Indulges in her new gift from Sarah

"You can read my mind, right?" Denise stared at Sarah, who smiled back at her.

"And talk to you too," Sarah replied mentally.

Denise just looks at Sarah for a while, and you can see their expressions changing--but they're not saying anything! It's driving you nuts, and you have to speak up.

"Um...guys?" You ask, watching the two stare at each other. Sarah's leotards are still messing with you as you're pinned against the wall, and you're doing a terrible job trying to keep one of the silvery sleeves from playing with your dick through the fabric of your shorts.

"Hush while the girls are talking, Adam," Sarah said, pointing at you. Your mouth snapped shut. You watched, panicking as you realize Sarah and Denise are communicating telepathically...and now you were the ONLY one in the room without superhuman abilities.

"Oh, Denise...you naughty--naughty girl," Sarah purrs. "Don't feel like you have to ask my permission...I'm actually a very generous person." Another pause goes by, and Sarah responds. "Oh yeah...they should act just like you expect them to. You can do fine-motor stuff like you did signing your name--or you can just give the abstract command."

Denise turns to look at you, and your shorts fly down off of your waist. Denise bites her lip, her eyes lighting up.

"Hey, come on! Denise--what did you ask her?" One of Sarah's leotards peels itself off of you, and Denise looks down at herself. Her shirt begins to pull itself up, and she lifts her arms to allow it to come off. "Are either of you going to talk to me?" Denise hovers into the air as her pants unbutton and unzip. They pull themselves off, and her panties follow right behind. As her bra unclips, her clothing begins reforming in her shape. Now you're looking at a naked Denise, and she's staring right back at you, apparently delighted by the situation. Her clothing begins to approach you, her black jeans kneeling on the ground as your body hovers down a little, positioning your dick a few inches above her empty shirt collar. "Oh fuck," you say, feeling the lightest pressure against the tip of your cock. "Holy shit, are those…lips?" You look down, watching the skin of your dick gather toward its head as you feel suction from nothing but the thin air at the top of Denise's shirt. You pass your hand through the proximity, and sure enough you feel nothing at all.

Denise hovers higher, and and your eyes are drawn to her as you watch Sarah's longsleeved leotard pass under her, yawning open at its chest. It swallows up her legs, and she sticks her feet through the leg holes as your sister's gymnastic outfit fits itself over Denise's body. It's something of a tight fit, as Denise's body is a little bit curvier than Sarah's. She poses for you, hovering in the air and giggling when she notices that you can't take your eyes off of her.

"You like what you see, don't you, Adam?" Denise asks. You just nod, looking down your engorged dick. "You also like what you don't see, don't you?" She can't help but laugh. She turns to Sarah and nods, and now your sister snaps her fingers, making her own clothes vanish. Now the other leotard behind you bounces away, approaching your sister's naked body.

You're trying hard not to stare at Sarah's nudity, but you're desperately trying to figure out what these two have planned. As Sarah's shiny black sleeveless leotard stretches at the shoulders and drops beneath her, she points at Denise and makes a spinning motion. Denise wheels around 180 degrees in the air, and she moans as you watch the leotard on her body begin playing with her tits, squeezing them. The back of the leotard seems to pull up a little, wedging itself between her ass cheeks. You can only imagine that Sarah is responsible for this – and you look back at your sister as her shiny black leotard fits itself over her body. Sarah drifts over to you, and you blush as you watch her smiling at your hard cock. By now you notice that Denise has turned to keep facing the drifting Sarah, and is now watching you both with her eyes wide open as the pink-and-silver leotard continues playing with her body.

"What – what are you doing?" You ask as your sister slips behind you, filling the same space her empty leotard took before. You feel the smooth Lycra against your back as Sarah's arms reach around your body, grabbing your bare chest. "Sarah, this is —" You gasp as she tweaks your nipples, giggling in your ear. You can smell the floral scent of her conditioner, and as disturbed as your mind is...your cock tunes itself higher, throbbing harder.

But look at her, Adam—she thinks it's hot as fuck. Sarah's voice echoes in your head. You look at Denise, and sure enough, she's getting off on the scene. The crotch of her leotard slides aside as she reaches down and plunges a middle finger into her sex, rubbing against her clit with the top of her palm.

Yeah, unless you just made her think that she thought this was hot… You retort silently.

Afraid not, big brother… She mentally says back. This is all courtesy of your wicked little friend. You know--I always figured you had a pretty decent cock.

