Toy with sister.

With a squeak I pushed the chair away. I couldn't deny the feeling, that tickling feeling that this power was giving me.

Particularly down there.

It was hard. Being a teenager, I mean. Particularly one running on hormone fuel 24/7. Whose idea was it to make me this... this... whatever it was! I didn't even know if I was awake or not. I didn't even know if this was really all real!

I took a breath, in and out.

Okay Daniel, I thought to myself. Don't overthink this. Just... do it. Do it for science.

Everybody found ways to do things they typically were incapable of doing. Not just teenagers, or mind controllers.

I dabbed my mouth with a napkin and grabbed my backpack. And then I went in the opposite direction of the door, towards the stairs. Holding my breath like a scuba diver, I quietly stepped up, making sure my sister wouldn't hear me.

If I recalled correctly, she was free today. It was currently Thursday, one of the days she had no classes. She had a part-time job at the mall that she love-hated, but that wasn't on the agenda until nighttime, so there was still plenty of freedom in which to bask.

I tiptoed to her bedroom door. It was partially open. Stealthily I looked through the crevice, holding my breath.

Down, Daniel!

It was a strange sensation to be watching my sister without her knowing. She was pacing in her room, looking for something. Her shirt was still off, her bra in full display. My insides warmed as I watched her, and her bosom. How it moved from side to side with each side-step or stride.

It was strange because I wasn't just watching my sister; I was watching someone who I had control over now. That I had made go partially topless, that I had compelled to drop her own phone. It was intoxicating that I could do that. That I did that.

And she was this real, living being, with her own wants and desires, fears and dreams, physical blemishes and curves -- that I was utterly imposing myself upon, with my own wants and desires, fears and dreams. And the world allowed me to. While she, my sister, acted none the wiser. Fine. Okay. Like everything was normal.

You know that feeling you get when you get put in charge of something? When suddenly everybody's looking to you for orders, for what to do, for how to operate?

Maybe for veterans, for decent people, it's an obligatory feeling. An aspect of life.

Who knows, maybe I was just too fresh-faced. Maybe I was sociopathic.

But at that moment I was feeling slightly 'drunk' on this power.

"Damn it," whispered my sister as she held her hair back with a hand, looking over her carpet, "where'd I put it..."

Feeling naughty, I looked at her and focused.

"...where did I put my freakin' dildo?" She continued muttering as she kicked away a notepad or two by the closet, then a shirt and a hair scrunchie. "Where the heck is my dildo?"

I stifled a laugh. Like before, she didn't question it at all! I still wasn't sure of the power's extent, but apparently, in her head she was now searching for a dildo instead of whatever else it was she had been looking for. It was amazingly seamless.

Her behind now faced me as she bent over slightly. My own pants strained at the protrusion that extended between my legs. I admired its adequate shape and on a carnal whim, sent her another thought.

Not a second later, still turned, Abigail brought one hand behind her and smacked her own butt cheek with a resounding crack. Then she brought her other hand, raised it, and slapped her other cheek, keeping it there glued like a door hinge. With both hands on her ass, she then grabbed her buttocks and shook them.

Then, as if no unusual act had just happened, she casually released her butt from her hands and swiped some falling hair over her shoulder as she continued scanning the carpet.

I grunted. My hand was already cupping my manhood through my pants and rubbing it gently on its own. I nearly had a quasi-orgasm on the floor.

She did it. She did what I had thought her to do.

I was making her do this. I was making her think this.

...and technically, so was she!