldn't work in broadcast mode. Or, more accurately, what types of commands. He felt he was ready to try something more risky. Ron still worried about being caught: he knew he could make people forget things he did, but still, he couldn't overcome thirteen years of training that said some things you just don't do.
Ron returned to the gym and set up the sound system. Really, he was only needed for the first part of the gathering, while people were speaking and some presentations were made. Once the dance started, the sound level would be set and left. The volume would be dictated by the song. Ron sat through all the boring garbage, making sure mikes were on and sound levels were proper. Since he was used to this, everything went flawlessly. Which was a good thing, since the last thing he wanted was to be embarrassed in front of a bunch of fifteen-year-olds. One nice thing about his power was that he couldn't be surprised by changes in the agenda. He knew what they were before the emcee had a chance to announce them. Ron was on top of it all; the emcee thought he was a genius.
Once the dance began, Ron wandered around the edge of the room. Looking at the crowd, Ron saw lots of pretty girls. Girls he wouldn't mind getting to know better. Of course, some of these pretty girls were dancing with really big guys, but Ron didn't concern himself with that. They were not a problem for him. Besides, it was mostly a daydream: something he'd never bother fulfilling. It was just something to pass the time. He had been briefly interrupted when his sister had brought Mr. Peterson, the teachers and the planning committee over to thank him, but mostly he was ignored. As he had expected, and fervently hoped. Ron slipped out into the hallway, and headed toward the restroom. Passing by, he heard girls in there, talking. Ron stepped inside the boys' room, and concentrated. He formed a mental image of the girls' restroom, then formed his command on top of that. Tonight's command was similar to one he'd used on his mother, but with a twist. No one in the room would be able to see, hear, or even feel him. He stabilized the command, and stepped back into the hallway. With a few quick looks to make sure no one could see him, he hurried into the girls' room.
Inside, two girls were talking and freshening their makeup. They were both dressed nicely, and they had pretty good bodies, too. Ron lifted both their skirts, and placed his hand on each one's pussy. This thrilled Ron. Here he was, touching the pussy of girls that he not only had just met, but didn't even know! Eventually, those two girls left, and Ron stood around and waited. By and by, a girl came in, and Ron knew he'd found his target. She was an Asian girl, with typically Asian features. With one glaring exception: she had vivid, deep blue eyes. Ron almost got lost in those eyes, until she bumped against him to look in the mirror. As she did so, her breasts rubbed against his arm. He looked down to see an absolutely perfect set of tits. Just slightly more than a handful, perfectly shaped, and mouth-watering. Ron knew he had to have this girl.
Ron made a few modifications to his broadcast command, so that no one could now see or hear either of them. Ron removed her from the command's grip, but before she could do anything, he re-established control over her. He had her stand motionless while he removed her dress carefully. He didn't want it to get ripped or anything, that would be too noticeable. He pulled her into a stall, and hung the dress on the hook on the door. She had not been wearing a bra, and so was now only clad in panties. Ron delved into her cleavage with his tongue, lapping up the scent he found there. He twirled each nipple with his tongue, and she mewled in pleasure. Ron looked up and asked, "What's your name?" It just seemed absurd to him that he fuck a girl whose name he didn't know.
"Kumiko. My friends call me Miko."
"Very good, Miko." Ron resumed his sucking until he felt he'd had enough. He sat on the toilet and looked at her momentarily, absorbing every inch of her body into his mind. Then he reached out and pulled her panties down. He took these and placed them in his pocket. Then he pulled her to him. He breathed in her woman scent, and then tasted her juice. Strange, she's already wet. Usually when I do it this way, I have to work harder. Not that I mind.... Ron decided to abbreviate his performance, and get right to it.
"Miko, remove my clothes." Ron stood to make her job easier. She slowly removed each article of clothing, folding it neatly and setting it in a pile on the floor. Ron returned to his seat, and motioned Miko to sit in his lap. As she did so, he positioned his cock so that it would penetrate as she sat down. Now, she was sitting in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her. The look on her face was one of joy. Ron realized this was going to be a nice, slow session, but he had one concern.
"Miko, did you come with someone?"
"Yes. His name is Rick. I don't like him, though. He is not gentle."
Why is she volunteering information? Normally this is like pulling teeth without a lot of prep work. Oh, well. I'll just go with it, I guess. He should have seen the similarity, but his mind was in a bit of a haze at the time.
Ron found Rick mentally, and gave him a couple commands so that he wouldn't notice how long Miko was gone, would not act surprised when people asked about her absence, and would not attempt anything with her after the dance. If she felt he wasn't gentle, he didn't want the bastard to have any part of her.
Then he returned to Miko. She had been grinding little circles in his lap while he was busy, and it was driving him crazy. He had her start raising herself up and lowering herself on his cock at an almost maddeningly slow pace. Her pussy was velvety, and hot. Ron was embracing the sensation. He tried to feel something new with each encounter. It was getting difficult to do that, but it gave him a goal to shoot for.
