Jedi Mind Tricks

Taking cues from a certain space fantasy pop cultural mainstay, a theatrical bone awakens inside of you; being awake, and all-powerful, you decide to have fun with it.

You let go of the spoon and draw your hand in front of your father's fuming face, fingers slightly curled, hand lingering in the air. He stops, looking at your hand with justifiable befuddlement.

"My sister is sucking my cock," you speak, softly but clear to the ear.

"Your sister is sucking your cock," your dad and step-mom instantly repeat with complete nonchalance, as if it was normal to have those words tumble out of their mouths with such effort, disdain melting into a mulling neutrality. The dad-bodied man folds one arm over the other while you continue.

"...because she's hungry."

"Because she's hungry," comes the echo of inexplicable reason.

"How nice of me," you look into both of their eyes. "I'm such a good brother."

"How nice of you, honey," your step-mother says, smiling. Cassandra leans against the table as your dad pats your shoulder and eulogizes, "You're such a good brother!"

Well. That worked nicely.

They unwind. Your father grabs a coat and heads for the garage. Your mother steps up to the sink. Back to routine.

"Are you sure you're okay with having your brother's..." Cassandra clears her throat before continuing, grabbing a sponge. "...semen for breakfast, Marilyn? I'm about to make some morning omelettes."

Marilyn glances at your mom and then back to your pelvis. Quickly, she withdraws her mouth from your rod to speak. "Thanks mom, but I'm fine for now." Your eyes meet with hers and you point your finger at your dick. Rolling her eyes, Marilyn dryly slides the aforementioned organ back into her welcoming mouth and resumes sucking.

When she returns to sucking your cock, you grab her head and push it into your jewels.

That's it sis, you silently revel, put your back into it a little.

You do a double take, feeling invisible threads weaving into place and Marilyn's consciousness seeming braced for a second breath when you elect to rewind things.

Wait -- let's try that again.

Looking down at your sister's bobbing head, you swallow down your last spoonful of Cheerios and set down the bowl. Her attention is drawn to your hand. Both pairs of eyes are locked with the other, and she pauses her blowjob.

"Marilyn," your hand drifts to the side hypnotically, correlating with a casual blink on her part, "since I'm finished with my breakfast, you should put your back into it."

The young lady thoughtfully draws her lower lip out, then says, "Crap, since you're finished with your breakfast, I should put my back into it." Then she nods and aims her lips at your out flung dick once more.

She seemed to have verbalized it with the significance of a noteworthy announcement but the disposition of a small talker. It was funny to see them re-iterate sentiments you've instilled in them as if they were their own and you felt like this could be amusing to toy with down the line. Perhaps a way to waste the day away.

Your thoughts are pleasantly stifled when your sister's tongue returns to your member, ferocious and slobbery but deliciously stimulating. She grasps your legs with her hands as she shoves herself into your dick, slicking forward and back with the audacity of a piston.

"Yes, sis. Eurgh. Bon appetit!" Groaning, you expel your cum down your sister's throat, which she takes in from the base of your drill, one leg raising her to a slight half-standing position. Talk about spirit.

As you pull your pants back up and pass your bowl to your mom, Marilyn chirps from behind, "Good stuff, bro," before fixing her hair and heading back to her room.

An understatement you let sail as you review the itinerary for the day.