Twin Trouble!

A/N: You guys really liked the last chapter, so as promised: here's the follow up.

For a moment, I sat there in silence. What had I been thinking? I had the opportunity to ask for anything. I didn’t even need to test the supernatural limits of my powers. I didn’t NEED to ask for something like loyalty, or her mind. I could’ve gone simple! Why, oh why, didn’t I just ask for a boobjob? Great, now I’m hard with no way to alleviate myself.

Sigh. Guess it’s too late now. Better take advantage of her wallet before she cancels all the cards.

After opening up her wallet, it was all pretty standard stuff. An assorted collection of dollar bills that totaled $82, her credit and debit cards, some feminine products, and a Polaroid picture of Stacy herself, plastered with cum and kissing some dude’s cock with a dopey smile on her face.

You know, all the normal stuff that women carry in their wallets.

Right, now I was DEFINITELY hard. What a fucking slut. Who keeps something like that in its physical form, especially in their wallet? Guess she really didn’t have any shame.

Matter of fact, going back to the whole ‘normal stuff that women carry in their wallets’ (which was sarcastic of course), isn’t it weird in itself that she even had a wallet to begin with? Don’t most women carry purses? Maybe they carried both?

Heh. Shows what I know about women. Now, let’s see if we can’t max out these credit cards, shall we?

Admittedly, thinking wasn’t my strong suit. Now that I was home, and had maxed out Stacy’s credit on gift cards for Amazon, I was in a bit of a slump. I had always fantasized about abusing my power, but unfortunately never thought about how to actually do so.

Just how far did my abilities stretch? Could I ask for something metaphysical, like someone’s loyalty? If I had asked Stacy for ownership of her soul, would she have belonged to me forever? Unfortunately, my biggest opportunity for testing that, Stacy herself, was no longer in the vicinity.

Now I was stuck at home with my bratty twin sister’s and our Mom, while our Dad was off on some beach dancing naked with some whore he found at work.

While moping about my situation, I had been halfheartedly writing down ideas of things to ask for. They ranged from services, such as boobjobs, to metaphysical things, such as loyalty, all the way to completely ridiculous things.

You might be thinking, with all the idea’s you’ve had so far, what would fall into the ridiculous category? Well, my impatient spectator, if you would shut up and let me explain, I’d get there!

Yes, I agree with your face of mild shock! I’m very hurt by your need to rush me.

Hey why are you looking over my shoulder? Oh shi–

“What’s up, Jackson? Back from school all ready?” A voice from behind me asked.

Dear god please no.

“Awwww, what’s wrong, don’t you wanna say hi to your favorite sisters in the whole world?” Another voiced chimed in.

Please just 5 minutes to myself.

“Yeah, I guess Onii-Chan is too embarrassed to look at us.” The first voice parroted back, in mock sadness.

It was the twin terrors. May god have mercy on my soul.

The first thing you would learn about Mary and Sadie was that they were a stereotype of a stereotype. When you looked up “bratty twins” in a dictionary, I’m pretty sure their picture would be all over the page.

Make no mistake, despite the Onii-Chan nickname, they were not Japanese, or even Asian for that matter. They were about as white as a bowl of mayonnaise mixed with vanilla ice-cream, and it showed in how they presented themselves.

Platinum blonde hair, stockings, jean shorts, thick plastic looking heels, and crop tops that showed WAY too much underboob. The only way to tell them apart was their hairstyles.

Mary had straight back blonde hair, while Sadie had her little rays of sunshine tied into pigtails. They even coordinated their panty colors! Hell, they would’ve matched up bras if they wore them… and I know that because back when they were developing, they did!

Don’t ask how I know about that... or the panty thing, okay? Anyway…

“What do you want now? I’m studying.” I grunted, hoping to get them to leave without bothering me too much.

“Ah ah ah!” Sadie tsked. “That doesn’t look like studying Onii-Chan.”

“Why do you keep calling me that? I watched anime one time and didn’t even like it that muc– hey give that back!” I stumbled over myself, trying to snatch back the piece of paper they had just yoinked from my desk. “That’s uh- not what it looks like?”

For a second, there was silence as the twins faces got more and more red, before they slammed the paper back down on the table.

“What the fuck?! I know we tease you like a hentai protagonist, but you’re not supposed to actually be a pervert!” Mary shrieked.

“This is absolutely not-fucking-okay! I’m telling Mom!” Mary agreed, grabbing Sadie’s arm and leading her towards my bedroom door.

I had to think quickly.

After the divorce, Mom may have been a bit more lenient, but she absolutely wouldn’t be happy after she saw what I wrote down.

