Call Erica and tell her what you’ve been up to.

Deciding to let your cousin know what you're up to before doing anything else, you get off the couch and walk to your room. Since your clothes are still a total mess, you don't bother to collect them from the kitchen table.

Picking up your cellphone, you see that you’ve missed five calls from Erica, and two from your mother... Your REAL mother.

She hardly ever calls you, so you think you should get back to her first. After dialing, you barely hear a single ring before the call is picked up.

“Hello? John? I’ve called you twice,” you hear your mom say in a slightly raised voice. “Why haven’t you been picking up your phone, and where are you? Erica's been calling every hour to ask if we’ve seen or heard from you. She said something about losing contact yesterday morning?”

She sounds as if she’s more annoyed about being called by Erica than she is worried about you. You weren’t very close to your parents, but it still stings that your cousin is more concerned about your wellbeing than they are. And what now? You could reply that you're okay, and she would just leave the call since her job was done. You wonder if you can speak without using the power...

“I’m fine, Mom,” you say, trying not to use your ability.

“What do you mean, ‘fine?' You have Erica worried, and she’s been annoying me all day! Where on Earth are you? Ugh, your father and I always knew you'd be trouble. Unlike your siblings, you’ve been such a letdown--"

Trying to ignore the disappointment and resentment that's welling up, you realize that you do indeed have control over this new power of yours. With all the depravity you’ve been drowning yourself in, you haven't bothered to think about how awkward conversations would be if everyone you talked to always agreed with whatever you said. If that was the case, any sarcastic remarks you made would turn real! You'd be allowed no sense of humour, since your audience would just believe what you said.

“John? John!? Are you ignoring your mother? Could you be any more--” Her yapping jolts you out of your thoughts.

“Shut up,” you reply, annoyed.

Silence, then--

“What did you say to me?” Her voice is shaking.

You roll your eyes. Of course. Right, let’s try this again.

“I told you,” you say, turning the power on, “to shut up.”

Silence.

“I’m going to hang up the phone, and then you can speak,” you continue, your voice cold. “I’ll be paying you guys a visit soon, Mother. I do miss my family.”

You hang up, and your mood improves when you tell yourself that the call wasn’t a total waste of time. You have a better idea of how your ability works, after all.

Moments later, your phone rings in your grasp; it's another call from Erica.

You accept the call and greet her. “Hi, Erica.”

“John?” She sounds more than a little concerned. “Why haven’t you been answering your cell? I’ve been worried all day! I called because a couple of my friends came over, and I was thinking of letting you know since you seemed so eager to fuck them, but you didn’t pick up! I kept trying to get to you, I even called Aunt--"

“I’m sorry,” you cut in, amused by her words. “ I’m sorry I didn’t answer sooner. I was busy elsewhere, and didn’t have my phone with me.”

“Busy? With what? I’ve been trying to reach you all day!” Her worry is apparent from the tone of her voice. Even though you’d turned her into your personal slut, she's still your cousin, and her concern blows away the stormy mood you have from the conversation with your mother.”

“I called Mom before I--"

You're startled by a voice behind you. “You called, baby?” You turn to see Melanie walking into your room, freshly bathed and dressed.

“John?” Erica urged. “Go on?”

Finding yourself in an awkward spot, you decide to simply continue speaking. “I called Mom before I called you, and she was pretty annoyed.”

Melanie tilts her head, clearly confused. Gesturing for her to keep quiet, you assure Erica that you're completely fine and that you'll come back tomorrow. After that, you quickly hang up.

Hearing the last part of the call, Melanie’s eyes fly wide open as she rushes to you and grasps your shoulders.

“What do you mean, ‘coming back?' To who? You’re leaving me? I just got you back! I can’t lose you again!” She's already beginning to sob, eyes welling with abundant tears and voice trembling.

You feel bad for making her feel this way, but the ever growing depravity in your mind purrs at her actions.

“I’m not leaving you, Mommy,” you comfort her, loving how calling her that made you feel: a gentle warmth, layered over a sick lust for more. “I’ll never leave you. After all,” you say, brazenly groping her massive mammaries through her T-shirt, and watching them stain with freshly leaked milk, “these, just like every other part of you, are mine.”

“You’re not leaving?” She looks up at you and sniffles, not minding at all that you're molesting her in the middle of this sad moment.

“You're not allowed to doubt me.” You lean down and give her a kiss on the lips. “Even if I did decide to go anywhere, I'd take you with me."

She leans up and locks her arms around you as she kisses you deeply and lovingly, in a way any decent mother should never do. Your tongues locked in a passionate duel, you soon have her breasts exposed and are squeezing them one after the other, coaxing her milk out just for the heck of it. It flows easily, dripping down your arms and her body.

You break the kiss and lean in to take both her nipples into your mouth, sucking her teats hard. She gasps and holds you gently to her chest, and is rubbing your head lovingly when you're interrupted by a knock on the open door.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but I’m hungry too, Mel.” Greg jokes good-naturedly. “Can you get dinner ready before you two... get too into it?”

Melanie blushes, but doesn’t move you away from her breasts. Giving her nipples a final suck, you loudly smack her on the ass, making her yelp in surprise.

“Go make dinner, slut,” you say with a smile. Giving you an oddly sexy glare and a small pout, she wipes the milk staining her chest and licks it up casually, which makes your dick harder still.

You’re still naked, and your pseudo-parents don’t even care. Melanie passes by Greg, and he offers you a wink and a thumbs-up behind her back before returning to the couch.

You shake your head as a large grin appears on your face. There's still so much more fun to be had.