Not too bad, but when he gets home...

Chase thought about how hard his mother had worked as a single mom and how he could leverage this newfound ability of his to ease the workload. She worked in sales and was the top earner on her team. She was beautiful and charismatic, so duh. But he knew there was a lot of bullshit that she had to put up with at the office between sexism and weird, creepy men who considered their competitive rivalry to be some sort of mating ritual. They came to her after a long day expecting a date for their “hard work”.

It had bothered him before, it was ridiculous that it happened to his mom at all simply because she was stunning. But now that she was one of HIS women, it REALLY got on his nerves to the point of anger. Maybe he could perhaps…siphon a little bit from a top 1%’er who wouldn’t even notice the money being gone.

Hmmmm…

Chase made his way to a bank not far from his house, a national chain, and walked up to the counter. There was almost nobody in here except for the tellers and a receptionist.

“May I please have a list of the top holders of liquid capitol in this bank?”

The teller looked at him inquisitively, “And do you have an account with us, Mister…”

“Benders, Chase Benders.”

“Oh-Ahh, I do apologize Mister Benders, yes of course.”

These powers surprised him a little bit every day. The lady teller got right to work typing furiously on her keyboard. The way she was hunched, he could almost see her cleavage through the buttoning of her dress shirt. Her long blonde hair covered it some too.

“Excuse me,” he asked and she looked up at him, “Could you just unbutton your shirt a little bit for me, it's kind of hard to see your wonderful breasts.”

She looked down at her chest and giggled a little, “Of course I can, Mister Benders, you only ever need to ask and we here at KeyKey Bank will do anything we can to make your visit more enjoyable.”

She unbuttoned her shirt and purposely splayed it so that her cleavage was more than visible for him. Her lacy, sky blue bra was on full display and so was her petite chest. A little less than a B cup by Chase’s visual measurements. A very pleasant way to pass the time rather than just staring off into space.

And the power he had. He was scared to admit it but even just this little push of dominance made him rock hard. Enforcing a new dress code on someone he never met just so he could stare at a nice pair of tits?

Amazing.

A couple more clicks on the mouse and the printer whirred to life. She got up and collected the papers, dropping one and leaning down very, very low to get it. Chase’s eyes were glued to the action going on down her shirt and she stood up with a knowing smile and a wink. So proactive. He should come to banks more often. Such a studious work ethic.

She handed him the printouts with more than a little hand contact and he skimmed them. He resisted the urge to let out a low long whistle. There were a lot of zeros on this sheet.

“Transfer ten thousand from let’s say…” What was a good starting number? He hated to admit it, but Chase didn’t really have a full idea of how much money it took to do the things he wanted to do. “...From these first twenty accounts into my savings. Oh and five thousand in cash from that first one as well, please”

He finished the sentence definitively, trying to sound as confident as possible. This was the first big thing he had done and would certainly leave a paper trail. He was nervous as hell! But the thought of being able to have his sweet, sexy mother home all the time for him to enjoy was motivation enough to push through.

“Certainly, Mister Benders,” she said, taking the papers back from him and punching some numbers in on the keypad.

Chase leaned in, “And can we keep this transaction on the down low?” He asked hesitantly. “I don’t wanna draw too much attention with this.”

The clerk nodded sagely and looked to his face and then back to her computer screen in a moment of contemplation.

“This is more or less just a drop in the bucket for these accounts, I’ll make sure they’re securely authorized and will look like they come from their local branches. Also I’ll obscure your name from the transaction history. If somebody does end up asking about it they can call me and I can tell them its for you. They’ll completely understand and the information will only be shared off the record.”

Chase smiled a conspiratorial smile, not bad at all.

“Thank you, Danielle,” he read her name off of her nametag, “That’s wonderful news, I'm so happy I could kiss you right now!”

“That would make my day, Mister Benders.” Danielle looked up at him with doe eyes and leaned forward, putting her cleavage even more on display than it already was.

Chase was never one to miss out on a smooch and leaned down to cup her chin and draw her face to his. Her lips were pleasantly warm and she smelled like sweet vanilla. They held the kiss for a little longer than he should have probably. Only letting go when he heard someone come into the bank behind him.

She looked up at him, biting her lip subconsciously and blushing profusely. She turned back to the monitor and hammered out some more text, shifting in her chair, terribly aroused.

Chase left the bank with five thousand dollars in a neat, little stack of hundreds tucked into his back pocket. Unfortunately there was no other place to put them. But Chase was hoping that the very same powers that got him the cash would keep opportunists away.

Unfortunately, Chase was wrong. Halfway home Chase was unceremoniously bumped into by a guy in a black hoodie with the hood on.

It was the middle of summer, what was he…Chase felt his pocket. Yeah, that tracked.

“Hey, stop!” Chase projected calmly in their direction. All the other people within earshot immediately ceased what they were doing and looked at him. Oh shit, that was new. He chose his next words more carefully.

“You in the black hoodie, return to me what you stole.”

The man slumped in defeat and walked over to Chase, handing over the stack of cash without a fuss. The look on his face was like that of a child that got busted stealing from the cookie jar. Just mildly annoyed and disappointed.

Chase raised his voice up again, “Everyone, carry on. Thank you!”

The world around him seemed to speed up again as all the citizens resumed their tasks. Don’t let it go to your head, Chase. Don’t let it go to your head.

He returned home triumphantly and exhausted. A car was pulling up to the side of the road near his house but he thought nothing of it as he opened his front door and called out a greeting to those within.

Just his sister called back and he soon saw Chelsea get up from watching TV and pull up her phone to look at it as she came to greet him with a hug and a quick kiss.

“Chase, where have you been? There’s something I needed to talk to you about, really quick.” This wasn’t the homecoming that Chase expected, but he would roll with the punches.

“Our cousin is coming over for dinner with his girlfriend. I’m so, so sorry about this, but we can’t be getting all handsy or lovey like we usually do, okay?”

Chase looked into her eyes, they were apologetic and pleading and her body language was all rushed. He was very confused. He would openly make out with his mother in public and no one batted an eye, or even both of them at once. Why on earth would they ever have to keep from doing the same thing in the comfort of their own home? He just ate a girl out on the street and stole- ahem- forcibly transferred a large sum of money out from under the noses of CEOs and politicians.

“It’ll be fine,” he urged, “I’ll talk to him. He’ll understand.”

Chelsea looked at him doubtful. “Not everyone in the family is okay with this lifestyle, Chase. Talk to him all you want. But please just for the evening, can we pretend we have a very usual and non-sexual relationship like a normal brother and sister? I don’t have classes tomorrow so we can stay up allll night long together, alright? You can do whatever you want to me, my love.” She brushed a teasing finger up his chest and hooked it under his chin, kissing him on the lips gently. “Please? For me?”

Chase couldn’t think of what to say, so he just blinked and nodded. He was dumbfounded. For the first time since he had woken up on his eighteenth birthday, his Suggestion…wasn’t working.

Chelsea peered around him. They were still in the front hallway, Chase hadn’t even taken off his shoes yet.

“Oh shit,” she hissed, “They’re here already! Mom isn’t even back with the ingredients for dinner yet!” She gave him a quick peck on the lips again and went to open the door for them.