Pick it up.

"Hey, girl!" she accepted the call and grinned, lying on her back. My cock hardened at her rising, falling breasts. The side of her cleavage was barely visible from my position, but it was nonetheless titillating. "You survive that traffic jam from Alamito?"

I wrinkled. Alamito? Must've been Hana, her hot blond friend. She lived a couple cities away ever since nabbing a neat internship; connections and all. They still kept in touch, going on outings in the old city whenever their schedules lined up. But boy did they go on and on with those phone calls. Sometimes inane things, sometimes stories of friends, but if they were on the line usually it would be pulled to kingdom come until finally they just ran out of things to say and devolved into random inside jokes. Or they were actually outside the door.

It would be nice if, sometimes, they would talk less about the newest hit yogurt shop and just get to the meat of the thing already. After all, I...

My eyes widened.

Wait...

...what if... what if what I was looking for was already right here? I turned my wrist up to my face, and blinked. This mark -- with it, nothing was impossible anymore.

Looking back at my sister, I hoped to divinity it would work. With a palpable tingling in the air, I sent a thought at my sister then through one ear and out the other; at least, that's how I tried picturing it. Immediately, I felt another elephant parading through my tiny figurative doors before having relief wash over me.

"Oh, yeah, I know, they have some greeat new specials. Wanna drop by before we pick up your uncle's anniversary gift?"

Suddenly, Abigail removed the phone from her ear and placed it on speaker phone. As I'd assumed, it was Hana on the other end.

I nearly felt my heart twist at what she said next.

"Haha, you know it girl!" Pause. "Oh, by the way, Abby, I'm reeeally wet right now. Ugh, I'm so soaked. Just tell me if you can hear this." Sounds of rustling came through the other end. Then indistinct, fabric-brushing slapping noises. Hana's voice was back on. "That was my hand at my pussy, by the way, ugh, I could really use a man to fuck right now."

Abigail burst into laughter, not fazed an inch by her friend's words. "Oh, Hana, you're such a slut," she said with a knowing smile as she rolled over to her stomach, placing her head on the top of her folded arms.

"I know, girl! I'm such a horny, dick-loving slut, aren't I?"

"He-he-heeell yes you are!" Abigail bellowed with a chuckle, then continued cleverly, "and I bet the gift you're getting for your uncle is gonna be your hot wet sexy blonde-ass cunt, isn't it?"

A dry laugh croaked through. "Ha-ha Mrs. Sherlock Holmes. The first thing I do when I see my uncle is cream my pants, girl; of course his anniversary gift is going to be my wet, slutty cunt. We've been over this so many times already I could fuck an elephant and you'd still act surprised at how slutty your bitch of a friend is."

Abigail's eyes twinkled, not bothering with her friend's last statement. "Yeah," she sighed wistfully at the thought of Hana's uncle, "your uncle's just so fat."

An affirmative nod could practically be felt from the other end. "And so hairy."

"And so crickety."

Both women let out airy moans of pleasure. I was nearly **** myself with suppressed laughter. But I was as hard as can be, too. Still stirred by her previous show, I looked at Abigail and thought at her.

"Hey, Abby," Hana chimed. "Have you been showing your brother some attention recently?"

I breathed in. I decided I'd make this conversation sound as natural as I unnaturally could. Note: it wasn't easy.

"Who, Daniel?" Abigail frowned. "Well, yeah, I mean... I talk to him and stuff. We're in good terms."

"Yeah yeah," Hana verbally waved, "but have you done his chores this week?"

"Oh dang!" She slapped her forehead. "No, no I didn't! Completely forgot!"

Hana laughed. "Whoopsie-daisy! Good going, girl." Her tone suddenly shifted mid-speech and she retracted what she had been about to say, her breath turning sultry. "You've been bad, very bad, Abby. You should go ask your brother to give you a spanking like the hot naughty bitch you are."

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," Abigail rolled onto her back and began climbing out of bed. "I'll do that. Anyways, I'll see you when you get here, alright Hana?"

"Yep. I'll be cumming in my pants fantasizing about you while I'm driving there."

