Being Neighborly (2)

Ch 6 - Being Neighborly (2)

19:25 Thursday

I'd just sprayed Mr and Mrs Burke on the other side of my own apartment when I spotted Claire pulling into the parking lot below the building, so I made it snappy.

Thankfully, they were a pair of retirees in their seventies, so I didn't have much interest in them besides information control. The poor old folks did squirm uncomfortably when I asked if they’d heard anything last night.

Doing both them and me a favor, I asked that they not notice any sounds coming from my apartment in the future, and sleep well when they needed it.

I had it all wrapped up inside of 30 seconds, and was heading in to check how Teresa was doing before my sister even made it to the stairs.

The slender teen was still conked out under a blanket on my bed, so I let her rest. Easier to deal with any potential jealousy now, than to worry about it later.

I was about to put the spray bottle away in the fridge, but reconsidered, just in case Claire had a more negative reaction than I expected.

I'd fully covered four units on my floor, if you included mine. That left 44 more in the building, I thought.

Judging by how much spray had been used, I didn't think that would use up more than half of the bottle. Less, probably. Assuming it didn't show a marked loss of effectiveness by the time I got around to do it.

But then, I seemed to have an infinite supply.

I’d taken the opportunity earlier to try the idea about skin contact. It did work, better than just touch and eye-contact, but far less effectively than when it was swallowed.

The door opened, and my sister called out "I'm home!", sounding excited. Adorable. I left the younger girl and went out to meet her.

"Hey! Welcome home, mmph -"

Claire threw herself at me as soon as I was in range, giving a pleased hum as her lips found mine, tongue fervently battling my own, her arms around my neck.

It was followed by a moan of deep satisfaction, when my brain quickly caught up and my hands cupped her tight rear, giving her an appreciative squeeze. She was flushed and grinning happily when we finally parted.

"God, I've been wanting to do that ever since I left for work." Her eyes were playful, but sincere. Not something I remember directly suggesting. It was just her, I think.

"Oh, you can do that whenever you'd like." I grinned back at her. Two idiots in lust. Perhaps more. But I still had something to deal with.

"There's something we need to talk about, though."

Claire did look a little worried, but didn't let go of me. "Okay? What's up?"

"Well... You know I have a date tomorrow, right?"

"Sure, you told me. Doctor Grey?" She shrugged, then appeared to realize where I was going with it. "Oh. Oh, you think -"

My sister giggled, covering her face with one hand. "No! No, don't worry about it. I can handle you seeing other girls."

I was a little taken aback, considering how broken up she'd been about her asshole ex, Brad, cheating on her.

"I - Okay. I mean, I'm glad you're fine with it - that's good - but could you tell me why you found that so amusing?"

Claire smirked at me and leaned in to capture my lips in another luxurious kiss, before responding huskily. "Well... I'm yours, but I'm also your sister. I can't exactly expect us to start dating, now can I? And I know you love me. You won't hurt me like Brad did. You'll be open and honest, won't you?"

That made a slight pit appear in my stomach, but I waved it away. It was fine. Even if Claire was upset, I could fix it. It was slightly worrying how much I'd come to instinctively rely on my new powers, already, perhaps. To dismiss the way I used them.

"Well, there's something more you should know then. I'm, uh, sexually active with a few more women. And one of them is currently snoozing in the bedroom."

My sister quirked her head at me with an amused smile, as though she simply couldn't see what I thought the problem was. "Uh-huh. Who is it?"

"Teresa Mitchell from downstairs. I don't think you know her."

"I don't," Claire confirmed, glancing towards the bedroom door, playfully. "So, should I go introduce myself, or are you going to tell me about her?"

Her eyes suddenly widened, and she stepped away from me instinctively in worry, gesturing between us with her voice low. "Does she know about... Us?"

That was her major concern?

I couldn't quite grasp what combination of things that I said might have gotten us to this point, but it was a relief.

"Not yet. But we can trust her." Once she relaxed, I took my sister in my arms again and kissed her. Not holding back, I explored her body, and enjoyed making her squirm and moan involuntarily. "But - yeah - let's just keep it at home still, alright? It was a good idea not to assume anyone knows."

"Uh-huh, okay. Thanks for being honest with me, Jack.” My sister agreed, a little breathlessly. Then, she gave me a lighthearted shove. “Even though you're a doofus for thinking I'd have a problem with it."

***

19:45 Thursday

I did end up waking up Teresa, and making slightly awkward introductions. My sister ribbed me for being a cradle robber. I pointed out she was barely three years older than Teresa.

Then I had to explain what I meant by that.

Luckily, my powers were the ultimate social lubricant.

Teresa was a sweet girl. She listened with wide-eyed fascination, blushing and biting her lip, as her eyes darted between the two of us. She wouldn't have said anything to anyone even without my power, I don’t think. She seemed to find the idea hot. But now, she'd definitely be keeping it a secret.

I kissed her goodbye in the hall and sent her back downstairs, while my sister started working on dinner. She insisted. I wasn’t going to complain.

I could have stayed and helped, sure, but I did have a spray bottle full of magical cum with an unknown shelf life. So I headed out to talk to the rest of the neighbors.

