Lack of Control at the Dinner Table

I had been lying on my bed for the past few hours, pondering my situation. This power was amazing and terrifying at the same time. I had been unable to stop myself from controlling my sister, earlier, and though it felt exhilarating at the moment, there was no telling how much damage it could have done if I had been unable to erase her memories of the event.

My range was limited; thirty feet or so; which meant that I couldn't control anyone who wasn't nearby. Worst, if I controlled anyone and got too far away from them, they could escape and tell others about what happened. I had to be careful... But how could you be careful with such a power if you couldn't control it?

I felt completely helpless. I was blessed with a fucking curse! A curse that might very well make me the most powerful man in the world... But also **** me to spend every minute worrying about the consequences of using this godly power.

"Dinner's ready!" I heard my mother call from downstairs.

"Coming!" I heard Lydia yell back from her bedroom.

I clenched my teeth as I stood up and started pacing back and forth across my room. Could I risk joining them down stairs without any more incidents happening? What if I couldn't stop myself? What if I lost control again?

I shook my head violently as I walked around, trying to clear these thoughts out of my mind. I needed to get a grip on myself. I couldn't stay locked in my bedroom all day, every day.

Finally, after a very long minute of taking deep breaths, I was calm enough to go join the family for dinner. As soon as I entered the dining area, I immediately noticed something was wrong: I could feel the ethereal tentacles coming out of me and brushing against my sister and parents like spiderwebs catching insects that just happened to pass through them.

I had to focus very hard to keep them from entering their minds.

My father, a middle-aged man with short brown hair and thick glasses stared at me with suspicion when he saw my troubled face.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, noticing how quiet I suddenly was.

"Yeah..." I answered quietly. "Everything is fine."

My mother turned her attention towards me once she finished dishing herself some food. Her blue eyes widened slightly as I met her gaze and she raised an eyebrow questioningly.

She was was younger than my father by ten years. She took care of herself and while she was in her late fourties now, she still looked beautiful. She was like an older version of my sister; the same facial structure, the same chest size, even the same skin tone and just like for Lydia, I could not keep myself from lusting after her. I was so fucked up!

"You look a bit pale today, dear." My mom continued to stare into my eyes as I picked up a fork full of lasagna. I gulped as she leaned forward a little, pressing her huge tits against the side of the table.

'Stay in control!' I thought to myself as I blurted out some random excuse for my behavior.

"Just tired." I replied nonchalantly before grabbing some bread and stuffing it into my mouth to avoid saying anything else that would arouse any suspicions.

"How was your day, honey?" My mother asked my sister.

"Oh... It was great!" Lydia responded cheerfully while helping herself to another serving. "I went shopping with Anna! I hadn't seen her in ages!"

"Tell me you didn't go out dressed like that.." My father said with an incredulous voice while staring at my sister's outfit which consisted of a pair of black shorts and a tiny white crop top with a very low cut backside revealing almost all of her ample cleavage.

I stared at her too. She was so fucking...

"I think you're pretty sexy, honey!" My mother teased, her cheeks turning red as she seemed to ogle her own daughter. My father nodded, his eyes locked on my sister's cleavage.

"I know, right?" Lydia beamed, running her hands down her sides and causing her breasts to bounce around as I struggled to keep myself out of their heads. Damn it! Why was I doing this? Why couldn't I just stop myself from thinking about this!?

Dirty thoughts started flooding through my mind, as I pictured my mother and sister stripping naked and leaning against the table for me to... NO! STOP IT! I tried as hard as I could to keep my feelings and desires to myself.

"Is it me or it is pretty hot in here?" My mother asked innocently as she started unbuttoning her shirt. Lydia moaned slightly and winked at me. My heart skipped a beat.

"Well you two are pretty hot, for sure!" My father agreed enthusiastically, his right hand wandering towards his crotch.

I screamed internally and let the panic I was feeling wash my arousal away as the tentacles outside me withdrew from my family.

Their demeanor changed instantly; Lydia sat straight and covered her breasts, my mother quickly closed her shirt before turning bright red and my father cleared his throat, quickly moving his hand away from what I supposed was an erection as big as the one I was currently hiding.

"So," my dad said nervously after a few seconds of silence had passed between us. "What were we talking about?"

My head hurt so bad. I felt dizzy with anger and frustration at how close I came to crossing a line. Thankfully, no one seemed to suspect anything out of place... Or at least that I was the one to blame for their strange behavior.

"Excuse me..." I mumbled and left my seat, heading upstairs to my room. I needed time alone in order to calm myself down. To get over this.

My family stared at me as I left but did not make any comment.