Why should he have all the fun?

"I'm fine, thanks," Brett says, waving away the question.

Brett was never one to enjoy something alone, and besides, wasn't it better if everyone had a little fun? But first, he had to make his commands less conspicuous. He slipped the glasses back on and whispered, “These glasses respond to mental commands, even if I'm not wearing them. All I need to do is want it to be a command,” before taking them off again. He reasoned that if people respond to his commands even if they're just suggestions, maybe the glasses can do even more? Hell, he can even rewind time, apparently. But maybe his powers wouldn't work on the glasses themselves.

He needed to test it out. Mom has a secret fetish for tits, even her daughter's, he thinks, then watches as his mother's gaze lingers as they pass by Gina's breasts. Wanting to be sure that it worked he follows up by mentally commanding, Mom will tell me in secret how appreciative she is that I am encouraging this new policy.

Penny, looking for an excuse to talk to her son, pours a glass of orange juice. She walks right behind him, setting it down in front of him and whispers, "I can't thank you enough for being so supportive of your sister. It means a lot to me," into his ear.

Brett gives the smallest of nods to acknowledge his mother, taking a sip of the juice to validate her reason to stand there. This test had to confirm it. What couldn't he do? He would have to find out later, but first, it was time to set his plan in motion. He thinks to himself, all women in this household find the same things I do sexy. They love breasts and ass, they love porn, and they love seeing each other turned on. But they also still find the things they used to think were sexy just as hot.

As he looks around, more gazes linger, and from their expressions he knows their panties are starting to get wet.