Gradually, Miko built up speed until finally, she came with a deep soft moan, and went limp. This was different from most of his experiences, but he sat with her in his arms, completely slack. This was a little irritating, because he really needed to come. He thought about taking direct control of her body, but just then fortune smiled on him. His sister entered the bathroom. He quickly lifted Miko off of himself, and rested her on the toilet. Ron stepped out of the stall and up to his sister. He removed her from the command, and lifted her dress up. She wasn't wearing any panties. Ron liked her that way.
"Ron! What are you doing?!" She was startled, but not panicked. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. She was already wet, just thinking about him doing things to her.
"Dawn, I really need relief. My last partner quit on me." With that, he pressed himself into her, having noted her already aroused state. Lacking any finesse whatsoever at this point, he pounded away at his sister until he came. She didn't do so, but that wasn't the point, and they both knew it. Ron was nice enough to help her clean up, however.
"Thank you, Dawn. You've been a big help." She gave him a kiss and a hug to let him know she hadn't minded, finished her business in the restroom, and left.
Meanwhile, Ron was cleaning up Miko, who was finally starting to snap to. Ron had dressed, and had wiped her body clean of fluids. He didn't really understand why he bothered: He knew he didn't have to, he could have made her do it, but he just enjoyed it so much, the touching, the caresses. Even while she was unconscious, he had enjoyed touching her skin. Ron realized he must just be addicted to women and all their many parts. Well, there are worse addictions....
The rest of the dance was pretty dull. However, Ron made it up to Dawn after they got home. She went to bed happy and sated. Ron went to his mother's room, where he slept now, to find her awake.
"Did you enjoy the dance?" his mother asked.
"It was okay. It had its moments." Did it ever!
"How was Dawn?"
"Oh, I think she's fine. She seemed to be okay most of the night."
"That's good. It's nice that you and your sisters are getting along so much better now. It makes for a happier house to come home to. With a boss like mine, that makes work more bearable."
"She getting on you again? Heck, you do most of her work now as it is."
"Well, she just doesn't see it that way. I feel so tense and stressed."
Ron reached up to rub his mother's shoulders, as she was facing away from him. "I know a cure for that..." His mother smiled as he reached around and caressed her breasts.
"You still have some left for me, even after Dawn?"
If you only knew... "I'm always ready to make you happy, Mom."
And with that, another slow session of love-making began...
The weeks went by and the time approached for Ron to head to CAMP. Only one troubling event occurred during this time.
"Yeah Mom?" He'd been reading a book on biology.
"I think we have a problem. Your sister is feeling sick in the mornings."
Uh-oh. Even Ron knew what 'morning sickness' meant. Pregnant. "What do we do, Mom?"
"Well, I've called Dr. Brown. She's my gynecologist. She can see us today. We need to go now. I suppose you should come too."
"Yes, I think that would be a good idea." Ron thought the doc might need some programming of her own if she found out who's child it was. How could it have happened? We've always used protection... Oh, shit! Not always. Not the night of the dance. Neither of us even thought of it.
They arrived at the doctor's office, and the doctor came in. Upon seeing Ron, she looked at Sandra and said, "He should wait outside."
"No, doctor. Ron needs to be here. He is helping to keep the family functional. He needs to know what is said here."
"But, Mrs. Chaffey, I'll need to examine your daughter..."
"She hasn't got anything he hasn't seen already."
The doctor found this hard to believe, but was willing to cooperate for now. "Okay... Dawn, please remove your clothes."
Funny. That's how this whole thing started. With Dawn taking off her clothes.
The doctor did her exam, and took a blood test. They had a lab on site, and she had the results of everything back very quickly.
"Well, young lady, it would indeed appear that you are pregnant. Now, you have to decide if you want to keep it or not."
"She's going to keep it." This was Ron. His answer and his tone evoked a strong reaction in the doctor.
"Listen here, you little pig. That is her decision to make, not yours. It was probably some bastard like yourself that got her into this condition. You have no right to make that judgment for her. You just keep you mouth shut from -" Ron reached up and slapped her. The doctor staggered back as Ron stood up. Ron was now as pissed as he had ever been at his father, and then some.
"Listen to me, you stupid bitch, don't ever say that I don't care about my sister, or what happens to her. For your information, it happens to be my baby she's carrying!" The doctor paled at this, but Ron carried on. "As for making the decision for her, she would have asked me what to do anyway. I saved her the trouble. Now then..." at this point, Ron looked deep into her eyes, and her face took on a familiar blank expression. Ron knew he had to calm himself now: A mistake here could be costly. "You will never reveal any of what you have learned about our family. You will not disclose the nature of her pregnancy. You will treat her with respect, and me also. From now on, you may only refer to me as 'sir' unless I otherwise tell you." Ron carried on for a bit, entering commands almost as one would type into a computer. When he was finished, he sat down.
