Weekend Sleepover

Waking up after a very comfortable, much needed nap, Mark got up and excitedly looked at his sketchbook. All the possibilities flooding his mind. What he could make his teacher do and wear. Until he realized it was Friday, almost Saturday morning. For the first time in the teen’s life he was disappointed that he wasn’t going to be at school tomorrow. So escalating what he started with his teacher would have to wait until Monday.

Mark wryly smiled for a moment, when suddenly he figured this was a positive thing. Not only did he have time to figure out what he wanted to happen on Monday, but he could also test the capabilities of his new power. Even whether or not it’s his ability. It would suck if he was limited to what pages he had left in his already half filled sketchbook. So instead of testing the ability with this sketchbook, he grabbed his spare unused one.

Putting a quarter on his desk, heads facing up. He quickly started sketching it where the quarter was perfectly balanced on its side. Finishing the relatively simple drawing (for him anyway) Mark watched and waited for the quarter to do something. Then inexplicably he grabbed it on his own and simply placed it balanced on its side. A little underwhelmed Mark still marveled at how miraculous it was. For one it was balancing on a non-level plane. With no sign that it was buried into the wood.

Gently knocking against the desk the delicate balance was broken, and the quarter fell back onto one of its faces. Mark then tried to replicate what happened without sketching it first. He tried thirty or so times before giving up. A much different experience than him simply placing it like that as if it was nothing. An excited smile adorning the young man’s face as he went over what he learned.

The fact that the ability wasn’t linked to his first sketchbook was a huge relief, meaning he could test as much as he wanted. Then do as much as he wanted. Then there was the unexpected nature in which the ability went about making what he drew a reality. He had expected it to, like his teachers clothes from the first sketch, just warp reality to make it happen. The quarter to just balance up on its own. However it had a more neutral monkey’s paw effect on his “wish” where something much more simple happened to cause the event.

Knowing this Mark wondered how he could give more specific instructions. Did he have to make a comic strip like he did with his teacher to have multiple things achieved. Or could he…

He had to test it. So next he did the same thing, but instead of just the picture of the quarter balancing on its side he added a description of the event. First he looked at the time and wrote down [At 11:32 pm the quarter on Mark Edwards desk will end up balanced on its side, without human assistance] then quickly put his signature down on the page.

From there he watched attentively as the digital clock on his desk went from eleven thirty one to eleven thirty two. At first nothing happened, making him wonder if it didn’t work. However about fifteen seconds later the quarter, as if grabbed by a ghost, lifted up and was placed on its side. Mark cheered to himself before thinking “either I need to specify the second as well, or my clock is a little ahead.”

Thinking about how to further test what he could do Mark suddenly felt his stomach grumble. Man was he hungry, in his excitement this morning he didn’t eat breakfast. Then he didn’t go to lunch, as he “enjoyed” the video he captured of his teacher's plump rear splitting her skirt. The real thing being all the more exciting no matter how realistic his drawings were. For a moment he eyed his sketchbook, wondering if he should take the time to draw an extravagant meal to have it just appear on his desk. Before reluctantly passing on it. His hand was already sore from the comic strip he made last night. Made worse by the tests he had just done. Best not to risk carpal tunnel for a meal when he could just go down stairs and grab something from the fridge, while giving his hand a break.

…

Walking into the kitchen Mark was bombarded by the sound of women loudly talking and giggling in the living room. “Shit” Mark said to himself knowing what this meant. “Of course it had to be our house this weekend,” he said, sighing. Considering powering through the hunger and hiding out in his room. However, now that his mind was on it, the fact that he hadn’t eaten all day was killing him. So he decided to quickly just grab the pack of lunch meat in the fridge and a soda and bounce.

However things didn’t go as planned, the moment he opened the door and went to reach down he suddenly heard a “YOINK!” with the feeling of his pajama pants and boxers falling down swiftly.

“Ah!” he yelled in a “manly” voice.

“Maria what the fuck?! Stop!” he yelled, holding a hand over his crotch and turning around. Facing the red haired vixen with a cruel smile on her face. Though the fact that she was wearing a tiny low cut tank top that barely shielded her large set of mammaries, and a pair of regular black panties showing off her sexy smooth legs, made it hard for him to stay focused on being indignant. His dick quickly became hard behind his hands.

“Oh shush Marky, you know you like it” the bombshell of a redhead teased.

“No I really don’t” Mark said.

“Oh really? Then take your hands off your teeny weeny” she said, placing a bare foot on the pants and underwear around his ankles.

“No,” he said, trying to be firm.

“Hehehe still as shy as ever, even though I’ve already seen it so much? Though not much to see is there” she teased cruelly. Ruthlessly attacking Mark's biggest insecurity. His three inch dong.

“Maria plea-”

“What’s going on here?” another feminine voice sounded out by the kitchen door. Making Mark cringe in fear, noticing all the talking in the other room had stopped. Looking over he saw his sister, Sasha, and the rest of her college friend group.

“Just the monthly dick check,” Maria said with a mischievous smile. Getting an amused laugh from the two other friends of Sasha who came over for a closer look themselves.

“Well? Has it even grown a millimeter yet?” one of them asked.

“It hasn’t grown since he was eight, what makes you think it’d grow any since he turned eighteen” Sasha said cruelly.

“Shut up, pancake” Mark said to his older sister who wasn’t very well endowed herself.

“Oooooohhhhhhh” the two other girls said, while Maria just put on a happy smile.

“Shouldn’t have said that loser. Bad news Ma and Pa ain’t home, so it looks like it’s just us. All night” his older sister said menacingly.