I left Hanna the next morning and got in a cab that took me to the airport. Hanna and I had sex twice more before I left; Iâll never forget that night.
After two planes and another cab, I stood in front of my new home. It was a three-story house with a nice front yard, tall windows and a wide, shadowed porch. It looked like something my parents would buy. I smiled as I looked at it. Hartford would be a new start. At the airport I had honed my abilities. They were nowhere near perfect, but I could do some pretty neat things. Using my newly sharpened mental senses I scanned the rooms of the house. I was able to get a visual without actually going inside. It was quite nice. The rooms were all carpeted upstairs, with one bathroom on the third level and another two on the second. There were two bedrooms on the third floor, three on the second floor and the last one on the ground floor. A large backyard stretched out behind the house with a pool and a garden. At the moment, seeing as it was seven o clock, everyone was at the dinner table. They werenât expecting me for another hour. I sharpened my focus and looked at each person individually.
My mother wasnât the perfect woman or a MILF. She was just an ordinary woman in her fifties, blonde hair, blue eyes, short height, graceful movements but a cold attitude. My father, siting next to her, was the opposite. He looked thirty at fifty five, and there was an air of knowledgeable humor about him that made people laugh at the stories he told. He wore a suit constantly; one of the trademarks of a banker, I suppose. His hair was short brown and his eyes were the same. He stood at five foot eleven; he made up for height in going to the gym every day. It was a frightening thing to watch him lift, knowing how hard he pushed himself. He looked like a fighter. Next came my older sisters, the Twins: Katy and Kathy. Leave it my parents to be original. Katy and Kathy are identical twins: long strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes and very very sexy figures that made guys drool over them: a pair of 36D breasts and a nice, firm ass that even made me rise to the occasion sometimes. Theyâre both smart, but neither of them ever really applied it to things they should have. Therefore they always seem like typical blonde bimbos. Looking through their heads, I found some very strange things. Katy and Kathy were not the evil souls Iâd figured them for. They were both virgins, despite numerous boyfriends, were kinder to their friends than I had previously thought, and had very specific dreams that each was stressing over. Both had trouble in school due to a lack of interest, meaning that they werenât getting where their dreams wanted them. Next, my younger sister Clair. Born a year after me, she is the opposite of my older sisters. She wears glasses while they wear contacts. She was in the band while the Kâs did cheerleading and track. They wear short skirts, she wears t shirts sort of thing. However, she is like everyone else in our family: extremely attractive. Her brown hair is but short, her glasses make her the most beautiful nerd ever, and her chest, while smaller than her sistersâ suits her well. She was a little bookworm and had almost everything she ever wanted. Except one thing: she was bi sexual. That didnât blow me away, considering I knew almost every dirty secret that could be found without interacting with my family. She enjoyed lesbian porn very often, something Iâd found interesting. But her discovery had led to very extreme personal conflict. I could tell she wasnât purely gay, but she was scared of that possibility. It made her work harder at school and isolate herself more. Last, my younger brother, Tommy, born three years after Clair. He is my fatherâs pride and joy, everything he ever wanted in a son. And of course the two of them took every opportunity to hold it over my head. I poked into Tommyâs head quite a bit and found nothing extraordinary. He was an average intelligent person who played sports. Nothing special.
After going over each of these people, I found another. I was shocked until I remembered that our family was hosting an exchange student from France for a year of school. I pushed into her mind and was blown away. She was the opposite of my family in every way but one: she was gorgeous. Black hair, green eyes, and very nice body and an extensive knowledge of English, French and Spanish, she was a regular genius at everything. Then I discovered the truth. She wanted to be a dancer, and her parents, both very smart, hated that part of her. She was smart, but had to study hard at it, and it created a very sad side of her, a side that was very unsure of herself. To top it all off, her name was Juliet, of all things.
I shook my head and focused, downloading the information on languages and her home. I smiled. I was trilingual in a few seconds, and I knew everything about everyone in the house that I knew like a map⌠I was omniscient in this house. I grabbed my duffel bag and walked toward the front door, disregarding the fact that I was interrupting the family meal. I knocked and waited a second before throwing open the door and spinning my suitcase inside. The shock was immediate. I scanned everyone again, this time for emotion. My father and mother were angry and surprised. My sisters were all simply shocked that I had the balls to do what Iâd done. My little brother was glad that I was home, for some reason. Juliet was scared for a moment and looked over at Clair, who hastily pointed and reassured her that I was someone who was supposed to live there.
