Mike, 32 years old..

Mike was a garage rat, a tinkerer, a shop guy. If it had parts or science to it, he was figuring out how it worked, didn't work, or improving it. Some called him weird, but bottom line was, Mike was good with his hands, and had an inventive brain in his head.

After messing with a door opener and laser pointer, Mike was onto something. He wasn't exactly sure just yet, but, the two systems went together, somehow.

"The computer chip in the opener is pretty strong, I'll say that" Mike thought, jotting down notes. "Don't know why it radiates when I hit the button, but, that's for another day..And the laser pointer is one full beam" he noted.

Within a month, and after many hours of trial and error, Mike had something unheard of: Somehow, the combination of the chip, laser, and his efforts, created something that could affect other things.

"I pointed it towards my empty mug, and the coffee refilled by itself" he spoke aloud. "Shoot it towards the Indian statue with all the hands, and it started to dance and put it's hands on it's tummy" Mike noted, laughing at the memory of it. "I had that statue dancing like a belly dancer..Wrong to say, but, it was kinda sexy" he mused.

"Do I dare try it on..People? See what happens?". Mike decided in the affirmative.

Heading for his older sister Denise's apartment, Mike had the handheld in his pocket. He also knew of her habit of dressing very comfy at home, often in as little as possible. Bikini bottoms or top, ratty shirts, her thin, satin robe wide open. Denise, or, D, as he called her, was all about comfort. And being sexy, which she very much was.

Greeting him with their usual hug and quick kiss, D was in white bikini bottoms and a half-cut, byt hand, concert t-shirt. Her long hair was worn down, as usual, bare feet, and 4" long, cheetah-polished nails that she loved.

"Hi, hun.." she stated as they caught up on things. "What do you have going on now in that workshop? It's always something, right?" Denise lightheartedly asked and examining her cheetah nails.

"They look hot, by the way" Mike complimented the sister's natural, never fake, claws. "Red next time?" he asked.

"May-be, yeah..This color, though, is fun..I even have cheetah thong undies!" she laughed.

"I just finished something in my workshop..Don't know what it really does yet (only with regards to people)" he told her, eyeing up her short shirt and wanting more.

Taking it out of his pocket and pressing the button, the sexy sister's high-cut shirt slowly raised above her amazing, bulging tits, followed by Denise's raising her arms above her head and the shirt removing itself, along with her white, lace half-bra.

"Those are so full and perfect, D..You have great tits.." Mike told her. The sexy sister not only noticed, but went along well, agreeing.

"I do, don't I?" Did I just take my shirt and bra off for you? I mean, it's ok, I like pleasing you..And yeah, I do have great tits, don't I?" Sexy Denise replied, not knowing how her shirt came off but embracing it in the name of pleasing Mike.

"Ok, so..This thing can do what I'm thinking? Is that it?" Mike reasoned to himself. "I did want her shirt off and her topless..Damn, those tits are so fucking perfect..Look at her" Mike thought.

Pressing the button again, Mike figured she'd remove her bikini bottoms next. He was correct, but only partially.

"C'mere..Take..Take these off of me..Pull them down and off..Then, taste them. For me, sweets? Do it for Denise..Taste my thong" she asked. Jay did exactly as asked, and, being honest with himself, the thought of doing just that ran through his mind when he first saw her. He loved her in bikinis, and had often tasted her bottoms. Now, however, she was asking him to do it, soaking up the worship. And they tasted like her sweet, warm mound.

Mike the inventor was very happy with his new creation. After a weekend of fucking his long-time obsession, Denise, they were both exhausted, yet, not leaving one another. An after-effect of the invention, apparently, was..Permanancy. Denise was his now, to do what he pleased, whenever he pleased it, and she was wide open to his suggestions and thoughts.

"Ok, I get it..Do something with someone..Her..My Her..Goddam, she's so hot..And they're yours forever..Denise is fully mine now" Mike understood.

Now, it was time to head out into the world with this new handheld. With, course, Denise at his side. Dressed in as little as the law would allow, or, she could get away with. He wanted to show her off.