Home (In your 20s, 18 yo sister)

You decide to head home to think. It’s only a short walk back the way you came and, on a Saturday, the streets are less packed and the traffic lighter. You do find yourself looking to see if the witch is still around but there is no sign of her.

You get home and let yourself in. You decide to sit out by the pool with a drink since the sun is out and it is such a nice day. As you head to the kitchen for the drink, however, you see that your sister and her friends have had the same idea and are lying on the banana lounges in their bikinis getting a tan. You are about to grab your drink and go when your sister notices you looking at them.

“Get lost perve!” she says and her friends giggle.

You head up to your room. Your sister has become a real bitch since she turned 18 and started dating (and obviously fucking) college guys. Somehow this boosted her popularity at school and in doing so turned her from your nice, if annoying, kid sister into an uber-bitch who treats everyone who is not part of her clique (including you) like dirt. You are sorely tempted to do something nasty to her with your new power like give her explosive syphilis or something…

… You stop yourself. Doing that sort of thing would no better (and possibly infinitely worse) than her. She let power corrupt her. You can’t let that happen, not when you have so much of it. You can, however, undo the corruption that power hath wrought on her. You take out The Pen, sit down at your desk and think of how you want to word this…

“My sister is popular because she is a genuinely good person who treats everyone with kindness unless they give her a reason not to. She is an excellent judge of character and so only surrounds herself with, and dates, good people.”

You go down to see what has changed. To your surprise your sister is still out sunning herself, however the changes you made seem to have had an actual effect on her appearance. She looks less stressed and happier than she has in months. Her friends have changed to … to totally different girls, but they are no less attractive than the ones they replaced, more possibly thanks to also looking more relaxed, happy and … genuine.

Your sister catches you looking again but she waves to you, smiling.

“Hey bro, put your suit on and come join us.”

You do want to get to know her new friends better so you agree and hurry back to your room.

Before you start getting changed you realise that you don’t know how your sister’s new friends feel about you. You don’t even know their names. You decide to shift things a little in your favour while admitting you might have been a little corrupted by your power.

Taking up The Pen you write…

“I know everyone’s name when I look at them”

“The girls by our pool with my sister are really attracted to me and will do anything to be my girlfriend. My sister knows this and will leave us alone, trusting me to work the situation out.”

“My sister’s friends always follow my suggestions and enjoy doing so.”

"I can have sex as often as I like without any loss of ability"

You then hurry down to the pool passing your sister on the way, who says “I’m just going to … do something … for a while. You guys have fun” before heading for her room.

You get outside and find the girls are sitting in the spa talking. The moment you see them you know that the slim redhead is Amy and the thicc blonde is Stacy. When they see you they stop and then motion for you to join them. As you slide in across from them they look a little serious. They look at each other and then at you.

“Um … John ... can we ask you a question?” Stacy asks. “And we want you to be honest”

“Of course” you say.

“Which of us do you like more” asks Amy.

You look at them in mock surprise. “Um … I like you both the same.”

They look disappointed.

“Why?” you ask.

They seem to be considering for a moment and then Stacy say “It’s just … we both like you a lot and … we were hoping you would say which one you liked more so that she could … ask if you’d like to be her boyfriend.”

“I see” you say “But aren’t you friends? Like really good friends?”

“Yes” says Amy.

“And wouldn’t the one I didn’t choose feel bad and be maybe a bit jealous of the one I did?”

“Yes” says Stacy.

“Then it’s a good thing I like you both equally because I wouldn’t want to make either of you feel bad or hurt your friendship”

“But if you don’t choose one of us we’ll both feel bad because we both want to be your girlfriend.” says Amy.

“And who said you can’t be? I like you both equally so why can’t you both be my girlfriend.”

They look at each other as if they had never considered that possibility. “Really?” they ask, almost in unison.

“Sure” you say “If you are both happy.”

They stare at each other as if having a mental conversation and then turn back to you. “O.k.” says Stacy as thy both swim over and sit to either side of you“it’s settled, we will both be your girlfriend and we’ll share you.”

“You might need to share me with other girls too.” you say “Is that all right?”

“I guess so.” says Amy. “As long as you are honest about it and don’t go cheating on us”.

“Yeah” says Stacy “No cheating on us.”

“Agreed” you say knowing that if you need to “cheat” you can probably do so without any consequence for as long as you have The Pen.

“So” says Amy “We’re your girlfriends. I guess we should celebrate with a kiss, but who get to kiss you first?”

“You could Rock, Paper, Scissors for it.” you suggest.

“O.k.” they say in unison and move to the middle of the spa.