“It all started last week”

“Mom came to me in my room. I was super stressed out about how dad was stopping Clive from coming over and I had the big game coming up so cheerleading practice was ramping up big time. I was depressed, but you know mom - she loves to be as involved as possible. God I love her.” says Rebecca.

You sit there, continuing to listen to Rebecca.

“Anyway, mom decided it was time to tell me about our little family secret. Can you guess what that is?”

You stare blankly at her, not knowing what to say.

Rebecca pouts jokingly, “Aww.. well, if you had been able to guess it I’d be real impressed, I might have even decided to take it easy on you. Oh well,” she shrugs, “I guess not then.”

“Anyway, apparently the women in our family have a special ability... it’s kinda like baking a cake really. First, I find the ingredients - that’s you. Then I mix in some of my magic, mix it all up and turn up the heat until your free-will is all fluffy and just falls apart.”

Rebecca continues smiling and adds, “Of course, no cake is complete without the icing. That’s where I get to have my fun and make you do what-ever-the-fuck-I-want!”

You’re now officially more scared of your sister than you’ve ever been before in your life. “Please, Rebecca, this isn’t you... whatever this special ability is.. it’s changed you!” you say, attempting to appeal her old self.

“Well of course it has, silly...” she says happily, “but you know what? I’ll never go back to the way things were, not now that I have realised my full potential. I’m like a freakin’ god!”

Rebecca pouts, “Well, I’m not immortal or anything, but there’s nothing I can’t make you do... or anyone for that matter. Like, I’m still learning to control this, but so far mom was right.”

“Right about w-what?” you ask.

“She said I would need to practice, and that I’d need someone weak to start with. She suggested the little shit who has been causing her nothing but grief lately... and well, as you know, it’s been your lucky day - you should feel privileged, you’re my first ever play-thing! Oh, and play we shall!”

You wonder to yourself, “...but what about dad?” and eerily Rebecca adds, “Of course, dad was just a warm-up. I have a special deal going with mom regarding dad, but you should know that your my first real play-thing.”

You muster up the courage to ask, “Does this mean that... t-that mom is... does she also have the power t-too?”

“Sadly, no. It skips a generation. Dear old granny had the gift, but being the religious nut she was she refused to use it, most of the time... mom says she didn’t even realise the gift existed in our bloodline until her mom made granddad... ehh, well you probably don’t need to hear the whole story. Long story short, mom did her research, and here we are.”

“Now...” Rebecca says while wrapping her arm back around your shoulder, “before you go getting any ideas about running away, I have a one-time, special offer to make you.”

Curious, and pretty much scared shitless at this point, you remain where you are and decide to hear Rebecca out.

“Mom knew I might get a little power-hungry, apparently it comes with the job, so to speak. I was advised to limit how much I use the power, at least for now... so I’ll take it easy on you but only on one condition.”

“What’s the condition...?” you ask, trying not to stare.

Rebecca lets go and stands up in front of you. “I want you to be my personal assistant, my slave... my bitch - all of your own free-will. And not just my bitch, but dear old mommy’s too.” she grins devilishly. “In exchange, mom and I will promise to go easy on you and I won’t force you to do anything, well, not much anyway. I still need to get in some practice!”

Rebecca finishes, “If you agree to my terms, kneel, right now - and give my feet a sweet kiss. Oh, and make sure you thank me for being so generous.”