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   The Power of Touch by NotVeryNice (notveryniceoneeither@yahoo.com) MC,
LONG, INC, ANY COMBO OF MFmf, CON, ROM

   Chapter 2

   Sam came up between Eddie and I and put her arms around both of us. 
"Crazy day, huh?"

   "Yeah, not every day you find out your brother is a god." Eddie said.

   "I'm not a god, Eddie." They both stared at me.  I looked at them and
said "Well, maybe, I don't know.  I'm not omnipotent or omniscient or
anything."

   Sam retorted "Yet..." while Eddie said "As far as you know..."

   I just rolled my eyes and continued walking.  We continued our journey
home.  Eddie waved as he turned off to his house and Sam and I headed to
ours.  We walked in the door and mom asked us to set the table for dinner.
We went through the motions and put all the dinner stuff where it goes. 
Dinner was very good.  Mom makes some great spaghetti.

   Tonight was the usual dinner.  Mom asks us how our day was.  We say good
and usually leave it at that.  She tells us about her day and Stupid Steve
just sits there and eats.  I don't know why she is even with this guy. 
He's always so temperamental.  It's like he's in a permanent state of male
menstrual cycle.  He's always got to find some fault in Sam and me. 
Whatever...  I'm sure he knows we don't like him.  Hmm...  I wonder if I
could read him and maybe make him more enjoyable to be around.  I need find
a way to make physical contact with him long enough.  I'll keep an eye out
for an opportunity.

   After dinner, I washed the dishes and Sam dried them.  It was better
this way than splitting the days because then we would spend twice the time
there and working together made everything easier.  Mom settled on the
couch and Stupid Steve took his usual Lay-z-Boy with a beer.  I finished up
with the dishes and Sam headed upstairs.  I went and sat by mom and made a
gesture that I wanted to lay on her lap.

   "Really, Aaron, you haven't laid with me like this in ages." She said
chuckling and lowering her legs onto the floor as I settled my head on her
lap.  "Am I not allowed anymore?" I asked her when my head settled.  "Of
course you're allowed, sweetie, it's just been a long time since you've
wanted to."

   I wanted to read mom and make sure she's OK.  I couldn't read her
through her pants so I took her hand and held it by my shoulder.  That did
the trick.  I focused and got the rush again.  Hmm...  Something is off. 
What's...  It seems that her energy levels have been dropping steadily over
the past few years.  I wonder what that all meant.  I figured if anyone I
knew deserved to get a higher quality body, it was mom.  I went ahead and
told/wished her endocrine system to increase her body's efficiency in
hormone production and metabolism.  Then I told all her organs individually
to increase cell regeneration.  Her heart to strengthen and beat slower and
harder like a lot of long distance runners and cyclists.  I also told her
lungs to utilize their entirety and improve how she breathed.  Then I told
her skin to regain its elasticity and I told all her other cells (like her
muscles, tendons, and ligaments) to regain their regenerative abilities she
had when she was a teenager.

   A bit of a wicked though struck me and I had an 'I killed the canary'
smile on my face.  I increased sensitivity in her breasts (especially her
nipples), and specifically told her endocrine system to increase production
of hormones to grow her breasts to a nice big handful (she had decent apple
sized ones right now).  Then I doubled her pleasure nerves in her clit,
pussy, and asshole.  I thought for a bit and decided to deaden the pain
receptors in those areas, as well.  Mom made a little surprised noise after
all that.  It only took about 10 seconds to do all that.  I'm sure tonight
was going to be a great night for her.  hehehe...

   I stayed there laying on mom's lap contemplating what I'd need to do to
Stupid Steve to make him a more pleasant person.  I thought I'd do some
remote recon on him and I focused on him and took stock of what I saw. 
Seems like he's got some sort of imbalance in his body making him
experience a more heightened sense of discomfort and increasingly less
pleasure.  Looking up and down it seems that, by some stroke of luck for
him, the imbalance didn't reach his dick.  I suppose that he got full
enjoyment from that.  Things were starting to make sense.  He's so
unpleasant to everyone because he perceives the world in such a discomfort
that it's only natural that he is a discomfort right back.  I also see why
mom originally got with him.  He's got a monster 10-incher in his pants. 
Mom!  You naughty cougar, you!

