Arc One: Reassure Tiffany

A leader led by aligning the interests of his subordinates with his own. As an example, an employee might want a raise, he goes to the boss and asks for one. Instead of giving in or refusing outright, the best leaders set marginal goals such as 'you must sell some products to qualify.' The reward motivates the worker into working that much harder, giving both parties what they want.

It was an interesting way to look at your powers. At it's most subtle, your power was less a sledgehammer and more a scalpel; one that operated on that mindset. With it, you could cut straight to the heart of what a person wanted and go about modifying what they would do to get it. After that, they would take care of the rest.

You did it with Veronica to great success. She wanted money, so you exaggerated her desire for it; before weakening her inhibitions with the commands such as 'you'll do anything to secure this job.' Everything she did afterward, she did willingly. For a certain definition of the word willingly, at any rate.

And now you sought to do the same to her older sister- but you didn't think the same strategy would work. Unlike Veronica, Tiffany didn't appear to be overly concerned with finances. Consequently, the question for you became: what did Tiffany want and how could you use it to get her into bed with you?

You came up blank at the start because all the usual things you could offer her seemed unlikely to hold sway over her. Briefly, you had considered waiting for her to arrive. Another honesty command and a series of benign questions would tell you what she wanted quick enough. That turned out to be unnecessary.

It was thinking about Tiffany's arrival that made you realize you did know what motivated her. The reason she was coming here and making a four-hour-long commute was to check on her sister; to make sure Veronica was safe, happy, and not being taken advantage of. That gave you her first core motivation- making sure her sister was alright. A secondary motive, one that stemmed from the core, was to get Veronica to quit her job or to get you to remove her.

Both of them, you could use. The only question was: which one would you?

"Welcome to my humble abode, Tiffany." There was nothing humble about your mansion. Tiffany looked more than a bit overwhelmed as you led her inside, taking a right past the grand staircase to reach your ornate living room. "Take a seat."

It wasn't a command, and so Tiffany didn't have to obey. And she didn't. Instead, she turned towards you and asked, "Where's my sister? Also, I thought we were going to have a tour?" To lighten how accusatory her words and tone were, she offered you a smile. It was weak. While photogenic, it didn't reach her eyes.

For a prude, Tiffany wasn't dressed the part. She had shown up wearing short shorts and a sleeveless floral tank top that left part of her navel exposed, but you supposed you couldn't blame her. It was hot today and she had a four-hour journey getting here.

Unknown to you, the outfit was a test. Tiffany's primary problem with you was that she thought you were a lecher, one that had impure intentions towards her younger sister. She had purposefully chosen her most revealing clothes to see how you'd react. Whether your eyes would wander or whether you'd be able to keep them to yourself.

You don't fail that test- you forfeit it. Your hands come up and cup her breasts.

Tiffany's eyes widen in shock at the sheer brazenness of your act; something you couldn't blame her for. You were more than a bit nervous at having to act so rashly, but thanks to your wager with Veronica, you were on a timer. More to the point, you had a plan.

You acted before her shocked protest could turn to outrage- anything that could pique Veronica's curiosity and get her to come down before time. You weren't worried about any neighbors calling the cops. There was no one around for acres around. Quickly, you say "No need to fret. This is just a part of the tour."

Shock turns to confusion instead of rage, just as you had hoped. "What sort of tour is this?" Her voice sounded more than a bit incredulous. If you didn't have a convincing answer, you might be in trouble.

Luckily, you did. "You are here for an inspection, to make sure I'm not doing anything to your sister that she doesn't like, right? How did you plan on doing that?"

"I- I was going to look around-" her voice was higher pitched and slightly confused. You didn't blame her for it. How could you when you caused it? You had used your powers to command her to come over without specifying what exactly she was looking for. Consequently, she didn't know herself.

You don't let her stew in her confusion for too long. If she did, she might realize something was amiss. "Of course you were, my dear. But what would you be looking for? A sex dungeon? A stripper club?" Ironically, you had both of those in the basement. "This is a normal house. Looking around, all you'll see is a very nice mansion. You had a better plan, remember?"

The command takes hold and immediately, Tiffany's eyes go distant as she tries to think. "I did," she whispered in confirmation, trying to remember what it was.

You help her along. "Yes, you did. After all, at the core, what matters isn't whether I'm having sex with Veronica. Proving or disproving that doesn't and shouldn't matter to you. You love your sister don't you?"

The response is immediate. "Yes. I always have, and always will."

You hide a smile. You don't even need to change anything for that part of your plan to fall into place. The younger sister resented the elder now, while the elder loved the younger and would do anything for her. You would bed Tiffany tonight, but it would be Veronica that helped you keep her.

"Well, in that case, a good sister would want her to be happy. All that matters is her happiness. You want her to be happy, don't you?"

"With all my heart."

"And so you came here to make sure she was happy," you nodded, as though you had a suspicion confirmed. "Answer this question honestly for me, Tiffany. Are you a virgin?"