"Well, young lady? Your brother has spoken. Do you agree with him?"
"We'll keep the baby." Dawn looked over at him, a question in her eyes. The love she saw returned in his was reassuring. She reached out to him, and he took her hand. They sat that way through the rest of the doctor's visit.
On the ride home, his mother questioned him. "It's your decision, Ron, but why do you want the baby?"
"It's okay, Mom, he's right, we should-" Ron silenced his sister with a touch.
"Mom, I don't believe in abortions. I think they're a waste of human life. It was an accident, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. You and I haven't been using protection, ya know."
"I know, Ron. Eventually, you will get me pregnant, too. Do you want that?"
"I don't know. But, if it happens, I don't want you to have an abortion."
"Okay, Ron. Dawn, honey, are you sure you're okay?" Dawn had been awfully quiet during this exchange.
Dawn tried to decide whether she was okay or not. She snuggled closer to Ron, and he took her hand again. He still had that same look in his eyes, and then she knew. "Yeah Mom, I'm okay. Ron will take care of things."
Finally, the day had arrived. June 14th, the day Ron was to leave for CAMP. Mr. McGavin was already there, and now they were waiting on Jessica. Sandra brought in a tray of hors d' oeuvres and set them on a table. This reminded Mike of something.
"Say, Ron, how'd your project go?"
Without a word, Ron reached out and rested his hand on his mother's ass cheek. She smiled and turned to him, then sat next to him on the couch. She kissed him, softly, then sensuously, and finally with much passion. They broke the kiss, and she whispered to Ron, "I'm going to miss you."
Ron removed his hand from where it rested on her breast and said, "I'm going to miss you too, Mom. But it'll only be eight weeks." Ron looked over at Mike, and asked, "Well? What do you think?"
"I think that I'll label that a successful completion. I don't even think I want to know-" Just then the doorbell rang. Sandra went to get it, and returned with Jessica and her father. Jessica walked over to Ron and gave him a hug and a quick kiss, since her father was in the room.
"Hi, Jess." Ron stood up to greet her father. "Hello, Mr. Simmons."
"Hello, Ron. Can you and I speak briefly? In private?"
"I guess. How long do we have, Mike?"
"Take as long as you need. The plane ain't leaving without us. Come on, Jessica, let's go get your suitcase into my car." While the two of them went outside, Sandra retreated to the kitchen.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Simmons?"
"Ron, I need to know what happened at that meeting a few weeks ago."
"Which meeting, sir?"
"The one with you and Jessica's teacher and my wife."
What does he know, and how will he react?
"I'm not sure I understand, sir."
Up until this point, Mr. Simmons' face had held a dour expression. Now it broke into a wide grin. "Oh, yes you do. I can see it in your face. You're not a real good liar, son. Look, I gather something really weird went on at that meeting, because my wife has...changed. She's more...attentive to my...needs, do you understand?"
Of course he understood. After all, he'd implanted the darn command. However, he wanted to see exactly what Mr. Simmons thought had happened.
"Well, I think so, sir, but why do you think something happened at the meeting?"
"Because it all started then. I can't tell you about it without getting somewhat vulgar, son, but somehow I think you've heard it all. That night was the first time we'd made love in six months, and that night we did it twice! Since then, she has not refused my advances even once. That is very unusual for her. Normally, she has 'a headache' when I'm interested in... well, you know. I know you know. Now, you know I know. What I want to know is, how'd you do it?"
Ron could tell the guy was pleased as punch. He decided to let him have, just a little of the truth. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Okay, I'll buy that. Tell me this: How long will it last?"
"Forever, or until I change it."
"God, no! Don't change it! How can I keep you from changing it?"
Ron saw a golden opportunity here. "Well, what's it worth to you?"
"Anything! Everything! Whatever you want, I'll get."
"What I want is your daughter."
"What? I don't understand."
"Look, Jess has been.... influenced in some of the same ways that your wife has. Jess has said that she wants to be my slave."
"What do you mean, slave? You mean a 'do anything you tell her to' slave, or what?
"That's right. She has agreed to let me run her life. However, the problem is that most of the time, we are not together. This is a problem, and it makes her unhappy. I don't want to have an unhappy slave, it makes my life harder. That is, by the way, why she is going to CAMP with me. It wouldn't be good for her to be away from me for eight weeks."
"Well, how can we solve that problem?"
"The easiest way is for her to move in here. We could work out the lawyer-type stuff in a way that makes everyone happy, but she needs to live with me."
"Well, gee, that would leave the house empty for just Mary and me... Ron, I think we can come to some sort of arrangement."
"Thank you, Mr. Simmons. I thought you'd see it my way."
"Ron, I think you can call me Bill. You and I are gonna be good friends."
"Thanks, Bill. Well, I've got to go. CAMP is calling."
Well, there's one problem solved. Now, let's go learn something.
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