By the time Claire texted me that dinner was almost done, I'd covered every unit, but not every person who lived in the building. Some people worked late, or nights, and just hadn't answered during my first time around.

A couple appeared to be away, probably on vacation considering the time of year.

As I'd suspected, going through the entire building had only diminished the spray bottle by perhaps 40% capacity. And I still had 5 ounces or so left in the shaker upstairs.

Just based on a rough calculation, that'd be enough to give over 300 people a double-spray.

As I climbed the stairs back to my place, I considered adding the two apartment buildings bordering ours to the itinerary - but I didn't think there would be much point to that.

They would hardly be ones to make noise complaints, now would they? And I was already up to twenty women primed and yearning for my cock in just my building alone, their husbands and boyfriends - if any - either happily or shamefully accepting depending on my mood. One was completely oblivious, just because I’d wanted to see if I could do it.

So, twenty. Without counting the two female monitoring agents, or the world class telepath I had a date with tomorrow. My love life had certainly taken a turn for the better.

So no, there was no point in adding two more apartment buildings to the list. At least, zero urgency. Could be fun… Later. But I would definitely be bringing a spray bottle to the office on Monday.

The smell of lasagna with plenty of garlic and melting parmesan hit me as soon as I opened my apartment door, making my mouth water.

Claire was waiting for me, table already set and served, including two glasses of red wine. She’d changed into a tight-fitting black dress, and looked so absolutely lovely it took my breath away for a second. Despite the calming influence of my powers, I stopped in the doorway and just stared.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Claire chuckled, though with the hints of a blush.

With an amused smile, I shook my head, slipping into my seat.

"You keep this up, I might just need to keep you around."

She returned the sentiment with a happy grin, "That's the plan."

I swear to God, if they made me run away to Mexico, heads were going to roll.

***

21:45 Thursday

Agent Archie Porter looked tired. He knew that, and he felt it, too. Lacey kept sending him curious glances from the passenger seat, looking like she wanted to say something. Maybe even concerned glances.

Archie was mulling over the same thing. Did he want to talk about it? He still steered the surveillance van smoothly and competently through traffic, headed towards their target.

He was a professional after all, even if he was preoccupied.

“Did you…” Agent Lloyd started, but sort of petered out uncertainly. After a moment of indecision, which Archie had no intention of breaking, she seemed to make up her mind. She cleared her throat nervously. “Did you have any strange dreams today?”

Archie glanced at her. Ah, of course. Makeup. But when he really looked at her, Lacey’s posture looked a bit worn down too, like perhaps she was just as tired as he.

“... I did have some - strange - dreams.” He conceded, “Kept waking me up.”

Lacey nodded absently, looking conflicted. “... Were they about Mr Anderson?”

“You could say that.” Archie agreed, uncomfortably.

Lacey hesitated for a moment before speaking again, her voice low, face slightly pale.

“... About having sex?”

Archie shuddered, remembering. “Y-yes. I don’t - don’t think I want to talk about it.”

“You have a wife, Archie.” Lacey pointed out, her expression pleading with him to make it make any sort of sense. The problem was that he really couldn’t.

“And you’re a lesbian, yeah? What’s your point, exactly?” Archie said defensively.

“I know.” Lacey said, her fists clenched in her lap in frustration. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

***

23:30 Thursday

Dinner had been amazing. Claire pouted about still being sore from yesterday, but had pulled me into the bedroom and worshiped my cock with her mouth for a solid half an hour, hungrily swallowing two loads.

Now she was soundly asleep, while I was seated on a chair opposite Agents Lloyd and Porter, who were squirming a little bit on the couch in my living room. I didn’t remember them seeming this nervous yesterday.

Both agents seemed to have trouble meeting my eyes, and at the same time, their gazes would occasionally be drawn to the bulge in my pants before darting away again. They looked dead tired already, having barely begun their shift. A little disturbed.

I cleared my throat, and each of them **** their attention back to my face.

At least my intentional suggestions appeared to be holding up.

“I’d like to debrief you a bit, about your experience since we last saw each other. Archie, could you please describe your feelings and thoughts about me? Be as exhaustive as possible, and remember to be completely honest.”

Probably an unnecessary level of clarity, since I’d instilled suggestions about honesty and obedience with at least a medium connection yesterday. But it seemed crucial to ensure accuracy, if I was ever going to figure out how my gifts worked.

“Yes, sir.” The gangly man looked uncomfortable, but began speaking without issue.

He reported feeling great respect and trust for me, and a desire to obey and protect me, as well as keeping me out of trouble with his employer. All expected. He often used familiar wording, but not always quite the same as I’d done when suggesting it.

His loyalty towards me still seemed to outshine the same feeling towards SHIELD.

It was when he flushed deeply in embarrassment while admitting his desire to please me, that I started raising my eyebrows.

“I’ve, uh -” He looked away from me, then back, then his gaze dropped to my bulge. Flushing further. “I’ve had some… Dreams. About… pleasing you. Sir.”

“Please be specific.”

Agent Lloyd looked almost as embarrassed as Archie did.