“W-wait! Let’s uh, let’s… make a bet?”

They stopped.

They turned around, suspicious looks on their faces.

“What kind of bet?” They chorused.

“Let’s play Mario Kart on the N64. I’ll face off between whichever of you wants to go. If I win, you don’t tell me. If whoever plays me wins, I’ll be your **** for a week. Chores, homework, you name it.”

‘This was taking a big risk, but hopefully it would work out.’ I thought to myself.

“Oh ho ho? You want to PLAY something, for us to not tell Mom?” Sadie looked absolutely delighted. “Tell you what Jackson, you make that deal a MONTH, with the condition that we can still tell Mom, and you’ve got yourself a deal. I was pretty scarred by that list you know.”

Heh. Scarred my ass. Her reaction of shock was genuine, I have no doubt about that, but these bitches are no strangers to sex, I promise you.

“Fine, one match, you can pick characters first, but if I win, you give me back the paper and I shred it. Fair?”

And the race was on.

Pun not intended.

Surprise, surprise, I was losing. We were nearly to the end of the last lap and I was about a quarter of the track behind her. In about 30 seconds, she’d have won.Sadie smirked confidently as her fingers danced over the controller. She knew the outcome had been decided, and was nearly bursting waiting to rub it in.

If this had been a day ago, I would’ve been screwed. Luckily, my recent epiphany about cheating saved me.

Stealthily with my foot, I grabbed the cable to her control with my toes, and gently tugged on it. A few moments later:

“Ah what the hell!” Sadie yelped. “My controller came unplugged!” A few moments later, I passed her and scored first on the final lap.

Sadie was instantly up in my face. “You cheated fucker! It doesn’t count, my controller came out of the port!”

“So? I still won didn’t I?” I responded “Not my fault you pulled too hard. It’s not one of your dumb boyfriend’s dicks, you don’t need to yank it that hard when you make a turn!”

Therein lay the genius of my plan. When Sadie played Mario Kart, she always get very into the game, miming turning when she turned a corner. She had never pulled hard enough to unplug the controller before, but the possibility that she could’ve was high. She wouldn’t suspect me in a million years.

“Fuck! Fine, we won’t tell Mom, but in the future if my controller comes out, I get a redo!”

I waved that concern away easily, agreeing to it without arguing. It wasn’t worth the trouble, and I would have a different method for conquering her next time. For now though…

“Aren’t you forgetting something? I beat you, you owe me a debt don’t you?” Sadie looked disparagingly down at me from her position in front of the TV.

“You’re already getting out of Mom grounding you, why do I still owe you?” She sneered, for the 17th time that day.

“Because I conquered you bitch! So I get to do whatever I want with you!” I yelled, impulsively.

For a moment, I waited, shocked by my own daring. Would that make her mad enough to storm off? Did I just ruin everything?”

“God, that was so cringey.” Sadie said, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “Alright, whatever dork. Just hurry up and choose. What do you want?”

Well that was certainly better than being yelled at. In any case, time for some experimenting! I knew exactly what to ask for this time. It was the thing I was just about to write down before they barged into my room.

I said there were 3 categories to test, and I wasn’t lying. Services, Metaphysical, and Impossible. I already knew I could claim physical items, because of past experiences.

Could I ask for them to do something though? Demand they drop to their knees and worship my cock?

Could I make them give me something that doesn’t exist physically? Make bitches give their heart and soul to me?

Or could I even **** them to give me something impossible, and claim their–

“He’s drooling again. Gross.” I heard Sadie mutter to herself.

Ah that’s right, I have to ask for something first. In any case, I knew what I was testing right off the bat. If this worked, it’d make training these two sluts far easier. Let’s start off with metaphysical, shall we?

“I want your relationship with Mary.” I said, confidence falsely injected into my voice.

A/N: So, this author's note is pretty important. Hopefully, you enjoyed the most recent chapter, but I have something to ask of you.

With the 3 categories, I’m going to leave it up to YOU GUYS whether or not they work. The first category you guys can affect is metaphysical.

This includes things like: someone’s beliefs, or relationships, or thoughts.

Using this you could turn a feminist into a proud msyoginist by claiming control of their beliefs and making them view girls as inferior.

You guys get to decide just how Jackson’s powers work. This choice will pop up again in later chapters, where he tests out services (Getting people to do stuff, like maid work or blowjobs) and the impossible category, which will be explained later.

Make your vote in the comment section! And have a good rest of your week. The vote will be decided if its a blowout in favor of one direction, or if we get to ten votes and its not 50/50. I don’t want to wait forever after all, lmao.