   Ok, then.  A plan was forming.  While I was still connected, I
formulated what I wanted to change in him.  I was going to fix that
imbalance and increase his normal endorphin secretion a bit.  That should
make him in a constant state of happiness.  I stood up and I heard a barely
audible moan coming from mom.  I looked at her and her eyes were closed. 
She was also grinding her legs together.  Looks like her clit was getting a
thorough workout after I heightened its sensitivity.  I went to Stupid
Steve and put my hand on his arm while closing my eyes and focusing.  I was
able to make the changes in a split second because I already had them set
in my mind.  To cover the reason why I actually touched him I asked "Want
another beer, Steve?"

   He looked up at me warily.  It was probably the first time I asked if he
wanted something.  "Yeah, sure." He replied as he tilted his bottle a
little to the side and took stock of what he had left.  He lifted it to his
mouth and downed the few gulps left.  I went to the kitchen and got another
Coors Light and opened it for him.  He eyed me while I walked to him. 
"What's wrong with you?" He was clearly suspicious.  "I had a thought.  The
only way we're going to start to coexist in a more enjoyable manner is if
we are nicer to each other.  So, I made the first step." I handed him the
beer and patted his shoulder.  I turned around and went upstairs.

   Sam's room was the first one on my left.  The door was open so I went
inside.  She was sitting at her desk doing her homework.  When we were kids
and she was playing some game on her computer or her console (we had a
SNES, Sega, and a PS2 which all belonged to our dad) I would come up behind
her and sit on the back of the chair she was sitting on and watch her play.
She'd do the same to me, but since she was always smaller, she could lean
forward and lean her head and arms on my head.  We grew to like small
physical touches like that.  Unfortunately, now, I'm way too big to sit on
the back of her chair.  Since we have a PS3 now, she doesn't need to stay
close to the console so she likes to lean back and prop her feet up.

   I went to her night stand where she had her feet propped up.  She's
always had nice feet, I think.  I picked them up and sat where they were
and set them down on my lap.  She was playing one of the Assassin's Creed
games.  I never really got into them, but I knew what they looked like.  I
watched her make 200 foot jumps off the steeple of churches and buildings
and land on a tiny pile of hay.  I snickered and said "That's not how
physics works..."

   "Yeah, but it looks cool, doesn't it?" Was her reply.

   "True." I paused a bit after I said that while I gathered my thoughts.
"I changed Stupid Steve." For a long time now, our little inside joke to
cope with our step-dad's annoyingness was to refer to him as 'Stupid
Steve'.

   She paused her game and looked at me.  "What do you mean?  Did you make
his skin all polka dotted?" She's always a bit of a smart ass.  Although
that does make me wonder just what I am capable of doing...

   "No, I looked inside and saw that his body was always in discomfort.  I
figured that this was why he was always such a sourpuss.  I'm hoping that
with me fixing that and having more endorphins pumped into his bloodstream
might make his less grouchy."

   "Endorphins is what makes you happy right?"

   "Sort of.  It does a lot of stuff, but it can all be considered
'happy'."

   "Let's hope you're right and he's not just happy when he makes our lives
miserable."

   "I can always change him back.  Come to think of it, I could easily kill
someone just by making their heart stop." I mused.

   "Remind me not to piss you off..."

   "Come on, Sam.  Am I the kind of guy to go around on a rampage?"

   "No, but everyone has their breaking point.  You're just scarier now
that you can do all this and I can't do anything."

   "Hmm.  Point.  What if you could though?  I still have quite a bit of
understanding to go, but if I can figure out what it is that gives me this
ability and since I can already change people's DNA, what's to stop me from
making someone else capable of this?  I mean, it's got to be some anomalous
mutation that's letting me do this, right?"

   "I don't know.  I'm not a geneticist.  If you do figure it out, keep me
in mind, eh?"

   "Well, of course.  Aside from you, who is it that I trust more in this
this world, Sam?"

   Sam smiled at me one of her bright smiles that lights up the room.  She
turned back to her game and commenced to beat up the soldiers that she
continued to antagonize.  While she was doing that, her feet were still on
my lap.  She started to move them back and forth almost imperceptibly on my
dick.  I was looking at her now and she gave a quick glance my way and
curled the corner of her lips up a bit, but kept moving her feet.  I sat
there enjoying it and remembered something.

