Your Sister Lilith

...when I saw my eighteen year old sister Lilith walk into the room. She was wearing a simple purple shirt that showed off her gorgeous curves, and perky nipples, as well as some skinny jeans that showed off her slender legs. Her skin was really pale, and her hair was dyed a dark red.

She vaulted over the sofa from behind, and landed next to me sitting. She took the remote away from me, and changed the channel from the cartoons I was watching, to the cooking channel.

"What the hell! I was watching that" I said, my voice cracking in the middle of my sentence.

"I'm watching it now" She replied, chuckling.

"Give me back the remote!" I shouted. Lilith obeyed, and handed the remote over to me before I could try to wrestle it from her hands. She gazed blankly at the screen, her eyes glazed over just like mom's during the morning.

'What the hell is going on?' I thought to myself, 'Why is everyone obeying what I say?'

Lilith snapped out of her little trance and asked if I was going to change the channel. I looked blankly at the TV as a revelation came over me. Do... do I have mind control?

As an experiment, I ordered my sister, "Get up and run around the couch backwards"

Lilith stood up and does exactly as you commanded. She then stood there for a moment, staring off into space with that look, those same glazed eyes. She snaps out of her trance and looks around, obviously confused. She shrugs it off though, and once again vaults over the back of the sofa.

You stare at her in disbelief, unsure of everything that has happened in the past hour. 'Surely it's a coincidence,' you think to yourself 'she must be fucking with me'

You look at Lilith, wondering what to do.