âIâm home, loving family!â Everyoneâs expressions darkened and I grinned even broader. I was going to enjoy this too much. My father stood up, shaking.
âThought you wouldnât be home for another hour, Terrance. Why didnât you call?â
âCell phone died. I forgot to charge it last night.â I gave the answer as I hugged him. That really pissed him off. He hated when people hugged him in the suit. My mother didnât say anything; as she started speaking I planted a kiss on her head and she shut up pretty quick. I said hello to everyone else, gave my younger siblings hugs, and held out my hand to Juliet.
âBonjour, Juliette. Mon nom est Terrance. Comment ĂŞtes-vous cette belle soirĂŠe?â I would like to think that it shocked everyone more than anything else I had done. My French was perfect and I spoke with no accent, another side effect of downloading. Juliet smiled at me and looked around the table.
âJe vais bien Terrance. Pourquoi sont-ils tous Ă la recherche de vous?â
âIls ne m’aiment pas beaucoup. Je peux vous expliquer plus tard, si vous le souhaitez.â
âJ’aimerais beaucoup. C’est très ĂŠtrange.â
âJe suis d’accord, mais joue long pour moi.â She smiled and fluttered her eyes in what I understood as a yes. I was glad to have her on my side. I looked around at my family and they all stared at me. âWhat? I know French.â
The dinner was not cut short by my arrival. My Father was very strict about family dinners. I decided to let everyone mull it all over while I began my unpacking. I was on the third floor with my little brother, which meant nothing. I checked the walls of the house quietly and smiled to myself; they were already soundproofed against each other, however that worked. I unpacked most of it quickly, trying out a little bit of telekinesis and finding it pretty easy (after I dropped several objects including a lamp) to use. In the end, I was done well before dinner was over, and I had plugged in all of my necessary chargers by the time everyone arrived to visit me. Gladly first it was not Juliet but Clair. She didnât like me particularly, but I understood after invading her mind. She saw me as trouble and wanted no part of it to rub off on her. She walked into my room, knocking on the open door nervously.
âTerry?â I looked over at her and smiled.
âWhatâs up Clair?â She looked around and made a face of approval.
âYou unpacked pretty quick. I guess you clean the way you learn languages.â I smiled at her. She glared at me. It went on for a while.
âYou know, if you want to know my secret, youâll have to be nicer. With those cute little glasses, you might have a chance of getting the answer out of me.â She blushed wildly.Why am I getting turned on? Heâs my brother and an ass⌠God this is insane! Heâs super attractive. Did I just not pay any attention before? Or maybe he got hit with lightning or somethingâŚ
I pulled out of her head smiling. The Stranger had promised that I would be a chick magnet and I was; I knew what to say and how to say it to get her aroused. And I wanted to get all of my sisters curious about my newfound abilities.
âMaybe I donât want to be nice. You did just get us all a lecture on being rude to your familyâŚâ
âThey arenât my family.â Clair looked at me with shock and fear in her eyes. I didnât realize how cold and harsh I sounded.
âWhat? Theyâre your parents, of course theyâreâŚâ
âNone of you are, if you arenât going to play nice. And I want to make that clear Clair. If you want to be my sister thatâs fine; but donât treat me like shit twenty four seven unless you have a reason, and trust me, Iâll know if youâre acting on your reasons or theirs. Iâm a very different person than before.â Clair stared at her feet. I act that way to avoid trouble⌠Heâs brother, weâre all family, this feud between him and our parents is going to destroy usâŚ
âAnd Clair⌠I know your secret. I found out a while back what youâve been trying to hide from Mother and Father.â She stiffened. âIâm not threatening. I donât plan on ever telling or revealing or doing anything that you donât want. What Iâm doing, is offering you my help. If anyone finds out, youâll need help to keep it quiet from Mother and Father.â
âWhat, so we arenât family, but youâre my knight in shining armor?â Her voice had dropped to a hiss, and her eyes became slits. She was seething with anger. I pushed into her head and calmed her down a little, made her rage die and replaced it with wavering trust. On the outside she took a breath and then looked at me evenly. âHow do I know you wonât use it against me? I havenât always been nice to you.â
âI donât plan on it because there would be no point. I want a family, not a bunch of secretive people I canât trust. And I want you to trust me. Youâre my little sister⌠I donât want to have the relationship that I have with everyone else in this house with you too. I want you to talk to me about this sort of thing⌠like siblings should.â Clairâs heart softened and she smiled at me. But even that was tinted with both mistrust and hatred.
