Dinner fun

Dinner was good. Better than good, actually. Katie had outdone herself with the chicken, and Jack was on his second helping before he really thought about anything else.

He watched his mom across the table for a moment, then glanced at Lily. The power sat right there behind his teeth, ready. He could tell them both to do almost anything. Strip. Kneel. Whatever he wanted. The idea flickered through his head and then faded under another bite of food.

Not yet. He was still more hungry than horny, and the meal was too good to interrupt.

Still, he couldn’t resist testing a little.

“Mom, say you love cock.”

Katie didn’t even pause while cutting her chicken. “I love cock.”

Lily looked up, frowning. “Uh… what?”

Jack ignored the reaction. “Lily, clap twice.”

Lily clapped twice, then reached for her water like nothing had happened.

“Lily, stick your tongue out.”

She stuck her tongue out and held it there, still looking mostly focused on her plate.

“Mom, call Lily a brat.”

“You’re a brat,” Katie said calmly to her daughter, then went back to her food.

Lily pulled her tongue back in and stared at her mother. “Okay, why do you keep saying weird stuff all of a sudden?”

Jack took another bite, then added one more.

“Lily, slap yourself lightly on the cheek.”

Lily gave herself a light slap on the cheek, then blinked and picked up her fork again.

Jack just shrugged and kept eating, a small, private smile tugging at his mouth. Even tiny commands felt good. Proof that it still worked on both of them. Proof that he could reach over and take the whole evening whenever he felt like it.

He decided to wait until he was actually in the mood.

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Lily lasted about four more minutes.

The weird little exchanges at the table kept nagging at her. Her mom was going along with Jack’s nonsense way too easily. Something about the whole vibe felt off, and the itch to use her power again finally won out.

She focused and pushed.

Everything stopped.

The kitchen went silent mid-bite. Jack sat frozen with a fork halfway to his mouth. Katie was still looking at Lily, lips slightly parted from her last casual comment, a piece of chicken speared on her fork.

Lily stood up slowly.

“Okay,” she said under her breath. “Let’s see.”

She walked around the table to her mother first. Katie looked so normal like this. Soft tank top, comfortable shorts, that usual calm expression. Lily reached out and tilted her face up, studying her.

“You have no idea,” she murmured. “None of you do.”

She started small. She pushed Katie’s chair back, then guided her down onto her knees beside the table. She adjusted her arms so her hands rested neatly on her thighs, then used two fingers to lift her chin and open her mouth slightly. The pose looked ridiculous on her mother. Obedient. Empty. Like a doll waiting for instructions.

Lily stepped back and laughed quietly.

“You look so dumb like that.”

She circled her, still smiling. The fact that this was her actual mother made the whole thing sharper. Katie Donovan, former Olympian, competent adult, currently frozen on her knees in her own kitchen with her mouth hanging open because her daughter felt like it. She would never guess. Not in a million years.

Lily’s thoughts drifted further.

What was actually stopping her from just… leaving it like this? She could freeze the whole house. Walk out. Never deal with chores or lectures or being told what to do again. The idea sat in her head for a few seconds, heavier than she expected. Permanent was a big word. She wasn’t there yet. But the fact that she could be was intoxicating.

She left her mom like that for the moment and turned to Jack.

He still had the fork raised. Lily snorted, took it out of his hand, and set it down. Then, after a short hesitation, she reached for the waistband of his shorts. She had already gone further with strangers and teammates today. Doing something small to her brother felt less strange than it should have.

She tugged his shorts and boxers down just far enough to free his cock, then wrapped her hand around it. A few slow strokes were enough to get him fully hard in her grip. She kept going for another half minute, mechanical and curious more than anything, until she decided that was sufficient. When time started again, he would feel it. That was the point.

Lily fixed his clothes, returned to her seat, and looked over the scene one more time. Her mother still knelt on the floor in that stupid open-mouthed pose. Jack sat there unaware that he had just been handled.

She smiled to herself.

“Start.”

Sound and sensation slammed back in.

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Jack’s whole body jerked like he had been hit with a live wire. His cock was suddenly rock-hard, straining painfully against his shorts, the clear phantom feeling of a hand stroking him still lingering on his skin. Heat flooded straight down his spine and settled heavy in his gut. One second he had been eating dinner, mildly entertained by his own small commands. The next second he was throbbing and restless, almost aching with it.

What the fuck was that.

He shifted in his chair, breathing a little too fast, the hunger from earlier completely gone. In its place was a sharp, urgent need that made it hard to think about anything else. Something had happened while he wasn’t looking. His body was reacting like he had already been played with, and the leftover pleasure was quickly turning into full, demanding arousal.

His eyes cut to his mom, then to Lily.

Fuck it.

He was done waiting.

“Mom,” he said, voice lower and rougher than before. “Get under the table and take my shorts off.”

Katie stood, walked around, and crawled under the table without a word. Jack felt her hands on his waistband a second later, tugging his shorts and boxers down. The air hit his cock, already fully hard and sensitive.

Lily’s eyes went wide. “Jack, what are you—”

“Lily, ignore what Mom is doing. Sit there and play with your tits.”

Her hands came up at once, pulling her shirt and bra up so she could squeeze her own bare breasts. The rest of her protest died unfinished. She sat there at the table fondling herself, eyes no longer tracking what was happening under the table, as if the entire situation with their mother had simply stopped existing for her.

Jack leaned back in his chair, pulse hammering, and looked down at Katie.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Suck it.”

Katie leaned in and took him into her mouth, steady and obedient. Jack let out a shaky breath and glanced across the table at his sister, who was still cupping and squeezing her own tits on command, expression blankly focused on what her hands were doing.

The last of his restraint went out the window.

He was going to have fun with both of them.