Sphere of Influence

You wave your hand, discounting the tingle of electricity that races over your hand as static from the sheets. Much to your surprise a pale blue sphere gathers at the tips of your extended hand. Curious, and noting the girls' failure to question it's presence even though it hovers an inch from your stepsister's face, you dicide that the punishment for their intrusion shall be experimentation.

Since the small sphere is having no effect, you give the sphere a mental nudge, doubling it's size to that of a baseball. In the space of a few seconds you go from knowing nothing about this strange power to the rudimentary controls. Thinking that size may have something to do with it, you expand the orb to cover your body, idly wondering what their reaction would be if you were a naked female.

"What the fuck?" Michelle squealed. "Who the hell is that babe and where is your brother, Terry?"

"Like I know? Maybe we're all hallucinating?"

Interesting. While inside the sphere you are very much male, the girls outside the sphere see the female your thoughts projected. To test your hypothesis you imagine being invisible and from the immediate uproar and whipping of heads you know you've succeded.

But what if they were inside the sphere? Curious you expand the sphere outward until it fills the room, watching curiously as the girls frenzied searching just... stops.

You wander amongst the girls taking in their glazed eyes and dull expressions. They are clearly under external control, and it doesn't take a genius to realize that you're the puppeteer, but something is screaming caution in the back of your mind. Deciding to conduct an acid test, you rummage in your closet and produce an old super soaker water gun.

"Terry." Your sister turns her blank gaze towards you as you press the gun into her hand. "The gun in your hand is a Desert Eagle .50AE Magnum. There are six rounds in the clip. I want you to shoot me twice in the head, Sammy once in the heart, Michelle once in the head and once in the heart, and yourself once in the temple."

Much to your surprise and horror Terry follows your orders with incredible accuracy. So accurate that had the weapon in her hand been the real thing there would have been four dead bodies, three of them headless.

Feeling sick you slip off to the bathroom to contemplate this new development. Obviously this is much more dangerous than what you have come to think of as your primary ability. Thinking of the blank look in your stepsister's eyes as she methodically pulled the trigger still makes your stomach roll.

Maybe you should just forget about all this evil mind controller bit. Your powers would probably just fade away if they weren't used. But you did enjoy the pleasant rush when you helped Amy.

Thinking of your girlfriend and part time conscience, you brighten and return to your room. As you reach for the phone you take notice of the three entranced lovelies you caught.

"Terry, take off your top and lay on the bed. 'Chelle, strip from the waist down and lay beside her, Sammy," You pause for a moment taking in how cute Sammy is. "Sammy you will remain dressed as you are. You will massage 'Chelle's ass. Michelle, you will massage Terry's back and shoulders. Terry you will be totally focused on enjoying your massage. In fact you will all be totally engrossed in what you're doing that you won't notice anything until I touch your shoulder." Satisfied that the girls are out of trouble and enjoying themselves, you pick up the phone and dial Amy.

Twenty minutes later your girlfriend sits accross from you as you relate the events from the deans office up until now.

She listens attentively and says...