This couldn't possibly go wrong.

It was difficult not to overthink things about whether or not this was going to count as a permanent change, or whether that matter, or whether Cassandra was still a bitch underneath the mind control and still found a loophole that allowed her to be sarcastic. Ultimately though it didn't really matter one way or the other did it? I could change her whenever I wanted now.

"Cassandra, just... go back to your usual self."

The change went over her like a wave. Almost immediately the bright shine to her eyes seemed to fade out, like a dying candle at the end of it's life, her smile shriveled up into a pout her her brow started to crease back into an all to familiar scowl. She wasn't furious though, I had played around with her mind and made her act against her very nature, but it was just that familiar resting bitch face.

"Ugh, really? What the hell was even the point of that?" Her face was a mix of disgust and incredulous shock, it was an expression that I knew well, one that meant 'you're an idiot.'

"Cassandra?" Veronica queried from between her knees, her eyebrow cocked at her daughter's instantly soured mood.

"Do you actually get off on me calling you out on your shit or something?"

"You went back to business fast." I rolled my eyes. I was expecting this, but I was still starting to regret it immediately.

"You truly are a genius aren't you? You turned me back to normal five seconds ago, back from some vapid, bobble-headed bimbo!"

"That's not at all what I said."

"Well what else would you call a woman that just nods her head like a good little girl while the men, or man-child, make the decisions?" She sneered, despite her obvious disgust, she wasn't shouting, she spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Do you always have to come out of the gates swinging like this? Why are you always at one-hundred?" I fired back without even thinking, I just wanted her to take a second to realize how aggressive she was being the second she was 'normal,' but the moment I saw her eyes go wide, before narrowing even sharper than before I realized I'd opened a flood gate of worms.

"Because you're the absolute worst kind of person!" Her voice finally raising, "You do absolutely nothing but leech off your father, you're just a waste of space! All you do is take money without out offering anything else in return. You don't work. You don't go to school. You don't even use your handouts for anything. If you at least went on vacations like some spoiled rich kid, maybe I could say you were at least cultured or something, but it's like you don't even try to have any redeeming qualities!"

This wasn't sexy at all. What had I done? It was Melissa all over again. This time it was an accident though. I'd already had this wake up call, I should've put the lid back on it right now. This wasn't the plan. I wasn't thinking though, I just kept talking,

"What the fuck does that matter to you then? He's not even your actual dad–"

"Close e-fucking-nough!" Cassandra spat. "You're my brother now whether I like it or not! It's bad enough I have a mom that treats her own body like a commodity!"

"Cassandra! We've discussed this–"

"He's the one that asked!" Cassandra snapped back, not even glancing her mother's way.

If she had, maybe it would've brought some levity, considering she still had her tight, heart shaped ass pointed at us, but the view was lost on us both apparently.

"About him, not me!" Veronica tutted in annoyance.

I went stiff at that. Half the reason for calling her over was to get to know her better as a person... okay maybe a quarter the reason... two sixteenths... but the only time she reins in her daughter is when she gets caught in the crossfire?

"That's exactly my point! Everybody already expects me to be like you. They see a pretty woman with a rich husband and they think 'uneducated sex doll,' and they're always surprised that I'm trying to be different! It's hard enough to be taken seriously as is, now that I have a rich step-dad it's only gotten worse, nothing I do is ever my own merit. And every time I have to mention I have a step-brother it's always a coin flip whether or not they ask me what you do! I don't even have anything to lie with! And honestly, if I ever show you even a little bit of sympathy I can see what little respect for me I've managed to gain disappear as they start comparing me to you next!"

My blood was starting to boil over this wasn't at all how I planned this afternoon... well slightly before noon, brunch hour, to go, but her last words finally felt like a cold slap of water across the balls that woke me up to the situation.

"Enough. Just... stop talking."

The idea Cassandra even thought about being nice to me sounded like a flat out lie. But it wasn't really, right? That's what I'd accidentally ordered. No... maybe it was just the truth she saw.... I wanted to be mad, I was mad. I thought about abusing her as ****. I called them over for sex, and they were my toys so it's not like it was a crime. Her mom too, why couldn't she stand up for me like she stood up for herself, she just let her daughter go off on me... after I ordered her too.... As much as I tried I couldn't blame her, not completely.

I'd been prepared for her to be a bitch, fucking hell, I even kind of wanted it so I could hate fuck her, finally put her in her place and actually feel in charge... but this was a fresh wound that she was prodding at. Still, as much as I wanted to be outraged, offended, or felt like I should've been hurting more... this wasn't the same bite as last time.

It was an absolute boner killer, for sure, but more than that... I... honestly never thought of Cassandra as that deep of a person. She was just this evil step-sister from some sitcom, or cheesy visual novel or something. The daughter of a gold digger just begging to be put in her place....

**** to be quiet now, Veronica just crossed her arms over her bare chest and scowled at me that much harder to make up for the lack of bitching.

"Um, how much longer do I need to stay like this Oliver? Not to bother you but my legs are kind of falling asleep and my back is–"

"On your knees then." I might've been starting to view them a little more as people... completely counter to my plans for the rest of my day, but that didn't suddenly make them less shitty to me, "Both of you." I added as a quick after thought.