“I’ve - it’s, um, a fantasy about… Belonging to you, I suppose. As sort of a -” He looked torn between arousal and nausea. “Sex pet. Dressed in, ah, female clothing and such. Acting as a girl… For you.”

Whatever else Archie was feeling, it was clear he wanted to sink down into the earth and never re-emerge, admitting this.

They’d definitely picked something up from listening in on me and Claire. But it didn’t seem to have taken. It was in their heads, but not a successful suggestion, their mind struggling against it. I was curious to see that Agent Lloyd looked just as nauseated, since that wasn’t really an experience I’d had with women so far.

“Does everything Archie said line up with your feelings and experiences, Lacey? Anything you’d like to add?”

She nodded, flushed with embarrassment. “It was about…” She shuddered, stammering, half disgust and half pleasure. “B-being a good girl for you. G-getting fucked and pumped full of your cum.”

That seemed a familiar phrasing.

“Do either of you have any theories about why you might be feeling this way? Having these dreams?”

That was important. Everyone seemed to instinctively dismiss me as a threat, so far, but I couldn’t say how far that would stretch.

“I - um, maybe…” It was Lacey. Archie shook his head.

“Please, share your thoughts on the matter.”

“I - I think that, perhaps, well -” Lacey stammered, embarrassed, “I think that listening to you, Sir, with your, um, sister yesterday… It might have, ah, awakened something in me. B-but I’m not sure.”

Interesting.

“Does that sound reasonable to you, Archie?”

He looked positively ill at the idea, but couldn’t tear his eyes away from my bulge. Huh.

“... Could be.” He conceded, uncomfortably, clearly not liking the thought whatsoever. “I can’t think of a better explanation.”

Well, then. That was very good, in a way. They couldn’t seem to discern it’d been directly suggested by me, however unintentionally.

“Lacey, why does the idea make you so uncomfortable?”

“I’m a lesbian, Sir.”

No hesitation, no embarrassment. Out and proud. Good for her.

That would certainly explain it. Also made my cock lurch in my pants.

So it seemed that suggestions picked up which clashed badly with a subject’s baseline personality and desires could be partially picked up, have some impact on the psyche, and produce this sort of distressing reaction. Lack of sleep, irritability. They didn’t accept it, but nor could they seem to outright dismiss it.

I should say, at least they couldn’t outright dismiss it or shake off the suggestion within 24 hours. That could be where it was heading, with more time. I should observe at least one of them for a longer period, to determine if that remained true. Luckily, I didn’t have much genuine interest in Agent Porter, so he’d make a decent lab rat.

I told myself that I’d give him some affirmations later, before the week of observation on me was over, to make up for this short period of identity crisis. Give him a bit of a confidence boost.

I took them through a few more questions to ensure I wasn’t missing anything, taking notes as I went. Then I gave them each two pumps of the spray bottle, and solidified the general trust/obey/protect/respect script I’d worked out.

I intentionally did not try to remove the suggestions Archie had unintentionally picked up yesterday, but nor did I verbally reinforce them in any way. And then there was Lacey Lloyd.

“Archie, you are not to listen to anything I say until I address you by name again.”

“Yes, Sir.” The slim man panted, still flushed from cumming his pants about four times in a row.

“Good. Now,” I smirked, turning to the busty lesbian and tilting her head up to look at me. “Lacey, you’re going to accept all of the things that you heard me say yesterday as your new truth. You’re still a lesbian, but I’m the exception. You are very attracted to me, and you want me to fuck you whenever I feel like it. Every time you masturbate, you’ll imagine submissively pleasing my cock. It’s the only thought that will make you cum on your own from now on."

Agent Lloyd shuddered as my voice washed over her, going and going, her face twisting through a variety of emotions.

"You’re going to love being my fucktoy, aren’t you Lacey?”

“I -” Her lower lip trembled slightly, eyes darting about in distress for just a moment. Until they locked onto my bulge and she licked her lips, flushing. “Y-yes Sir.”

It wasn’t quite resistance. It didn’t pose any hindrance, not with the connection this strong.

It was something else.

As morbid as the thought was, I think it might have been a part of Agent Lloyd dying.

“Good girl. Now get those tits out and suck my cock.”

Agent Archie Porter watched it happen with a mixture of arousal, fascination, disgust and humiliation battling inside of him. He hadn’t been dismissed, after all. Hadn’t even heard what had led up to this point.

There was something so incredibly taboo and enticing about seeing his lesbian colleague blushingly shrug out of her blouse and kneel down to eagerly fellate the well-hung man. Playing with herself and shuddering in orgasm.

Lacey was attractive, he’d be lying if he said that he’d never fantasized about her before. But underneath it all was that niggling memory of his dreams, eating away at the experience.

Despite his best attempts to avoid it, Archie’s gaze kept being drawn back to Mr Anderson’s cock. He’d already caught himself licking his lips. Imagining himself in Lacey’s place. No, not himself. Not really. Imagining being her was more accurate.

He had to be a good girl after all.

And he hated himself for thinking that.

***

A/N: Any feedback appreciated.