"Sarah!" You say aloud this time, unable to mask your own shock. Denise giggles and begins hovering toward you as she continues masturbating. The leotard is still manipulating her breasts on its own, and you're lost in the gleaming forms for a second before you try one more time to come to your senses. "Denise, please — I know it has to be fun to have these abilities, but I can't f--"

"I want to ride your cock, Adam," Denise says, cutting you off. "I'm wet as fuck, and I want to ride you in midair." Your sigh is one of relief, as you began to assume this was going to take a different route. You simply nod at her, and Denise's eyes seem to have a glow as you feel the invisible lips detach from your cock. Her clothes move aside, and Denise hovers closer, leaning back and lining up her cunt with your angry, pulsating member. Sarah gives you one last tweak and drifts away as well, passing right through the door to her room as if she was a ghost. You're shocked by this, but a split second later Denise impales herself on your dick, bringing your attention squarely back to her.

Denise moans as she wraps her arms around your back, grabbing two handfuls of your ass and pushing herself against you. With Sarah out of the room, you let yourself go and grab onto her sides, humping her back as you feel her wet pussy tighten around you. You notice the leotard is doing just fine playing with her breasts on its own, and you're happy to watch as the shiny fabric kneads and pulls on them.

"Yeah, watch me…" Denise says. "Watch me fuck him while mommy tells you what a bad girl you are." You're panting as your tangled bodies thrust against each other free of gravity, and now you realize Denise's muttering is meant for Sarah.

"Denise—" She puts one of her hands over your mouth, cutting you off.

"Shut up and fuck me, Adam!" She shouts. When she does, you feel a phantom hand pull your hair back, and Denise begins kissing your neck, moving her hands to rub your chest now. It's not lost on you that you still feel a pair of hands gripping your ass tight, one of them making subtle plays and insinuating its fingers deeper between your bare cheeks.

In a flash of light, two figures appear in the room. Your sister is bent over the knees of your mom's tight bicycling uniform from earlier. You watch as an empty sleeve descends to Sarah's ass, partially covered by black shiny Lycra. It jiggles on the impact of an invisible hand, and Sarah smiles slyly at you, biting her lip.

"Mommy, I'm sorry I'm such a bad girl…but this magic is just so tempting, I can't — ooh!" Sarah squeals, spanked again.

"I want to see," Denise huffs. "Let me see her." Your bodies spin, and under Denise's control, your weight slams her against the wall, plunging deeper and deeper into her. She wraps her arms around your torso now, and now you can feel two sets of telekinetic hands — one set playing with your ass, and the others still massaging your chest and tweaking your nipples. Denise kisses and nibbles your earlobe as she looks over your shoulder, excitedly watching Sarah. "Such a bad girl…" Denise hums.

"I don't mean to, Mommy..." You hear Sarah whine, playing up her part. "I just can't control this magic--it makes me feel so naughty!" Denise is practically drooling on you as she watches your sister spanked by the fit biking suit.

"I'm gonna come, Adam." She whispers, biting your ear again. "I want you to come in me. Come in me, Adam." She slams her hips harder against you--but you've been spent multiple times already today--and while you're hard, you can't--

"Oh FUCK!" You cry out--feeling an insane pressure build in you. Those invisible fingers didn't even get close to your back door--but suddenly you feel something indescribable...and you know it's coming from--well, that area.

"COME! COME FOR ME ADAM--I'M GONNA COME!" Denise's voice is sharp in your ears--shouting right next to you. You can barely hear Sarah carrying on, taking her phantom blows when you realize what's going on--Denise is telekinetically playing with your fucking prostate--without even having anything enter you! You're shuddering now, and you grip her hard as you blow your load inside her...losing total control of your physiology.

"FUCK, FUCK--I'm fucking COMING!" You shout back. You're both free of the wall, slamming against each other and rotating end over end in the air. When Denise is under you, you sail upward--and she slams her hips against you as you pump your cum inside her, looking down at Sarah. She's watching with absolutely no shame, and you can see her own leotard pulling up against her backside as she keeps getting spanked. Even if she was telling the truth about Denise--she was getting off on watching this too.

This orgasm was like nothing you'd ever experienced in your life, but looking down at Sarah, you knew you were getting deep into something you had no option of getting out of. If this was REALLY something both of them wanted--now you were essentially the toy of your telekinetic best friend and your sister--who by now was pretty much a fucking demigoddess.

You whine a moan as you keep pumping against Denise's body--savoring your release despite the essential wrongness of it all. It was just like mom's out of control clothes--but then--they were just magically animated objects playing with you. This ran much deeper down the rabbit hole...this power was corrupting the people closest to you.

Nah, you'd think that... Sarah thought, grinning at you like a fool as she kept playing with herself, But let's be honest, Adam. We'd all be this depraved if we had this much power. You're just disappointed I had the guts to take the deep dive with the book before you did.