   "I changed mom too.  I gave hew whole body a rejuvenating makeover. 
Then I gave her a little gift."

   "Like flowers?" She said still playing her game.

   "Not quite.  More like this." I grabbed her foot and gave her the same
changes I gave mom.  Her eyes widened and she looked at me forgetting to
pause her game and some soldier started to beat up on her guy.  "What did
you just do??  Oh my..." She started to fidget visibly now and rotated her
hips while pushing her tits against her shirt.  She started to make little
mewling noises and continued to make her little movements.  I decided to
help her out and while holding onto her feet, I decided to increase her
pleasure centers in her feet and connected them straight to her clit which
I could tell was very excited at the moment.

   I started to massage her feet and she opened her eyes wide again and
half closed them while she enjoyed the massage I was giving her.  She
pushed her feet a lot more obviously on my growing manhood.  Her breathing
got more and more ragged and she started to quiver a little.  I took both
thumbs and pressed hard on her heels and pushed up through her soles and to
the balls of her feet and she started to jerk her hips.  I continued to
massage her feet while she rode her orgasm to completion.  I slowly
returned her feet to normal and just sat there watching her.

   "That was crazy awesome.  What did you do??" She asked incredulously.

   "I added a little bit to you comparing to what I did to mom.  Mom seemed
to enjoy what I did though.  So, in a nutshell, your whole body is going to
keep rejuvenating itself, you'll have more energy, your tits will keep
growing to a very nice handful, and they are also very sensitive now.  Your
clit and pussy are much more sensitive, too.  So is your asshole." I said
that last part and winked at her.  "The extra I gave you was your feet.  I
made them more sensitive and connected the pleasure straight to your clit
while I massaged them.  I changed them back afterwards, see?" I massaged
her feet again.

   "Why did you do that?  I liked it!" She was almost whining.

   "Think about it.  You want to be having orgasms in the middle of the
soccer field?" I said, grinning.

   "Maybe..." She blushed a little when she said that, but grinned right
back.

   "Hahaha.  Ok.  I'll change them back but I won't make them as sensitive
as just now." I did so and you could tell she liked it.  She started to run
them on my hard dick.

   "You still have a stiff problem here though." It's amazing how girls can
change their voices from whining to sexy in seconds.

   "Mmmm.  That's pretty good, but the door is open..." I lifted her feet
and stood up.  My dick was tenting out my shorts pretty bad.  I got to the
door and listened at the stairs.  Mom and Stupid Steve were still
downstairs.  Luckily the stairs had about 3 or 4 steps that creak in a row,
so unless you wanted to hop 5 steps up at a time, the upstairs always heard
someone coming up from downstairs.  I quietly closed the door and walked
back towards Sam.

   She caught me as I passed her and spun her chair so she was facing me.
She placed her hands on my hips and looked up at me.  I just looked right
back at her amazing greenish brown eyes and half smiled.  She reached under
my shirt and pulled my shorts down slowly.  I realized what she was about
to do.  When my dick cleared the waistband, it popped up and she caught it
with her lips.  She started to use her tongue on the underside while she
circled the base with her hand.  I had a wild thought and while she was
already touching me I focused and changed the nerves in her mouth and
connected those to her nipples and then to her clit all together.  All she
did was make a 'ommhhfkmmm' type noise and put more gusto into what she was
doing.  She was moaning much more than me.  I think she couldn't take it
anymore because while one hand was pumping my dick, the other went straight
into the front of her shorts.  She was rubbing her clit.  I knew exactly
what she was doing because I was still focusing on her.

   The fact that I knew how much she was enjoying herself seems to send my
pleasure to new heights.  She felt my dick throb faster and she knew what
was happening.  She redoubled her efforts and within seconds I felt myself
pour out into her hungry mouth.  She swallowed every drop and continued to
rub her clit.  She pulled her mouth off but kept a hand on my still hard
dick and her other hand went into overdrive.  She was starting to make a
lot of noise so I suppressed her ability to make noise with her mouth just
as she was about to scream.  She silently opened her mouth and I knew that
if I hadn't made her a temporary mute, she'd be screaming and mom would be
rushing up here.  I saw her shorts get visibly wet like she peed in her
pants and she held her rigid body still.  After a few moments, I gave her
voice back and she was panting and making guttural noises with her throat.
"Oh...  my...  god...  Aaron...  What did...  You do...  to me...?"

