Something unbelievable

He looks at it quizzically. His instincts told him this must me some kind of instruction manual or ingredient information, but this seemed highly illogical for something as simple as sugar. Without skepticism, he pulls out the slip of paper and lets out an audible 'Huh' before handing the bag over to his mom. She aimlessly turns back and grabs it, noticing that her son had something in his hand. "What's that ya got, honey?"

Braden, somewhat lost in thinking, responds, "I don't know, one second." He starts walking to the dining room table, leaving his mother looking at him with confusion, but pays it no mind and turns back to her baking.

He sits at the head of the table and opens the letter. What he finds on the note is poorly written handwriting that is comparable to that of a kindergarten student. Baffling as it is to look at, Braden spends a few minutes trying to understand everything on it. Luckily for him, the letter isn't too illegible, and it reads as follows.

To whoever may have found this specific bag of sugar, congratulations! You have become one lucky customer! This bag you have found inside your grocery store contains sugar that is extremely powerful, and must not be toyed with! This stuff is capable of mind controlling others.

Those who ingest this will be at your command. They will do anything you say for 20 minutes. Be warned. Once those 20 minutes are up, they will remember everything you have said or done, unless you tell them otherwise! Use wisely, and become chaos!!!! >:D

Sincerely, George Denver

It took a good about 3 to 4 minutes for Braden to read it all, but after he had, he was left completely awestruck.

Is this some sort of...... joke? He thought to himself. The note was like the scribbles of an incessant child who simply wanted to pull a prank on one of his friends. At least, that's what Braden assumed. He figured, this is just something stupid that an employee at the factory concocted as it was his last day on the job. That man must've had the time of his life writing this entire thing down. Who knows, he may still be telling his friends about it to this day.

The least he could've done is use good penmanship.

Braden figured he could show this to a friend at school on Monday. Keeping this to himself is gonna be a bit difficult, but he'd find a way to distract himself.

He looked up and across the hall to see his mother still working on the mix. The way her hips moved weren't mesmerizing, but warranted a casual viewing. To think that his family was blessed with such wonderful figures. Some adjustments were the product of surgery, but that didn't make them any less interesting. He only wished more girls at school were physically gifted in that department.

Out of his peripheral vision, he notices his oldest sister walking into the dining room. "Whatcha up to, Pervert?"

He jolts back, a look of horror sweeping across his face much to his sister's satisfaction as she chokes up a good laugh.

"HAHA, oh my god, your face is so bad! So what did you do, huh? Walk in on her changing or something? Maybe-"

"Jeez, knock it off! Don't worry about it. It's already embarrassing enough!" He turns away, feeling flushed. His cheeks become rosy.

"Hahaha, okay fine, I won't press. Hope you took a good mental snapshot of it!" She says, walking towards her mother before starting up a small conversation with her.

He exhales lightly, spending a few moments pondering about the situation with Elsa. He had planned to borrow that bra for one night. That's it. He recalls two months ago when he had slipped into her room on a day where he skipped school. His plan was to goof off and do whatever he wanted, but he had this sudden urge on his mind that he'd had for weeks.

Porn was great, of course, but to actually FEEL a woman's bra and panties, imagining a woman truly there, was something else. So he did what any hyper curious guy would do. He grabbed the first bra he could find in Elsa's bedroom and went to work. He masturbated once, then he did it again, and again. For 2 months, he hid that bra from his sister, using it to go through that sexual urge and rub his cock, imagining it was another woman's hands slowly working his thick meat until he came.

Those thoughts began to spread out further, as he began to remember that the bra belonged to Elsa. He started to imagine that it was not just any woman, but his own sister. She would get on top of him and take care of his cock, tell him that she wanted to thank him for being the best little brother she could ask for, and then he would cum.

He heard her asking about the bra once before. Elsa and their mom spent a looooong time searching, and thankfully never searched Braden's room. After never finding it, he decided to be extra cautious, and start putting it under his bed. Today just happened to be the one day he forgot.

How was he supposed to apologize? He went over many ideas in his head. He had never been on bad terms with her. In fact, they've always had a good relationship. The best thing for him would probably be to just go in there and apologize. Either that, or wait a couple days and let her come to him. That, however, could mean that she decides to never come around. Hell, she might even tell mom, He thought.

He looked up and decided. He was going to talk to her tonight. Preferably after hours so he doesn't have to deal with everyone else being awake and all.

"Hey, is the batter done?" Kelsey said, poking her finger into the bowl before giving it a quick lick.

"Hey! Not while I'm still stirring!" Their mom yelps in slight frustration. She scoffs before she continues stirring. "Ugh, well, is it at least good?" She looks back up from the bowl and sees Kelsey.

She's frozen.

Not just that, but her eyes are wide open. She looks as though she's been turned to stone. Mom gives her a quizzical look before pulling back.

"Uhhh, Kelsey? Hello?"

No response.

Mom grows a little impatient and decides that it isn't worth getting loud over. Instead, she figures it's best to give the batter a try herself. Since her oldest daughter has decided to act weird, it must be a funky taste, she presumes. She puts her finger in the batter, gets a quick taste and then..........

Braden finishes zoning out and decides to go and check on his mom's baking. With his luck, she'll have finished prepping the cake and gotten started on a quick dinner. He doesn't know how long he zoned out, he just hopes it was long enough.

He gets to the kitchen and notices both Mom and Kelsey staring off into space over the bowl. A little odd at first, until he notices they have their fingers lightly covered in chocolate and gleaming with what appears to be saliva, as though they had given it a taste.

"Hey, is that batter any good?" He asks, but to no avail. The pair continues to stare blankly. Weird as it was, he assumed it was just them giving him some strange silent treatment. What it was about, he didn't fully understand. He just assumed they were upset. At first, he felt a sense of dread, thinking that it might have to do with Elsa. But based on how Kelsey reacted earlier, it seemed they wouldn't have any knowledge about it, so he decided to move on for now.

"Well, whenever you're done being weird, come talk to me." He headed to the living room to watch TV.