Well, you're kind of thirsty

You are still a bit worn out and parched from the energetic fucking you just finished as part of the sex-magic ritual. You make a pair of tall glasses with iced tea and lemonade appear on Abbie's dresser. You pick them up, hand one to her, and sip the other.

She looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "You have unlimited power, and you made Arnold Palmers?"

You shrug. "I was thirsty."

"You could have just made yourself not thirsty. You could make yourself impervious to hunger and thirst, heat and cold, have unending endurance, and no need for sleep," she lists off the powers you could grant yourself.

"Yeah, but I like Arnold Palmers," you tell her, and take a long gulp of the sweet, tart, cold drink.

Abbie's phone buzzes. "It's Mom," she says and answers, putting it on speaker. "Hi Mom."

"Abbie, are you ok? Is Dave there?" you hear your mother's panicked voice asking.

"I'm here, Mom," you answer.

"I'm on my way home. I want you both to start packing. Stay calm, but I think we need to get out of town. Disappear for a while," she says. "I'll explain more when I get there."

"Mom, you seem really upset," you say. "Calm down. What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Did you not see the huge face in the sky?" She sounds both terrified and exasperated that you aren't upset. "Just do what I told you, start packing your things for a long trip."

"Uh, Mom, about that face..." you start. You stop, thinking it would be better to have this conversation face-to-face. "He said don't be afraid, everything would be good," you finish.

"Listen, I never told you about your father, but you can't believe him. If he has that kind of power, he's going to **** it," your mom says sternly. "Now get packing." She hangs up.

Abbie is grinning wide. "Davey, you got some 'splaaaainin' to do," she says in an exaggerated Cuban accent. Then busts out laughing.

"Nice, Abs," you say, shaking your head. "Mom is really worried. Should I just teleport her here so I can tell her it's me, or would that freak her out even more?"

"Come on. You've got to see the humor in the new supreme being being nervous about admitting what he just did to his mommy," she snickers.

You raise an eyebrow at her. "You know, I could be a vengeful god, Sis. I've never condemned someone to eternal hellfire before, but don't push me." You laugh.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Lord," she says with a sarcastic tone. "But, I suppose I should start worshiping you for real," she smiles slyly at you. "I mean, the magic powers were hot, I probably wouldn't have gotten past the **** thing if they weren't in the mix. But this is next level. I gotta admit, Stretch, it's a major turn-on."

"That must have been what did it," you say.

"What did what, now?" Abbie asks.

"****. The website said that defying social norms and unconventional acts power sex magic. We must have over-amped that spell." you explain what you're thinking. "If this is just a magic accident, do you think it might not last?"

"You can do anything right now?" she says.

You nod.

"Then, make it permanent. Change things so you're omnipotent until the heat **** of the universe. No take-backs." she smiles.

"Right. Oh, and I also just stopped that whole heat **** of the universe thing. It's steady-state now," you tell her.

"Fuck! Seriously?" Abbie gapes at you.

"Yeah, I'm not just in charge of Earth," you tell her.

"Goddam... uh, you-dam," she breathes out. "I'm so wet right now." She shakes her head to clear it. "Shouldn't you have transcended or something, shed your need for a physical body, like a Star Trek space-god?"

"I think I probably could," you say. "But I like having a physical body." You drain your glass and put it down. "I was especially enjoying it just a few minutes ago." You smile at her and nod at the now neatly made bed that you had your sister tied down to, for the carnal magic ritual.

Just then, you hear your mother's car pull into the driveway and screech to a stop.