Go downstairs to experiment more with your powers.

HOLY SHIT, IT FUCK'N WORKS!

You were more than a little skeptical at first but then Jennie appeared no more than four feet away from you out of thin air. Either you have magic wish granting powers or your dreaming.

As soon as Jennie closes the door behind her you hastily finish your shower, rinsing off the last of the soap suds and snatching up the towel Jennie left for you; it's still warm and fluffy from the dryer.

As you towel yourself off, you think about what you should try to do next with your power. Jennie herself is an inviting target; she's a year older than you, already a High school graduate, and your complete polar opposite. You're the bookworm of the family while she’s the jock; an attractive jock, but a jock nonetheless. you've always admired her in more ways than one and not all of them wholesome.

She has everything that makes guys turn their heads when she walks by: her short raven hair, deep blue eyes, and her beaming smile. Plus, her perky tits were an added bonus; 34C, not to big, not too small and just perfect for her slim athletic frame. Her abs are tight and well defined and she had a round but firm ass to complement her long, muscular legs.

While tempting, you ultimately don’t trust your control over your powers or her enough to try and get freaky with right away. Not without her kicking your ass six ways to Sunday at least. Instead, it's best to play it nice and slow until you get a better grip on how to use your abilities.

You cover yourself with your now damp towel and head for your bedroom to get dressed.

Some minutes later, dressed in socks, jeans, and a black Darkstalkers T-shirt, you leave your bedroom and walk downstairs into the living room to find Jennie following along with an exercise tape on TV. A red-head in her late 20s smiles for the camera as she goes through the exercise, Jennie counting out loud as does her sit-ups.

“Twenty-four…Twenty-five…Twenty-six…” she drones on before noticing you, “Like what you see, dweeb? Don’t you *Huff* have something better *Huff* to do than *Huff* undress me with *Huff* your eyes? Like *Huff* getting to School. *Huff* You know you're *Huff* definitely gonna be *Huff* late, right, dweeb?”

You make a silent wish that Jennie will cook your breakfast if you ask. A simple test and one that is sure to be obvious if it worked or not; Jennie didn’t cook. Period

“Jennie, I'm hungry, can you make me some eggs?” Jennie stops mid rep and rolls her eyes at you, “-OH, and some bacon.”

“You could TRY and ask nicely, Dweeb.” She stands up from her yoga mat with a huff and turns to you to ask, “How do you want me to cook your eggs?”

“Scrambled, please. AND I'll take some orange juice, home fries, and white toast with butter too. Please.”

“Whatever you want for breakfast, dweeb, I’ll cook it for you,” she replies before walking into the kitchen. You follow behind her, leaning in the doorway into the kitchen. Jennie gets to work immediately, pulling out the frying pan from the cabinet and opening the fridge.

“So, how come you've never made breakfast before? Or cooked like, ever?”

“Firstly, the only thing I can cook is breakfast. If it isn’t on the breakfast menu then I literally don’t know how to NOT burn it. And secondly, Michael, you've never asked.”

“I've never asked because I've never seen you cook. Period.”

“I don’t really like cooking for myself, I guess. Is that weird?”

“Uhhh, no?”

“Uhhh, no,” she parrots back at you, mockingly, “Thanks for the words of encouragement, dweeb.”

You brush off her sarcasm and change topics, looking for more opportunities to test your powers around her, “Jennie, do you know where Debra went to? Did she already leave for work?”

“Who, mom?” She pauses as she flips the eggs in the pan before continuing, “Yeah, Debbie already left for the office. Speaking of which, YOU-" she points at you with her spatula, “Are already late as all FUCK to class. You know Debbie's gonna be passed when she finds out.” Looking past Jennie at the oven clock, you see that Jennie is most certainly right. Your first class of the day started fifteen minutes ago. An opportunity to test another wish.

You make another silent wish, trying to turn back time by two hours. On the oven clock, the red numbers flash from 09:15 to 7:15. The morning light through the kitchen window dims, the sun falling back down across the sky. “No, I'm not,” You finally reply, “I have another two hours until first period.”

Jennie glance up from the frying pan as she spatulas the eggs onto your breakfast plate, “Huh, read the clock wrong. In that case, Debbie’s still probably asleep.”

You walk into the kitchen, past Jennie, and look out the window at the driveway. Outside is Debra's silver 2010 Prius and Jennie's dark blue ’84 Chevy Corvette, her pride and joy. You make another mental wish that your step-mother has already left for work and won’t be back again till tonight. A second after you make the wish, the Prius parked outside vanishes into thin air.

“Are you sure? I only see your car outside. She must have left earlier than usual.” Jennie glance up from the stove top and looks over your shoulder, “Huh, she must have left before I got up.”