The balcony

It was cold, and looking over the edge made him uneasy. He turned around and saw his sister smiling at him through the glass panes in the locked balcony doors. He banged on them.

“Selina, you have to let me in.” He didn’t like how loud he had to speak to reach her, or the rattling sound the doors made as they shook. “This is not funny.” It wasn’t, he was too exposed. There were people down below, and other balconies and windows all round.

“It looks pretty funny to me.” She said. She pulled out her phone and started taking pictures of him.

“Fine. Fine. What do you want?”

“Hmm, let me think.”

‘God damn it,’ he thought. ‘We don’t have time for you to think.’ Why weren’t his powers working? It was for a lack of effort. He was panicking, breathing too quickly. He needed to calm down, get some oxygen to his brain before he hyperventilated into unconsciousness. He tried slow his breathing and heart rate, but couldn’t. His powers created this situation: his sister, the vacation, the hotel. And now he was stuck without them to undo it before it went too far.

“Oh!” His sister said. He froze, listening intently to everything she was about to say. “I want you to pose for a few pictures.”

“Okay, thats fine, just let me in and we can…”

“No, I’m not stupid. Pictures first. The sooner you do this the sooner I will think about letting you in.”

“Alright, whatever you want.”

“Okay. First put your hands behind your head.” He did as he was told. Obviously this was to put his cock in full view. “I can’t wait to send these to all my friends.” She said.

‘That was fine,’ he figured. He could just convince her to delete them first once she let him inside.

“And send.” She said.

“What?”

“I send that picture to all my friends. It looks pretty cold out there.” She giggled.

She sent that picture to people that were miles out of his reach. He didn’t want this. And it was cold. He was cold, he wanted to come inside. His powers still weren't working, and his anxiety was only getting worse.

“Next pose.” She said.

“How many more?” He asked.

“Until I say we are done. Now get on your knees.”

‘We don’t have time for this.’ He thought as he lowered himself.

“Open wide, look like your sucking a cock. Ooh, look at my fag little brother. You look like you have done that before.”

‘So do you’ he thought, biting his tongue.

“Now a video.”

‘Oh come on.’ He pleaded.

“Get up, do some jumping jacks.”

He started jumping up and down, his flaccid penis flopping up and down. It don’t feel comfortable. It felt like an extra appendage sown onto him unwillingly. It was just out there, fragile. Whoever designed it was an idiot, it was asking to be damaged, especially with the advantage everyone knows you get when you kick a guy in the balls, or his dick. For such a fragile and important set of organs, they were placed in the most available spot. He supposed that made it easier for them to be used. That was all he was, just one reproductive vessel, a means to an end. Burning his fumes with casual sex and masturbation. He had wasted his life, but it wasn’t much to begin with. Now he knew what it felt like to be truly exposed.

“I so own you now.” His sister said sending the recording and letting him inside. He wasn’t sure wether to hit her or curl up a hole and die. Instead he did something else entirely.

Tired, he undid the tampering he did with her mind, repressing the sadistic and privileged side and bringing her back to the way she was, and hadn’t been for a long time.

He didn’t expect her to scream, but when her newfound morality caught up with the memories of what she had done, it was an understandable reaction. He tried to use his powers to freeze her but they had shut off again from the shock. So he grabbed a pillow and shoved it over her face.

‘This looks bad,’ he thought. ‘I’m naked, she’s screaming, and it looks like I’m suffocating her.’

When she calmed down he quickly ran over and closed the balcony doors and pulled the curtains. He heard his parents get up in the next room and he put them back down to sleep. He powers were still fluctuating. They were on and off constantly. He turned back to his sister.

“Oh Nate.” She said before bursting into tears. He hugged her. He was still naked, but she just kept saying “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault, it was mine.”

“No, NO! No it was not, you didn’t deserve that. Don’t you ever think that. All the ways that I treated you. I…I…”

“Selina. This is hard to explain…” If his powers were working he could make her understand this in an instant, but they were off again.

“I hated you.” She said. “I really did. I didn’t care what happened to you. I just wanted to manipulate everything for my enjoyment.”

“You and me both.” He said.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“No, I 'love' you.”

They locked eyes, and then locked lips.

She started taking her clothes off and it was the first time Nate had sex with someone not under mind control. He just kept thrusting into her for who knows how long, until he pulled out and came on her stomach.

Afterwards they stayed in bed and talked for hours until it the sun came up. He told her everything, his powers, his adventures, what he did to her, while she listened patiently. It felt good to let it all out, to let someone know.

Suddenly he didn’t feel so alone.

But there was this look in her eye, and a feeling he couldn’t shake as he went intro he bathroom.

He heard the balcony doors open again.

He thought she was just getting some fresh air. She did just take in a lot of information at once.

When he exited the bathroom she was standing on the balcony but on the other side of the railing.

He was scared.

She turned around a faced him. She just mouthed “I’m sorry”. He ran out to her but she stopped him with her hand. He didn’t know why he listened instead of running. He didn’t even think to use his powers. What an idiot.

“Selina come inside.”

“I did all those things to you, my brother, I love you.”

“No, that was me. I did it to humiliate myself.”

“No. It wasn’t just you. I enjoyed it. At first it was like I wasn't in control, like I was trapped inside myself. A voyeur, watching someone else from behind their eyes, but that was me. At first I was horrified, but then I realized something. I enjoyed it. I still enjoy the thought of it. There is something malicious inside me, I can feel it. All you did was give me an excuse to act on it, and I would do it again if given the chance.” She started to fall backwards off the balcony. And he was too late to catch her. She hit the ground, but her arms had instinctively shielded her.

Word spread around the hotel that someone jumped. A clothed Nate beat his parents downstairs to see her. Someone called an ambulance. She was fine, better than she should be anyways. Her arm was definitely broken, maybe a little bit of her leg to. But everything else about her was fine.

Before they took her away he did the only thing he could think of to prevent her from trying this again when she woke up. He reverted her mind back to the bitch she was. He tried erasing the memories of the bad things she did but trauma was tricky to remove, and repressing it was more dangerous to her already fragile mental state. She would find out eventually, or always feel the guilt but never know why. All these amazing powers and he was useless to help. Actually, he was the cause of it.

When his parents arrived they instantly turned on him. Asking him what happened, what he did. Everybody averted their eyes from the sight. No one stood up for him. Good, he deserved it. He stood there and took the verbal **** front them. They didn't know it, but they were right to blame him.

Worst. Vacation. Ever.