Cassandra was quick to obey, still shooting me a dirty look as she dropped to the floor and sat back on her heels. Veronica was significantly slower, starting up with a groan, arching her back as she stretched out the stiffness, pushing out her perky, bolted on tits as she did, before lazily strolling over towards her daughter, and slowly dropping to all fours to get into position before sitting back on her heels too.

Seeing her casual, honestly a little awkward, performance was actually a lot sexier than it had any right to be. She was this dolled up trophy wife, fake tits, nose job, heavy makeup to make her look like an airbrushed model just to go shopping, she frankly looked only a few years older than her daughter... but here she was acting her age, despite all appearance. Raw, unfiltered. There was no performance to be sexy, she was just... doing a chore.

Looking her over I was starting to slowly get back into the mood, at the same time though I was wondering... what if she was a more relatable person than I thought too? These powers didn't have to be just sex after all right? Maybe this could be a way to connect to my new family in a way that I never could. The power balance was finally skewed in my favour, like a social safety–

My thoughts were interrupted by a disgusted snort from Cassandra as she rolled her eyes and made a show of shaking her head. It took me a second to piece it together, but she caught me staring at her mother, her 'plastic sex doll' of a mother, and she wanted to non-verbally express her dissent.

"You know what, I was actually starting to feel for you. I actually started to think about how hard it must be to be you, but fucking hell you aren't making it easy. How about you bow to me? Prostrate yourself in front of your owner. You need to learn your fucking place."

Cassandra visibly cringed, and I could see hesitation filter across her face, like she was trying to find a way to work around the order, but when she ultimately couldn't she just rolled her eyes again and pressed her forehead to the floor.

I suppose it wasn't a total wash making her back into her normal bitchy self at least. If she was gonna do her damnedest to monkey-paw me it would be good practice for learning how to phrase things and what exactly the consequences of an order might be.

To my surprise however, Veronica copied her daughter, bowing deep. She lacked the flexibility to go quite so low, or maybe her fat tits were getting in the way, so she wasn't able to press her forehead to the floor, but she folded her hands over each other and placed them in front of her as she bowed before me like a servant to her god.

The fact she seemed to instinctively think I wanted her to be paired with her daughter wasn't lost on me. Maybe she was just assuming things since I brought them here together... but maybe there was something deeper? Regardless, as sexy as the sight was, hell I was starting to get a boner again, my heart just wasn't in it anymore. I was still seething sure... but I was also tired. This was the same shit I'd tell myself every single day, and I'd already had my heart crushed by someone I actually cared about saying the exact same things... I just didn't have it in me anymore to keep fighting this fight. Not right now.

"You made some good point's 'Sandy,"

Again she let a scoff, though maybe a wheeze would be more accurate with her knees pressed to her chest. I knew she hated cutesy nicknames, now though I had a pretty good idea why,

"problem is though, you're so fucking self-centered. You think I like my life? You think I'm proud of how I live, where I am? You think it's never even once crossed my mind on my own that I'm a loser? That I could just wake up one day and suddenly fix everything? You, Melissa... my own fucking dad, none of you seem to even consider that this might be hard for me too.... I guess I'm one to talk though, it never crossed my mind how my life might be affecting your either."

My stomach twisted at that, for as pissed as I was, as hurt, and resentful, I couldn't just throw all the blame on everyone else, maybe they had their own reasons for not believing in me, not pushing me to be better, supporting me like someone who's supposed to love me would, I could digest that feeling later though.

Walking over to Cassandra I planted a foot on the back of her head, pinning her there as I leaned down and growled,

"If I have to change myself though, so do you. Not with any orders though. No, that would be too fucking easy. I'm gonna make you understand just how shitty you are the old fashioned way. If you wanna be a bitch, fine. But there's gonna be fucking consequences now."

For a moment I just stood over her, stepping on her, waiting for her to grunt or snort, or scoff, some sort've disgusted dismissal. It took her a few beats though, longer than I was honestly expecting, before she finally let out a squeak, or maybe it was a wheeze, or a cough, it was clearly hard to make huffy sounds from her position, but it was undeniably a much more submissive sound than I'd ever heard from her before.

I still wasn't entirely sure what that would mean but there was some satisfaction from her response either way. Still though... what did I do with them now? My entire idea had been to just get my emotions out by ordering them around and fucking them like sex dolls. It kinda felt like I'd already done that sans fucking. At the same time though it felt like an absolute waste to send them off after they just got here just because I wasn't in the mood right this second....

After a minute or two of pacing in front of them, step-mom and sister still bowing to me, I stopped in front of Veronica and still with a bit of a chip on my shoulder about her only caring when her daughter came for her, I grabbed her by the hair to lift her face from the ground, earning me a satisfying wince before she relaxed and looked at me with a complete lack of concern,

"Tell me Veronica, you ever play any video games?"

"Um... no?"

There was more than one way to play with a toy. I think I had enough emotional growth and drama for one almost afternoon.