   "I think I just helped you have the biggest orgasm of your life."

   "Biggest doesn't cover...  it..." She was regaining her breath.

   "I'm glad I could help.  That was a damn good blowjob, by the way." I
winked at her and tucked myself back in.  I took her hand and reversed the
changes to her mouth.  I chuckled to myself imagining her having orgasms in
the cafeteria or dinner table.

   "What's funny?"

   "I connected your mouth to your nipples and clit.  That's why you
enjoyed that blowjob so much.  I reversed it just now."

   "You're amazing, Aaron." She was still panting a little.  "That last one
wore me the hell out.  Did you do something to my voice too?"

   "Oh, haha, yeah.  I made you into a mute for a bit.  I don't think you
would have appreciated mom and Stupid Steve barging in here while you're
past the point of no return"

   "You can do that??"

   "I'm betting I can do a whole lot more." I decided to try an experiment
and I held up my arm and made the skin on my forearm spell out 'Samantha'
in green cursive.  Cool, it worked.  I changed it to normal.  Sam was
bug-eyed at that.

   "OK Mr.  Mutant.  I'm gonna go take a shower and we will talk after
that." I smiled at her and got up to go to my room.  I did have a whole lot
to think about.  I laid down in bed and started thinking.  1. I have an
amazing ability 2. I have to keep it a secret 3. I need to find out who I
can trust 4. I have to get Eddie, Danny, and Sam not to tell a soul about
me and what I can do 5. I have to find out how this ability works 6. I have
to use it to make this world better.  Maybe I'll start with just my school
and neighborhood.  7. I have to find out my limits so I don't cross them.
8. I have to find out how much I can do at a time

   I looked at the terrarium my mom got for me for my birthday last year
and the chameleons I have there.  I wonder if I can do anything to animals.
I got up and walked over to it.  Opening the top of the terrarium I reached
in and pulled out one of the chameleon.  I closed my eyes and focused on it
and got a much simpler rush of information.  I supposed that since they
have a much lower tier level of brain function, the rush would be simpler.
One thing that I saw that surprised me a bit was in the emotions layer. 
This reptile has a lot of the same emotions as us.  I figured I would try
an experiment here and I tried to make my little buddy happy by increasing
endorphins.  I got what felt like thoughts.  Pictures of bugs that he
apparently liked to eat.  Confusion as to why he was happy without eating
those bugs.  I opened my eyes and grabbed a cricket from the little cage, I
suppose you could call it, and fed it to the chameleon.  I put him back in
the terrarium and closed it up again.

   So, I am Professor Xavier and Dr.  Doolittle.  Awesome haha.  I sat back
on my bed and Sam walked into my room all ready for bed.  She was wearing a
shirt that she's had for years and no bra.  I could make out her nice pale
pink nipples and I saw that they were hard.  She was also only wearing
panties, but this pair used to be light pink, it was now damn near
transparent.  She walked over and sat on the bed next to me.  She hesitated
a bit and then leaned over and told me "I'm still cumming a little bit"
then leaned back.

   Well that did the trick.  I was starting to get hard again.  I looked at
the clock and it was close to 8:30 and I knew that mom would be coming up
here soon.  "Later, mom is coming up soon to go to bed.  You know how
routine-driven she is."

   "I guess...  If you wanna wait so long..." She started playing with her
nipples.  I grabbed her shoulders and lowered her on the bed so she was
laying down.  I closed my eyes again and focused on her.  I made her a mute
again and connected all her erogenous zones together and told her clit to
respond in triplicate to every little bit of stimulation.  Then I
semi-lightly flicked her right on her clit.  Sam went crazy and I could see
her panties start to get immediately wet.  Visibly wet and spreading.  My
god!  She was squirting.  That's so sexy...