âWe are siblings. I love you Terry, I just⌠I donât want Mom too mad at me for treating youâŚâ
âHey Clair?â she stopped and looked at me. âIâm not the same person as before. I can make her stop treating you guys badly for being nice to me. Mother and Father will never mess with me again, and I can get my siblings back. Thatâs my plan here.â I opened my arms and Clair looked at me suspiciously. Finally, though, she smiled and gave me a hug. She walked out very pleased with the conversation. Within fifteen minutes, Juliet arrived. She walked in radiating insecurity. I really didnât blame her for feeling that way. I stood up as she walked in and she looked around the room uncertainly.
âBonjour Ă nouveau, Madame.â
âJe prĂŠfère l’anglais, puisque c’est la langue.â She smiled at me and I smiled back. It seemed so simple.
âAlright, if you prefer English. I thought it might be easier for anyone listening if they didnât understand us, but I donât mind English.â I gestured toward my desk chair and sat down on the bed as she took the chair.
âYour parents donât like you⌠Or am I wrong?â
âYouâre right.â
âOkay⌠Why? Before you arrived, everything seemed so easy between them. Your parents were kind and your siblings were friendly toward one another. Now everything is different. Your parents are fighting and your siblings are all very⌠shifty. They all act as though someone is trying to hurt them.â I thought about it. Juliet had become very relaxed, or as relaxed as she could be. I kept myself from pushing into her head; this one I wanted to work with on equal terms.
âWell⌠Juliet, this is the way my family has always been. I know it seems wrong, but something happened between my parents when I was born. They donât like me, trust me, or care for me… at all. My siblings took up the same dislike and now⌠This is the result.â I spread my arms wide and looked at the door. I could sense my motherâs thoughts just outside the door, where no person could possibly have seen or heard her. I got up and walked to the door, gesturing for Juliet to remain quiet. She looked at me curiously but nodded. I thought I saw fear in her eyes.
âMother, did you need something?â She jumped as I poked my head out the door and looked at her. She glared at me and put on a fake smile.
âNo, Terrance. Is Juliet up here?â
âYes maâam. We were just talking about the house and everyone. Nothing really important, but she wanted to ask me something so I invited her in.â Mother nodded and walked away, waving the remark aside. She had her information. I turned and walked inside the room. Juliet looked at me with a smile on her face.
âHow did you see her?â I grinned.
âI didnât. I had a feeling someone was listening. Just a talent I guess.â I shrugged and she cocked an eyebrow at me. I swear an arrow pierced my heart right then. âWhat? You think Iâve got the hallway rigged or something?â
âMaybe. I donât know, but I wouldnât blame you if you did. These people donât like you at all.â With that she got up and walked out, strutting a little bit. When she got to my door she looked back and I smiled at her. I want to say she blushed, but I canât be sure. I fell back on my bed and sighed in delight.
I didnât get another visitor for an hour. It was my older sisters, each wearing a sneer. They were only older than me by a year, so they werenât as much older siblings as just siblings. They had more power than I, but then that was before my… enhancement.
âYou think youâre clever walking in on dinner like that Terry? Making us all look like idiots in front of our guest?â Kathy was always more bold than Katy. I knew that the fight would be pushing her into submission and getting her sister to follow, not working on both of them. True to my expectations, Katy stayed quiet. She didnât even sneer; she just looked at me with curious eyes. I smiled at her and she looked away.
âWell Kathy I did a damn good job of it didnât I? You always underestimated me; you and âthe âRentsâ, as you call them, made a habit of it. And you know, it wouldnât make you look bad if you showed a little kindness to your underprivileged little brother.â I went back to my book. That really pissed them off. Kathy grabbed my book and threw it across the room. That ticked me off a little bit. âHey, Kathy. Quit being a bitch for once and you might find a guy thatâll want to get you in bed despite your⌠frightening qualities.â
All right, I know it was mean for a brother to say to his sister. But then my life sucked pretty hard and Kathy was very mean to me sometimes. Maybe I should have been nicer, yeah, but you wouldâve done the same thing in my position. Probably not, but thatâs beside the point.