Her answer is slower this time; more hesitant. "I am," she said slowly. As though the words were a great struggle to get out. Then defensively, she asked, "Why do you want to know?"

You offered her a kind smile. "Well, how can you judge whether sex makes Veronica happy when you have never experienced it yourself?" It was a tacit admission that you were indeed sleeping with her sister, but it didn't matter. You had made that part of her motive irrelevant, while you had slowly heightened her desire to protect her sister. "I am far too dumb to fool you after all, so by having sex with me, you can determine whether or not I am making Veronica happy."

"But- but I'm not interested in-" Her denial is slow, hesitant.

You overpower it with little trouble, raising her desire to protect her sister to a crescendo. "That doesn't matter. All that matters is your sister, and if by doing this you can make sure she's happy, then shouldn't you?"

Reluctantly, Tiffany nodded. Still, she didn't move to do anything; merely fidgeted in place. After a second, you realized the problem. She was a virgin. She had never done this before.

"The first step is to strip, my dear."

Her face flushed a fetching shade of red, but slowly she did. There wasn't any intention behind it, Tiffany merely followed through the same process she had gone through a million times before when undressing at home. Her floral tank top, a few sizes too small for her, went first and was followed shortly after by her shorts.

Unlike her sister, Tiffany was wearing a bra. A beautiful pastel colored one that stood out marvelously against her tanned skin. She was slightly darker than her sister and more toned as well. "Do you play any sports?"

"Volleyball," she answered shyly.

You nodded in encouragement. Yes, you could see that. She certainly had the legs for it.

Your quick inspection done, you smiled at her. With no small amount of amusement, you met her eyes. "As much as I appreciate you modeling for me, you are going to have to take the rest off if you want me to fuck you like I did your sister."

Tiffany flushed again. At least with the bra and panties on, she could pretend that she was at the beach. This was no different than that really; her two-piece beachwear covered just as much as her panties and bra. She could have told herself that this was the same thing. If she stripped completely, that illusion would be broken; but she had ****. She had to for Veronica's sake.

Her unsteady hands went behind her, fumbling for a second before finding the latch. A quick click later, it joined the rest of her clothes on the ground.

Your eyes devour her breasts hungrily. Her nipples are the same light pink as her Veronica's. It must have been a family trait. You wonder whether their mothers would be the same. Perhaps one day, you should go visit.

Seeing your hungry eyes on her breasts brought her insecurities back in full ****. Shyly she crossed her arms to hide them; a move that made her look more alluring not less.

Still, her panties were still on and your erection was getting painful. Tiffany was far too shy, and far too slow. Perhaps you ought to help her.

With that in mind, you advance causing Tiffany to rock back nervously before seemingly rallying herself and holding her ground. The same coffee table that you had tossed to the side when you had advanced on her sister for the first time finds itself going through the same treatment once more. Perhaps you ought to move it permanently. A thought for a different day.

Like with her sister, the show of strength startles Tiffany, getting her eyes to widen. It stays in that widened state as you lean in and steal her first kiss. Vanilla. She tasted like vanilla.

Idly, you wonder whether Veronica had tasted the same when your first got her. You hadn't kissed her then, and now she tasted of peppermint; the flavor of the mouthwash you kept in stock. It was nice, but variety was the spice of life. Tiffany didn't kiss back, not properly, but you didn't let that bother you. There would be plenty of time to have Veronica teach her properly.

In the interim, you would contend yourself with playing with her ass. While you kissed her, she stood there petrified, hands hanging limply at her sides. Your hands, on the other hand, were squeezing her ass through her pastel panties, verifying what she said about playing volleyball. Volleyball required a lot of explosive motion, which meant that players typically did a lot of squats and other lower body workouts to build up the muscles for the movements.

Consequently, where Veronica had much better tits, it was Tiffany that had the better ass. Legs in general really.

When you were done with her ass, you pulled her panties down in a single pull, exposing her cunt and drawing a cute yelp from her throat; one that was promptly swallowed by your hungry mouth. Whereas the kisses and playing with her ass didn't have much effect, prodding and fingering her pussy did.

She came to life in your arms, writing against you, massaging your chest with her breasts as she unintentionally ground against you. Down below, juices oozed out of her, down your fingers and into your expensive rug. You paid it little mind.

You weren't about to trust Tiffany with giving you a blowjob- given her lack of skills, there was more chance of her biting down than there was of her actually pleasuring you. You were ready to go down on to her, something you rarely did for her sister, on account of her inexperience. If you wanted to fit inside her virgin cunt, you would need to get some lubrication somehow, after all.

Given how easily she was aroused, you didn't think it would be necessary. Experimentally, you stuck one finger into her snatch, as deep as it could go. She was absolutely drenched. "Not interested, huh?"

When she opened her mouth to reply, you realized you really weren't interested in it, so you brought your hand up and promptly stuck it between her lips. Whatever she wanted to say was muffled around your fingers. "Lick them clean."