   I got up and went to listen at the stairs.  There were some weird noises
coming from downstairs and I started to come down stairs.  I knew that the
9th step down was the first one that squeaked so I stopped on the 8th step
down and listened.  I heard slurping sounds and I could have sworn that I
head Stupid Steve make a noise.  I backed up and laid head down on the
stairs so I could see into the living room.  Holy shit!  Mom was giving
Stupid Steve head while she played with herself.

   I watched for a bit and sneaked quietly back into my room.  I shut the
door as I went in and walked over to the constantly quivering Sam.  She
looked at me with pure lust in her eyes.  I reached under her shirt and
squeezed her tit and pinched her nipple and connected with her again.  Her
body was going crazy.  She'd been having a constant explosive orgasm since
I left.  Granted it was only a minute or so that it took me to go to the
stairs and come back, but still.  This was one hardcore orgasm.  I undid
the changes and left the mute for a bit.  I opened my eyes and I saw her
ride the last few waves and start to settle down.  I gave her voice back
and watched her some more.

   She just stared at me with the most sated expression I've ever seen.  I
just smiled at her.  She finally found her voice and all she could say was
"Wow." over and over.  I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

   "You broke me, you know." She stated dreamily.

   "What do you mean?"

   "I'm never going to have great sex from some normal guy now that I know
what you can do."

   I thought about it for a bit.  "I guess you'll just have to stick with
me then."

   Sam just relaxed and smiled.  Within seconds she was asleep.  I got her
undressed and she was still seeping her cum out of her pussy.  I leaned
down and licked it up.  She made one huge fucking mess on my bed.  Note to
self: only induce mind blowing orgasms on her bed from now on.  I got her
dressed and tried to pick her up.  She felt a bit heavy for me, being loose
dead weight and all, and an obvious thought struck me.  Why am I not
improving myself??  I instantly focused on myself and saw all the same
rushed information.  I made my muscles 3 time stronger, then opened my
eyes. She was light as a feather now.  Cool!  I went into her room and laid
her down on her bed.  I got her a change of clothes.  Just panties and a
shirt was fine, I guess.  I got her completely undressed, admiring her
flawless body and briefly licking her pussy again one last time.  I got her
dressed and covered her up.  I kissed her forehead again and closed her
door.  Now I had to go change my bed sheets.  Thanks Sam...
I'll just tell mom that Sam spilled something on my bed and I said that
I'll take care of it.  I took the sheet off and put it in the dirty laundry
basket right outside my room.  Got some fresh sheets and put them on my bed
and laid down again.  I focused on myself again and gave myself the same
basic upgrade that I gave mom.  I wanted something extra, though.  I watch
a lot of science fiction movies and I immediately got a lot of crazy ideas.
I had to deny myself some of them, like natural night vision or gills to
breathe underwater.  Some I definitely changed on myself, though.  I could
now see for what seemed like miles, I'd never get tired, I'd probably stop
aging at 22 years old.  I made my bones about as hard as adamantium (thanks
X-Men!) and my muscles even stronger than when I carried Sam, with
immediate recovery too.  I increased my reflexes three-fold and my
metabolism was optimized so I could eat anything anytime and not have to
ever worry.  I was basically Superman, I just couldn't fly or shoot lasers

out of my eyes.

   I decided to try something really tricky now.  I looked at the genetic
makeup of my brain.  I paid attention to all the intricacies and the
structural makeup.  After a little bit, I noticed where all my memories
were stored.  The neurons connecting that to the rest of my brain seems to
be a little fragile.  I made 10 times more connection and strengthened that
section of my brain as a whole.  I didn't want to mess with my own brain
too much.  I suddenly could remember everything I've ever done.  I remember
how my mom's breast milk tasted.  I remember scraping my leg from falling
off my bike when I was 8.  Looks like school will never be an issue for me
anymore.

   Let's take stock of what I know now.  1. I can connect to seemingly
everyone 2. I can change anyone as long as I have physical contact 3. I can
connect to animals 4. I need to figure out what I'm going to do now...

   I fell asleep with thoughts of tomorrow and much broader thoughts of
what I should do to improve my life.

   Critiques?  Send me an email at notveryniceoneeither@yahoo.com
Constructive criticism is always welcome.