You do your best, but...

You knock on the door to Sarah's room, hoping that you can talk some sense into her. You know better than to try to rest control from her this point – but she's still your little sister. She still family, and you figure there has to be some sense of empathy in her.

The door flings itself open, and you find her hovering over her bed. Her legs are crossed as she seems to sit in the air, and the book hovers in front of her, flipping a page. She looks over at you, grinning.

"Adam! How are you feeling, bro?"

"A little fuzzy, actually." You look around her room and noticed other things happening all on their own. At her desk, a pen scribbles away on a sheet of paper. Her laptop's keys are clicking all by themselves, and clothes seem to shuffle in and out of her closet as if they're reorganizing themselves. "Wow, you're really making good use of that book, aren't you?" She shrugs at your question.

"Everything's getting easier and easier," she says. "Listen, I know I got a little carried away downstairs — but I was kind of going off of what you wanted, even if it was a little perverted."

Just as you start to answer, she points a finger at you, shutting your mouth.

"No, let me talk." The book slams shut, and Sarah holds her hand underneath it. In a blaze of pink light, the tome disappears before your eyes. You blink a couple of times as your jaw hangs open. "Cool, right? This thing is way too powerful to just leave lying around. I learned a few more talents while you two are recovering so that I could learn how to keep it secure."

You try not to think what you're thinking, but you can't help it. Things seem pretty hopeless now, and even though you weren't going to try to take the book back by **** – Sarah is more than just a telekinetic.

"Awww, see? That's why you don't have to worry, Adam." She glides over to you in the air, letting her legs dangle under her as she plans a tiny kiss on your forehead. "Not only are you my big brother, but if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be having all this fun!" She pats you on the head. "I'm very happy to know that you weren't going to try to undo this wonderful thing that's happened," she said. "And I think that's a great reason for letting you have some fun on your own terms – without me forcing you into it."

You look at the pale pink glow in her eyes, nervous about what she has planned.

"On my own terms?" You ask her.

"Well, sort of –" she smiles as you feel yourself lifted into the air, "but I also know that would be kind of embarrassing to tell your little sister your fantasies — so I might have to lift a couple of ideas from that overactive imagination of yours." She glances around the room, and as you follow her gaze, you spot a couple of her gymnastics leotards shuffling around in her closet. Her eyes go wide as she looks back at you. "Oh my God, really?"

You're absolutely doomed. It wasn't as if you'd ever thought about your own sister's clothing before – but going to her gymnastic meets with your family, you'd seen your share of cute girls in tight shiny outfits.

"Sarah, no — that's not what I'm…" Your mouth snaps shut again as Sarah begins laughing.

"Hey, you had no problem messing around with mom's clothes when she wasn't in them. I get it — you don't have to explain a thing." Sarah turns back to her closet and nods, and the two leotards currently shuffling out begin inflating as the hangers inside of them drop lifeless to the ground. One of them is pink and sleeveless, and the other is glossy black with long silver sleeves.

The sleeved leotard flies around behind you, wrapping its sleeves around your chest. The other simply hovers in front of you, rising high enough to put its chest in your face.

"Oh...come on, Denise." Sarah snaps her fingers, and you hear a door slam loudly downstairs. Your sister turns to the left of you and nods again. Suddenly, Denise pops into existence right beside you. You hear your friend gasp as she looks around the room, realizing what happened. "What kind of friend are you to just strand Adam here with me, leaving him to my mercy?" Sarah grins at her.

"I… I figured you were done with me," Denise stutters. Sarah floats over to her, gently puts two fingers under her chin and lifts her effortlessly into the air.

"Done with you?" Sarah laughs. "You're the only two who know about all this amazing magic," Sarah says. "I need you guys to help me before I start testing this stuff outside the house."

"Um…about that, Sarah…" You start, distracted by the silvery sleeves wrapped around you, "could you just cool it… for like a minute?" You try to stop the ghostly sleeves by grabbing them. "Can we just, like, talk?" Sarah frowns, looking annoyed with you.

"What's there to talk about? You pretty much did this to me, Adam. Maybe not on purpose, but all I've done is manifest a few of those crazy things going on in your head. Is that really so bad?" She turns to Denise. "And I don't mean to be crude, but I'm pretty sure you were going to swallow his come at some point in this relationship." Denise rolls her eyes, but you can tell she's trying not to smirk.

"You didn't even let me do the fun part," Denise says. "You just made me swallow it." Now Sarah laughs at Denise's nonchalance, and you start wondering if Sarah **** her to say that.

"No, Adam, she's coming around on her own." Sarah puts her hands on her hips and stares at you. "Like I wish you would." She flicks a finger, and you're suddenly thrown against her bedroom wall. The leotard behind you cushions the impact, and the pink one presses against your body as you're sandwiched between them. "Like, I could be a really mean sister and judge you for all this stuff — I'm sure there must be a spell in that book to turn you into a pig or something… but like I said, if it weren't for you two, I wouldn't have this amazing opportunity."

You wonder if it would be best to just go with the flow at this point. You certainly can't stop her, and you're not sure if your resistance is actually making her upset, or if she's just toying with you. If she was telling the truth about Denise, maybe the best course of action would be to accept the accidental gifts you'd given her, and hope that she get bored of toying with you eventually.

"Dumbass, do you not get that I can read your mind?" Sarah laughs.

"Sarah, I can't help thinking!" You plead, letting go of the glossy silver sleeves examining your chest. Your cock is coming to life again under your clothes as Sarah's pink leotard grinds its crotch against you. "What is it you want me to do here? Don't you think that would be a little bit nerve-racking if, say, I or mom had infinite power over you? All I'm asking for is a little bit of empathy here." Sarah looks hurt now.

"This is empathy, bro…" She smiles at you like she really means it. "Listen, I know I seem a little too open about all of this — but you've never read a mind, right?" You simply shake your head at her. "It's… It's crazy. There's actually no higher level of empathy. I know literally everything you want." You break out into a sweat when you hear those words. That's not immaturity talking. That's not a bully, or a cat playing with its prey. She's serious, and it actually makes a lot of sense. You look at her and she nods.

"Oh, fuck…" You mutter under your breath. Denise stares at you both, wide-eyed, and Sarah just giggles.

"Right? You actually see what I'm saying now. And, no, not because I **** you to, Adam." Sarah shrugs. "Maybe you can just…go with it now?"