It wasn't an order, but she followed through anyway. Tingles of arousal shot down your body as her tongue twisted and turned around your fingers, cleaning you up. Once she was done, you withdrew your hand and considered for a second. You weren't about to kiss her again- not when her mouth was tainted and you didn't need to eat her out. What else was there left to do but move on to the main course?

Without warning her, you spun her around and tossed her on to the sofa, where she landed. Face down, ass up, just the way you intended. Her arms went to the sides of her head, and reflexively, she tried to push up; to stand once more. She got halfway before you grabbed her arms and moved them, causing her to topple once more.

This time she got the message; this wasn't an accident. This was how you wanted her. Breathing hard, Tiffany twisted her head, looking back at you in askance. You don't answer her silent question with words. Instead you place her hands on her own ass before saying, "Hold yourself open for me."

Tiffany's eyes widened with realization and a nervous look came on to her face. You pay it no mind and line yourself up. Without asking her whether she was ready- there was no point in that, it was clear as day that she wasn't- you thrust in, feeding her inch after inch of dick.

She didn't have a hymen- must have lost that when she was playing sports- so there was no blood, but that didn't matter. A virgin was a virgin, and a virgin was tight. You barely got three inches when you had to pause to give her a chance to adjust. As you waited, you spoke. "Did you know that this was where I first had your sister."

Tiffany sounded exhausted and more than a bit bleary. "What?"

"I fucked your sister for this first time on this couch. Or to be more accurate, she fucked me. I was seated where you head is right now and she climbed on top of me and rode me till I came. Of course, I don't expect you to be able to do the same," you slap her ass for emphasis before you resume thrusting. Another inch deep, before withdrawing and thrusting back in.

"Just think," you grunt. "I've had both Devon sisters in the same room, on the same couch. Who else could say the same?" Your speech is barely coherent in between grunts and you had a lot of practice. You don't know if Tiffany tried to reply, but if she did, it was lost in her moans.

Eventually, all good things came to an end. You had been looking forward to this all day- enough so that you had abstained from fucking Veronica during lunch. It might not sound like much, but given the sheer amount of sex you'd been having recently, it was no exaggeration to say that this was the longest you had gone without sex since you got Veronica.

Tiffany, on the other hand, was a virgin. One who had been stimulated and brought to the edge even before you started fucking her.

Together the two factors didn't lend themselves to a long sexual marathon. It was the feeling of her explosive orgasm, the first not brought by her fingers, that triggered your orgasm. You didn't pull out- you didn't think to. Veronica had been on birth control since before you'd gotten her and had continued taking it while under your employment. A good precaution, given your typical dalliances.

Tiffany hadn't come here expecting to get fucked, and as such, she wasn't on the pill; something she informed you of in a panicked voice. You waved your hand tiredly, still not pulling out of her despite having long spent your load. If you did unplug her now, all the cum inside her would leak out and ruin her sofa.

"You can always take a morning-after pill," you explain while looking around for her panties, eventually finding it on the table. Picking it up, you moved it under her pussy before you pulled out. In a gush, cum oozed out and soaked the garment; the only one Tiffany had brought.

She would either have to go without it on the way back home, leaving it to you as a trophy; or she would have to wear panties soaked with cum for the four-hour journey back home. You were fine with either possibility. Once the leak stopped and you were sure no more would be coming out, you dropped the garment back where you had gotten it from- right on top of her shorts.

It was a move done purposefully. They were inside out so that the cum from the panties should sully the insides. You doubted the volume was large enough that it would be visible to others, but she should still be able to feel it.

In the time, Tiffany had turned around and sat on the couch. She looked exhausted. You almost felt bad to inform her that her trials weren't at an end. The tour had just begun.

For the sake of story continuity, the following has to happen:

• A not so equal threesome- Takes advantage of all the set-up I did earlier. Veronica is resentful of her sister and now that she has her in bed with you, she's determined to show her up in everything sexual. Along the way, she might just show her sister how to pleasure you. Contains a very passive-aggressive Veronica; albeit not directed towards you. I suppose a standard threesome might be possible, but I would have to throw away about 3 chapters worth of characterization to pull that off so... No.

Options for dealing with Tiffany after the threesome is over:

• Option 1: Veni, Vedi, Vici- I came, I saw, I conquered. It's enough for you to have deflowered her once, and let's be honest, Veronica is hotter anyways. You've convinced her that Veronica is happy here, so it's time to send her back home and forget about her. This option probably closes down the Andrea route (check character list to figure out who that is).
• Opiton 2: Keep her- Veronica is studying to be a pharmaceutical researcher, something that doesn't directly benefit you. If you wanted to get into big pharma, you wouldn't do it through the research level, you would do it through the exec level. As such, maybe you should have her move in as well.
• Options 3: Part time worker- Veronica could become useful later on, and it would be a shame to waste her talents. That said, she's a college student; one that has the weekends off. Her last class is at Friday at noon, so if she comes here immediately, you can have at your place (and bed) from four pm Friday until Sunday night. This will let her get her degree. You don't know what you'll do with her yet, but it will open up options for how you can use her.