Sibling Talk and Visitors

Suddenly, in my excitement, I lost my balance and accidentally fell forward, pushing the door open.

"Ahhg!"

As I crashed face first into the ground, my sister stood upright and turned.

"Daniel?" she asked, coming over. "What are you doing?"

I rubbed my head, attempting to sit back up. She had her hands on her hips, staring downward at me. Keeping my eyes from her still shirtless breasts, I chuckled nervously. "Eh-heh. Just... wanted to... drop in... see how you were doing! You know! Brother to sister!"

My sister gave me a skeptical look, and rolled her eyes. "Riight."

After collecting myself, I stood to my feet and felt my eyes roaming her body again. It was almost an automatic reflex; following that earlier display, I don't think you could blame me! I gulped. Inside I thought of what I could do just with my sole ability to manipulate thoughts. And I realized, well -- just about everything.

After all, if I use it right... I basically can get people to do whatever I say, I contemplated.

Focusing on Abigail, I began thinking of a way to test it on her directly. Consequences on the line and everything. If a man gave you all the options, though, well... it was hard to pick just one.

My sister was already losing patience. "Uh, Daniel." She noticed the time on the clock hanging over her bed. "You got somewhere to be too, you know."

I breathed out, coming to a decision.

Just... go with the flow, I told myself.

Go with the flow!

"I know! I know," I eventually replied. Fingers entwined and with a baited breath, I looked straight at her and asked, "but... I wanted to see your breasts before I go, Abby. Even in your bra, I can't get a good look.... You can show them to me, can't you?"

My sister just looked at me flatly. I gulped again, not sure if she was about to slap or berate her undoubtedly dirty brother for a request the likes of which he'd never made of her before. Never indicated, or shown any interest in being possible of making in the past. But like a silent drawing of a miraculous curtain, she only scoffed, unfolded her arms, and then brought her hands to her back. I heard the unclasping of her bra behind her as she steadied her gaze on her bedframe while her fingers worked their magic.

With a swing of her arm, she tossed her bra to the bed and raised her hands like a saleswoman over her chest. "There. Happy?"

My breaths increased twofold as I saw her breasts, finally in their naked flesh. They were nice and fleshy, good enough to hold. My sister was no model, but she was darn pretty topless. Not the same could be said for others, I'll say that.

"Yes," I blubbered out.

She nodded, going back for her bra. "Alright, well, if there's nothing else, then..."

"Wait!" With a mental command, she also obliged, quite literally freezing in place before relaxing and moving back to her previous position.

That was probably unnecessary of me; she likely would have stopped out of surprise just as well.

But hey, it's not like it made much of a difference from her end, right?

Looking at me weirdly, she placed a hand on her other hip and asked, "Now what?"

"Jump up and down," I tested.

Another held breath as the lovely, braless young woman before me locked her stare onto mine. I wondered if she was able to challenge me. Particularly since in this case, I phrased it as a direct command instead of a question or opinion. Would she find it strange that her brother was giving her commands and, worse yet, she was following them? I had cast a 'blanket' on her mind to ensure all my commands would take root and be accepted.

But would it work?

I got my answer seconds later as my sister straightened her arms to her side and aligned her body. Then, pushing on her toes, she began to jump up, then fall back down. Then again, and again. Her breasts jiggled nicely. The effects it had on my own man-parts as she did were palpable.

After a couple jumps, she stopped, then returned her attention to me almost dismissively. We were on mostly good terms, honest -- but obviously we knew when to give the other some time to themselves, and when the line was okay to cross. In this case, I was probably bugging her.

Though of course, unbeknownst to her, that was only because I was allowing her to retain that emotion... while making her allow me to completely invade other parts of her rights without protest.

I shook my head. Then said, "Alright sis, I guess I'm done."

"Finally," she said, once again going for her bra as the dirtiest of dirty thoughts entered my mind.

"...so now we could go out on the town and buy you those thongs and dildos you've been wanting."

"Really?" She lit up, bra forgotten. "We could get them now? I've been wanting to go shopping for those for forever!"