"Don't forget to flash your breasts at the next driver you stop by, though, okay?"

"I won't," Hana reassured, "If I do, though, I'll just ask your cute brother to spank me too."

Abigail nodded. "Okay, sounds cool." Just before she hung up, she added, "Oh, Hana? Is it okay if you don't call my brother cute in that way if you don't mind? It's kind of weird."

After a terse apology from Hana, they said their farewells and hung up. Once I released my breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding, I frowned. I had to let go of them at that last part. That bit about not calling me cute was my sister's own, unfortunately. An internal huff went through me. Bit of a mood killer, but that was fine. The fact that the two girls had gone along with my planted words while still retaining their own personality which, naturally, would have conflicted but in their heads belonged right where they were actually made it even more arousing. Maybe somewhere inside her psyche, my sister was aware of the fact that they were talking dirty and saying profane things was not natural, but basically shrugged it off and allowed it to make sense. So afterward, when not being planted in, the association of those things to me, her own brother, was something that tickled her the wrong way because it wasn't like she was totally changed, just "modulated", so to speak -- so she was still completely content with believing what I put in her brain about calling her friend a slut and being spanked, and gave that priority, but her general moral compass was still deluding herself into its being intact when it was really me tampering with it. So it wasn't resistance; it was just the sense of individualism was retained with or without the influence of my power.

Realizing that my sister was about to leave the room, I cut through my reverie and ran to my bedroom. Awkwardly, I found myself unsure where to put myself. After a lame brain fart, I plopped onto the bed.

It was a couple seconds later that a knock came on the door. Twisting myself on the bed, I called, "Come in!"

The door opened, and Abigail appeared half-naked at the doorway. I swallowed, drinking in her body. Now it was right in front of me. I was hiding no longer. Instead, she was approaching me.

"Hey, bro, you not going to school?"

Wow. School, almost forgot about that. I stared at my sister, wishing she wouldn't worry so much about my attendance. I felt another kind of feeling course through me as her eyes relaxed and she went up to me and sat by me on the bed.

"Never mind. Hey," she said, looking at me as if she just remembered something, "do you know how my ass feels?"

My rod popped from dormancy as I shook my head. "N-no," I stammered, starting to feel weak in the head as lust dominated me. Without skipping a beat, my sister placed her hand over mine and moved it towards her body.

"Have you ever touched a girl's butt?"

"N-not... that I can think of, no." I just gulped, my rising member practically shutting me down into a lusty haze. This was turning out a little different than I had envisioned -- practically foreplay fantasy as if automatically streamed through my dick. My sister just frowned.

"So you've never gotten to feel one." She placed my hand on her obliques, then gently down to her thigh. "How's that? Pretty soft, right?" She watched my expression neutrally. I found the will to shake my head yes, and she smiled. "Great. I try to keep my body healthy. I'm glad you like it. Here," she swished her head to the side and removed a laptop from my bed, as if to make sure it wouldn't fall. Then with a minor grunt, she crawled over my legs until her ass was right in front of me, then gently set it down on top of my crotch, laying down stomach-first below me.

"Please, spank me," she said, with a tone akin to inviting the McLane's next door to step inside, "and feel free to touch and play with my butt in any way you wish. It's the least I could do, bro."

I was drenched in flames of lust as I stared at what looked like her glowing ass before me. Who cared who she was, who cared how perfect it was or wasn't; the fact was, I got someone, a real complete person, to do this for me, somehow, and I was now feeling her smooth body because of some secret; a secret only I knew, that the rest of the world was completely unaware of, that gave me complete control over them.

This was the feeling of a god. I brought down the tip of my finger and traced it up her thigh and onto the fleshy swell of her left ass cheek and pushed against it like a set of putty, wiggling down into the pleasantly soft muscle. Then I slapped it, and slapped it again. My manhood throbbed against my sister's pantied pussy as she let out a mild grunt. Then the doorbell rang through the house, and I felt my head pulse even harder.

Someone else to join the fun... I thought with a slur as I squeezed my sister's ass cheek and she remained contently planked over my legs.