The Road Home

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot as I approached our car. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, about mom and dad, Ayaka, the girl in the library, and of course, my sister. Amy was already leaning against the hood with one leg crossed over the other, her skirt hugging her toned thighs, her tank top clinging to her enormous breasts, outlining the curve of her orbs and the valley between them.

"Hey, John," she said. "Your turn to drive."

I nodded automatically, opening the driver's side door and getting in. Amy hopped in the passenger side, boobs bouncing and skirt riding up, reminding me of how she had been riding me in that seat on the way to campus. I began to put the car in reverse, then remembered I needn't bother. "The car will drive us home on its own," I said as I sat back and watched the car shift itself into reverse, wheel spinning on its own as the car smoothly backed out of the spot.

"So, how was your day?" Amy asked, her tone light and perfunctory.

I hesitated. Normally, I'd have some quip ready and we would go back and forth a bit, but today my mind was elsewhere. I absentmindedly reached out to play with one of her enormous breasts, and she just as absentmindedly leaned into my touch, only a think layer of fabric separating my hand from her boob. I decided she was as good a person as any to ask about what had been gnawing at the back of my mind like a persistent itch.

"Hey sis, if you could get free As in all your classes without doing anything, would you do it?"

"Feeling philosophical today, bro?" she asked, eyebrow raised. "No way. That'd be pointless," she replied as her nipples grew hard.

"Pointless? Come on, think about it. No lectures, no homework, just sign up and get an A every time," I countered, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

"Sure, I would love to just goof off, but what about after college? I'd have nothing to show for 4 years; no skills, no knowledge. Good luck finding a job when you can't answer basic questions during your interview," she countered with a shake of her head.

"But what if you didn't need a job?" I asked, my voice hitching slightly as I flicked her hard nipple idly. "What if you could just get stuff? Whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted it."

"Oh, you mean if you just used people for everything? Well, that would just be boring," she replied, still not minding that I had begun bouncing one tit up and down as we talked. "What would you even do? Just sit around all day?"

"Oh, I think I'd find plenty to do," I replied with a grin, grabbing both her boobs and pinching her nipples. She let out a small gasp, but that was it.

"Sure, you could just use people for sex all day," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "But wouldn't that get boring really fast?"

"Yeah, I guess you have a point," I conceded as I enjoyed the feeling of her large, firm flesh in my hands. I let go, and we lapsed into silence for the rest of the ride. She sat back and stretched, inadvertently giving me a show.

The sound of vacuum cleaning greeted us as we arrived home, and I was thrown for a loop for a second before I remembered that mom could actually do that now.

Mom was in the middle of the living room, shutting off the vacuum cleaner with a satisfied smile. She wore a tight dress that hugged every curve of her body perfectly, her large firm breasts braless, fully covered but straining against the fabric, arms bare, the waist cinched tightly showing off her figure, and the skirt draped over her round ass, as if presenting it for viewing, hanging to her knees. She looked like she had walked out of a 1960s drawing of a stereotypical housewife.

"Uh... mom? What's with the dress?" Amy asked, her voice laced with surprise and a hint of amusement.

"Oh, do you like it? I figured since I was cleaning, I might as well dress the part," she said, winking at me as she laughed and ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back over one shoulder. The movement made her breasts jiggle, and I couldn't help but notice how perfect they looked in that outfit. Who said you needed to show skin to be sexy?

"I didn't even think you had something like that," Amy commented.

"Well, I am a milf now, aren't I?" she said, executing a little twirl that showed off every curve of her body. "Of course a Milf would have a dress like this."

"Whatever," Amy replied, rolling her eyes as she headed upstairs. "Let me know when you work through your existential crisis," she commented to me.

"Dinner will be a bit late tonight. Your father has to make up time at work," Mom yelled after her.

"So, uh, how did things go at the DMV?" I asked, putting my bag down.

"Oh, you know, the usual bureaucratic nonsense," she said with a wave of her hand, leaning against the vacuum cleaner and crossing her arms under her breasts. "They needed to add an age line since our birthdates don't match anymore. I mean, I'm 32 now, so just checking the date won't work."

It took e a second to process that . I had made her younger, but this was the first I had heard of an actual number. "Wait, they changed your birthdate?"

"No, of course not. I was still born when I was born. They just added a line to list the age separately for your father and I," she replied shaking her head. "It was a whole project! They had to get IT to come in; that isn't normally on licenses, so the software didn't allow for it."

"They believed you were who you said you were?" I asked, intrigued. "I mean, you clearly don't look anything like you did before..."

"Oh, they were confused at first, but once we let them know that this was how you were using us, it was no problem. They even arranged for me to get two licenses."

"Two?" I asked, confused.

"Sure, one for when I'm milf," she said executing a twirl. "And on for when I'm like this," she added, as she lost a bit of height, her breasts shrinking and waist narrowing, the fabric of her dress splitting into a tight halter top and pencil skirt that hugged her youthful figure. "After all, you wouldn't want your younger sister to get a ticket for driving without a license," she added, effecting an innocent expression.

I stared at her, my mind racing. So, my powers weren't just limited to in-person stuff; I could influence things remotely? That was... huge. I mean, I'd known my powers were strong, but this was next level.

"Wow, I never considered that," I said, shaking my head slightly. "I'm glad it all worked out, " I added, running my eyes over her youthful form hungrily. "So while we are here, would you mind if I had some fun with my little sister," I asked, making eyes at her.

"That depends," she said as her breasts grew, ass rounding, the dress rejoining into a single piece as I watched her smoothly mature before my eyes. "Have you finished all your homework?"

"What?" I asked, nonplussed. "But..."

"You know the rules: no goofing off before your homework is done," she said in a teasing tone of voice, but with a serious expression on her face. "I may be a milf, but I am still your mother after all. No son of mine getting and F from too much fucking," she said firmly, giving me a cross look, her breasts swaying enticingly back and forth as she pointed upstairs sharply.

"I'm like 90% done, and it's not even due to till Thursday..." I began.

"Your sexy little sister is looking forward to you finishing up so she can... play... with her darling older brother," she said, her younger voice incongruously coming from her older mouth."Though you should probably hurry up or I might be too busy until after dinner," she added in her normal voice.

I had never gotten to work faster in my life.