Your sister

You immediately recognize the panicked and concerned face of your older sister, Victoria.

“Will!” She quickly walked over to you and threw her arms around you, hugging you tightly. “Oh my god I was so worried! Are you okay?”

“He’s going to be fine.” The doctor replied. “Just needs some rest at home and a few painkillers. Given how bad the accident was I’d say he got off pretty lucky with just a few scrapes and bruises.”

“What happened exactly?” She asked looking at the doctor.

This time Jack stood up. “I happened, miss, much apologies.” Victoria looked at Jack with an expression that told you she had no idea he was even there until just now. “I wasn’t paying attention and I t-boned the poor kid. I feel awful about it so I covered all the expenses. I even paid to have the car repaired, you should get a call from the shop in about a week.”

“That was so irresponsible, he could have been killed! I don’t care about the money, what about my brother?”

“Vikki…” You said, giving her a stern look. “That’s enough, I’m okay, that’s all that matters, right?” You could understand why she might have been so angry. Both of your parents died when you were only twelve, Victoria took it a little harder than you did but it was pretty traumatic for both of you.

Victoria calmed down at your words. “You’re right, Will. I’m sorry for getting so upset.” She said, mostly to Jack.

“No need to apologize miss, you’re absolutely right. Money won’t excuse what I did, but it’s all I can offer. I’ll take my leave now. Sorry again.” With that, Jack shook everyone’s hand, including yours (it was strangely warm), and took his leave.

“Well,” the doctor broke a somewhat awkward silence, “he’s free to go as soon as he wants. Just check out at reception and you’re good to go. Don’t strain yourself for a while Mr. King.”

“I usually don’t.” You joke.

You watched with mild interest as the cityscape moved along outside the passenger window of your sister’s car. There was a thick silence between you two, but you could tell she really wanted to say something.

“You sure you’re okay Will?” She finally asks.

“I’m sore but I’m okay. Glad I don’t have to work tomorrow.”

“You should probably take a few days off.” Victoria added.

“Nah I’ll be fine. Cassandra isn’t a -driver, if I explain the situation she’ll just have me doing something that isn’t labor-intensive like manning the register.” There was silence again for a few moments. “You don’t have to worry so much, Vikki. Everything turned out okay, right?”

Silence again. Your thoughts were on Jack, and the mysterious power he had given you. The entire scene with the nurse could have been staged, but to what end? Why bother convincing you that you could tell anyone to do anything and they would obey? A prank maybe? Seems like a pretty elaborate prank if it involved getting you into a car crash.

You needed to experiment some more, and Victoria was a perfect candidate, but you shouldn’t do it while she’s driving. Best to wait until you got home.

At last you got home and thanked the landlord that your apartment-complex had an elevator. You lived on the third floor and going up all those flights would have made you hate your life, even with Victoria’s help.

Your sister held open the door for you and closed it behind you. You immediately wandered over to the couch and had a seat, sighing with relief as the soreness in your legs got turned down.

“You want anything to eat?” Victoria asked as she stood next to you.

“Nah I’m not hungry. Painkillers kinda made me lose my appetite.” You lied, truth be told you were busy trying to work out something you could try ordering her to do, something she would never do on her own.

“Is there anything I can get you or do for you?” She really did seem to help.

You looked at her body. You’d never really looked at your sister this way before, but you couldn’t help it now, now that the possibility of getting her to do anything you wanted was presented to you. She had a very nice figure, large C-cup breasts, a nice thick butt and thighs. She always dressed stylishly but a bit conservatively. You only know she had a nice figure because you’d lived with her for so long, her natural curves barely showing through her cream-colored sweater and knee-length pleated skirt with a pair of black leggings underneath. The colors of her outfit complimented her brunette hair and hazel eyes.

“Uh,” you began, your voice shaking because you were nervous to say what you were about to say, “I think it would help if you were only in your underwear.” That may have been a risky test, but you could always laugh it off as a joke if she refused. She was probably going to refuse come to think of it. There was no way you had some mystical power that—.

“That seems like a good idea, I can’t believe I didn’t think of it.” She said, immediately working to take off her sweater. She must have grown a bit lately, because her plain white bra was barely containing her hefty breasts, which softly wobbled with each movement as she began to work on unzipping her skirt. You watched with stunned bewilderment as your sister stripped herself down to her underwear, something she never would have considered doing before.

She was now semi-naked before you, standing in just her rather boring underwear. This proved it. The power worked. There’s no way your sister would be involved in an elaborate prank like this, especially since it involved you being in a car crash, the very same thing that killed your mutual parents when she was eighteen.

“How’s this?” She asks.

You find it difficult to find the words. She looked stunning without her clothes, and you found yourself getting an erection at the sight.

Perhaps you could order her to do something else. Something more erotic.