The Camera

"John!"your busty MILF of a stepmom Meredith calls from downstairs. "You little pervert! Did you take my bra again?!"

"No, Meredith!"you call back. Ugh. She was so annoying! It was bad enough having to put up with her and your bratty twin stepsisters Riley and Miley when your dad was alive, but now that he was dead, they made sure to make your life a living hell. Although you did take Meredith's bra a couple times...

But even so! The only reason Meredith ever married your old man was because of his successful business and immense wealth. Not that she loved him. And now she got everything and was using his hard-earned money for new cars and clothes. And what's worse: you were to get a job at nineteen to make ends meet, while Riley and Miley got monthly allowances!

You groggily roll out of bed, and open your drawer. You knew Meredith would come stomping up here any minute looking for her stupid bra, and you wanted to prove to her you didn't have it. Then you noticed something odd in the drawer. It was a camera. You pick it up, then remember some family story your father and grandfather told you about developing a camera that could control minds. Could this be it?

You hear Meredith stomping up the stairs in her high heels. She opens the door wide and looks you dead in the eye.

"Johnathan Edward Doe,"she snapped. "I know you have my bra! Give it here, you creep!"

"I don't have your bra, but I found this old camera,"you say. "Can I see if it still works?"

"Fine," Meredith growled. "But afterwards, you have to help me find that damn bra!"

"Okay, okay," you say, eager to test this new device. You hold it up to her. "Say cheese."

"Cheese." Meredith says.

Click! You snap the photo and notice Meredith was just standing there, a mindless, vacant expression on her face. You wave your hand in front of her face. No reaction. Now how to test if she was under your control? Ah!

"Meredith, give me your bracelet."

The bracelet she was wearing was quite expensive. She would never give it up.

"Give John my bracelet."she muttered.

She blinked twice, shook her head, and took her bracelet off.

"Here, John,"she said. "You can have this. Now take the picture already!"

You took the bracelet, in shock that this actually worked.

"I can really have this?"you ask her.

She shrugged. "Sure. I don't like it anyways."

You take her bracelet and set the camera back up.

Click! You snap another photo of the dumb blonde bitch. She stood entranced once again. You decide to push the limit.

"Meredith, for the rest of today, you will masturbate but not orgasm, and not notice."

"Masturbate and not notice."she repeated

She blinked twice and slipped her hand into her dress.

"Look if you aren't going to take the damn photo, then don't bother helping me look for my bra."she grumbled. She left your room, still masturbating. You grin. This was amazing!

You head to Riley and Miley's room next, eager to test the camera on them.