no Prank

"Now stop it, as if I would believe you," John said annoyed.

The two of them looked at him in surprise, and his father was already trying to type into his cell phone again.

"Why don't you stop it, just answer it!" said John, his eyes rolling?

His father cleared his throat," Thank you ... What do you want us to stop with? I don't understand what you mean"

"Like I'm going to believe you guys do what I tell you to do".

"Not just us, everyone does what you say, and why would we say something like that if it wasn't true?" his father asked him.

"How should I know, maybe you guys have some surprise planned where you'll screw me first. You tell me!" replied John irritated. His father was already right, it was not usual for the two of them. They were usually too busy with themselves. In the beginning, when they were married, it was more affectionate, and they always disappeared to their room for hours, but that didn't happen anymore. At this, John wondered what it was all about. Was his father no longer able to do that, after all he was quite old. His stepmother, on the other hand, was really young. She had just turned 32 and looked damn good. She was small, athletically slim, had bright blue eyes and long blonde hair. Sandra dressed quite provocatively in general. It wasn't cheap or slutty. But she knew exactly what to wear to turn men's heads. It had an effect on John, though; he'd fantasized about fucking her before.

"No, it's really true. Everyone in the world has to do what you want, I don't know what, you don't understand about it." his father said and then his cell phone rang. He looked at John and John just nodded. His father got up and went into the hallway to make a phone call. John looked at Sandra, who still didn't make a sound.

"So you do everything I say?" asked John again, and she nodded another time. John couldn't help but smile.

"What if I tell you to undo the top button of your blouse?" he wanted to know.

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh hell, you get to answer me."

"Then I have to open it," she replied hesitantly.

"Yeah it's clear, as if" he laughed, "Prove it to me! Open all the buttons on your blouse!"

Sandra took several breaths and began undoing the buttons on her blouse with her dainty, trembling hands. John could now see the white bra she was wearing, and his grin widened.

"So it's really like this. You do what I say" he muttered.

'Can it be that I have really been granted this wish?" he asked himself as his father came back in

"I'm sorry John, I have to ... um ... Well ..." he began and faltered when he saw his wife sitting at the table with her blouse open and floundering.

"Oh come on dad, I had to test it out, it seems like you guys aren't lying to me. You two or as you say, everyone does what I say. Sandra would never open her blouse if I told her to, even if it was part of a prank." John explained himself.

"So ... Um ... I ..." stammered the father until John interrupted him.

"Let me guess, you have to go, then get out of here already. Button your blouse back up, Sandra."

Sandra looked relieved and buttoned her blouse again.

"Even if we have to do what you say, don't overdo it and stay decent, will you?" heard John, his father.

"Yeah, sure thing," John replied.