Truth be told, Katy laughed at it and then hung her head. Kathy looked appalled; tears formed in her eyes. And I felt awful, absolutely awful. I grunted and looked away as Kathy ran out of the room, crying pretty hard. Katy laughed and sat on the bed beside me.
âYou know there was a time when I thought that you guys were actually the same person. Now I realize you have a much sicker sense of humor.â Katy just looked at me with a smile. I pushed into her head and realized something: Katy had never truly disliked me, as Kathy had come to. She only stayed quiet. I realized that looking back on my own memories as much as hers. She was actually one of the kinder sisters, in line with Clair.
âWell youâre right. Thatâs what was funny; she just got done agreeing with Mommy how stupid you are and here you go exposing her innermost fear.â Katy kept laughing and even fell backward onto the bed. Her head plopped down on top of my lap, directly on top of my hardening dick. Whether it was on purpose or not, I canât be sure, but she didnât seem upset abut it. She moved her head around a little bit and giggled. âYou know youâre kind of hard to get comfy on right now⌠youâre such a little pervert, getting hard for your older sister!â
âWell I canât help it. You arenât ugly, Katy.â I tapped her on the nose and made her laugh. Meanwhile, I managed to keep my shaft from growing anymore.
âWell, since your such a good boy, maybe Iâll help you out with this.â My eyes got wide as she got up and knelt on the bed, reaching for my belt. I grabbed her hands, still surprisingly calm. She looked at me, disappointed. âWhat, I thought I wasnât ugly?â
âYouâre gorgeous, Katy. I love you, but I donât want you doing anything like that⌠just yet.â All right, lemme pause again: I donât know what made me say that. She was my sister, and it was wrong, but the words just came out and I knew that I really did want her. I didnât love her. But I wanted her. Next thing I knew I was kissing my sister, a closed mouth kiss that was very⌠hot. Her lips were very soft; her hair smelled like the beach, her skin was smooth. When we broke it off she smiled and pecked me on the cheek before sauntering her way out of the room. Before she was out of the door she whipped her head around and winked at me. I smiled and winked back as I leapt up and retrieved my book.
That night, as I turned off the light and crawled into bed, I scanned the house again. My parents were sleeping soundly. My brother was the same. Juliet was somewhat asleep, half sleeping half dreaming. She dreamt of home, France. I smiled at her memories and her dreams. Finally I switched to my sisters. I found the Twins and smiled. They were sitting up talking about nothing. Katy was still thinking of our kiss and my hard on; Kathy was thinking of me as well, though it was a general thought. Things I had said before, things I had done. It was interesting, but not what I was looking for. I donât know what I was looking for. Finally I looked into Clairâs room. I grinned. She was under the covers touching her body, thinking of Juliet. I smiled and pushed my boxers down, letting my cock spring free under the blankets. Closing my eyes, her pleasure became reality. I found myself immersed in thoughts of pleasure between the two women. My cock hardened and my hand moved down, gripping the shaft and rubbing up and down. The pleasure in my head, the pleasure that Clair felt, would have been enough. But the feeling of my hand rubbing up and down on my shaft was overwhelming. I wanted to barge into her room, change her desires and take her roughly. My own fantasy mixed with hers in my head, but suddenly everything changed. Her fantasy became me, in her bed with her pleasuring her. She rubbed her clit hard and moaned as she imagined my penis sliding into her body, taking her virginity and forcing her to enjoy it. I didnât need my hand anymore; her pleasure was too intense. Suddenly she moaned and her body seized up. Her orgasm washed over us and my body did the same. I smiled in disappointment. A dry orgasm wasnât what I had wanted. Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I stayed inside of her head as she continued the fantasy. Shortly after I felt the real thing rising in my balls. I pushed deeper into her mind and connected her body to mine as I imagined doing what she wanted me to. She exhaled and another orgasm surged through her young body as I came, thinking of spraying the inside of her sex with my cum. We sighed together, completely synchronized, and pulled the covers back over our bodies (since mine were already on I simply pulled at them). I pulled back, sad that I had to lose the feeling of Clairâs mind totally fused with mine. As I released her and pulled back completely I heard her whisper my name and fall soundly asleep.
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