"Yep," I nodded, instilling in her mind that she wanted me to accompany her because I would know best when it came to what to get and what looked the nicest. And when I pictured my sister trying out some barely fitting undergarments and holding up a dildo in scrutiny for me, I felt that that wasn't necessarily false. "We could get 'em."

"Sweet!" She brought down a victory fist and came up to me for a tight hug. "You're the best, brother."

Wrapping my hands around her, I suppressed the need to rub her naked, wonderful-feeling breasts against my chest, but probably did so a little anyway. Ever still, I found it amusing that she was thanking me as if I was the authority on her personal wardrobe. Amused, of course, but not surprised. I'd figured she would see things my way in the end.

Once she let go of me, she went to her current wardrobe, fishing through the articles of clothing. "Let me just put on a shirt and we'll get going." Apparently, she didn't think about her bra as she found a casual tank-top and slipped it on. "Oh," she added as she stepped into the restroom, "and let me call Hana to let her know the change in plans really quick!"

I paused. Hana?

That hot blonde friend of hers? The one with the killer ass and legs, and near-hourglass physique, that definitely kept herself in shape and probably had Playboy genetics?

She was coming?

"Wait," I interjected, "what's this about Hana?"

While brushing her hair, phone in hand, Abigail peeked her head past the bathroom door to look at me. "She wanted to go out today to go shopping for her uncle's anniversary."

"Ah." Yes, I thought, excitedly.

Abigail continued brushing, eyes fixated on her mirror. "We also wanted to meet up and hang out after her 5-month stay at Alamito; have a ladies' night in, get some of the others together. You know, chill out. I haven't seen the girl in months!"

"Oh, well, that's perfect," I sat on Abigail's bed, picking up her bra and twirling it in my hands. "That means we could go shopping together! The three of us." My mind smoothed down any potential concerns as I continued on. "Maybe even get Hana some new clothes too? What do you think, sis? Don't you think she would look great in a tight G-string? Or, better yet, crotchless panties?"

Abigail brought her brush down until it licked itself free from the ends of her hair. "You're right," she mused, "Hana does have a pretty good body... she would probably look really good in those."

"She would, wouldn't she?" I chuckled, then asked, "When's she supposed to be coming?"

"In about half an hour."

"Well," I stood to my feet and stretched, "we should just wait for her here then."

"Sure," my sister agreed, "I'll call her and -- "

"No, no, don't worry about that," I assured, "I'll fill her in once she gets here. You should just get ready in the meantime. I'll be downstairs!"

Leaving my sister be, I stepped back down into the kitchen and tapped my fingers together thoughtfully.

Well well well. What a turnout. First my sister. Then her pretty little blonde friend. And now a trip into the city for some... duplicitous pick-ups.

If this was what you called letting things get to your head, then my head was getting it.

I checked the time, and decided to lounge for a bit. I sat into a chair and pulled out my phone when suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Puzzled, I stuck the phone back into my pocket and checked the time. Nope, it was too early to be Hana. Unless she found a backroads shortcut I didn't know about.

"Who could it be, who could it be," I mumbled as I walked to the front door and looked through the peephole.

What I saw caused me to coil back; in pleasant surprise, that was.

What an utterly adorable, cute young woman! She seemed... quaint, unassuming, pure. At my doorstep, like an angel asking for directions.

I peeked again, giving her a proper visual assessment. Her rich, black hair ran over the sides of her face in a crisp yet smooth flourish, and her body was adorned in a white blouse and casual jeans. Her trim figure was a visual treat, even with -- or perhaps because of -- her non-flashy apparel. Like a gift wrapped in gift wrap that was just as pleasing to the eye as the thing underneath.

"Hello?" she chirped, peeking into the opposite end of the peephole with her own dazzling, blinking eye. "I'm here from the new church that's being set up nearby -- if anyone's home, a second of your time is all I need!"

I tapped my chin. So that's what she was here for...

At the moment, I was kind of in the middle of something... but then again, it was more like, in between.

However, did I want another variable in the mix?

I grinned to myself. It was still something, getting used to this world of many options. I looked back at the door.