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CAMP - Ron’s Journey

Part 1 - Ron Begins His Journey

by WhiteStar



Chapter 2: School Days - I Wish Mine Had Been Like This



	Ron figured to let his sister alone for the rest of the day, at least. 
His sister wasn't stupid:  he knew she was beginning to suspect what had
really happened.  So, he figured he'd let it cool off, at least until he
had done some more, "research".

	The next day was Sunday, a traditional day for lounging about the house
not doing much of anything.  The Chaffeys were not a religious family,
so there was no bother with church.  Ron got up around 9:00 or so, and
went down to have breakfast.  As soon as he got there, he saw his mother
sitting at the table having her breakfast.  On some strange impulse, he
went over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

	"Morning, Mom.  How was your meeting yesterday?"  It had been out of
town, and she hadn't gotten back until after he had gone to bed.

	"Morning, Ron.  It was your usual garbage.  Nothing really ever gets
accomplished in a board room, you know.  You seem awful chipper this
morning.  Have you been picking on your sister again?"

	Uh-oh.  What does she know?  What does she suspect?  He tried to play
it casual.  "No more than usual, why?"

	"Well, she seemed a little upset when she came down.  She didn't eat
any breakfast, and she went back to her room."

	"She's probably still working on the final write-up for her project." 
Ron hoped this was it, otherwise he could have a problem.  He was
starting to realize that if *anybody* found out about his power, he
could get into real trouble.

	"Well, maybe so.  Still, could you try to be nicer to her for a few
days?  No need in stressing the family out.  Oh, by the way, I have to
go get Nikki at noon, she wants to come home early, for some reason. 
While I'm out, could you pretty please wash the dishes?"  His mom always
knew how to get to him.  "pretty please" mixed with her tone of voice
could make him do just about anything.

	"OK, OK.  Sorry, I know I was supposed to do 'em yesterday, but..."  He
trailed off, not knowing how to say he was too engrossed with the idea
of fucking his sister.

	"Yes, I know, 'other things'.  Well, just try to get them done sometime
today, okay?  Might as well wait till after lunch, though. "  With that,
she got up, put her dishes in the sink, and headed upstairs to get
dressed.  Ron watched her go, watching her ass sway underneath her
robe.  'I wonder what she looks like without it.'



	Ron was washing the dishes when his mother returned with Nikki.  It was
obvious even before he saw her that she was in a bad mood.  He could
hear her as soon as she walked in the door.

	"...And she shouldn't have said that!"  She stormed into the kitchen
and slumped into a chair.

	"Now, honey.  This isn't really that bad.  C'mon, you know that you two
will make up sometime about Wednesday, and you'll have forgotten the
whole thing by next weekend.  Why work yourself up like this?"

	"Not this time!  I'm never speaking to her again!" Nikki got up and ran
to her room.

	"What's with her?" Ron asked.

	"Oh, Tammy said Nikki's boobs were too big, or _something_ like that,
and Nikki, well, you know Nikki."  Nikki was rather overly sensitive
about such remarks.  Nikki was better endowed than most 10 year olds,
but they weren't "too big".  At least, Ron didn't think so.

	"Guess I'll be avoiding *her* for a while."

	"Ron!  Now that's not nice."

	"Sorry.  But she can be a real pain when she gets into one of her
moods."  'Of course,' he thought, 'I could *change* her mood...' 
"Anyway, I'm done with the dishes.  Anything else you need me to do?"

	"No, that's it.  Thanks, Ron."

	Ron headed upstairs.  He was going to go to his room and play on his
computer, but decided he needed to talk to Dawn.  He went past his room,
and knocked softly on her door.  "Dawn?  Can I come in?"

	"I guess so."  She didn't sound very enthusiastic.  As Ron opened the
door, she was lying on her bed, on her stomach.  Ron had a very good
look at her legs and her ass.  He wanted to have a serious talk with
her, but the hard-on now raging in his pants was making his mind just a
little cloudy.

	"What?"  She didn't sound at all like she wanted to talk.

	"I was just wondering what's eatin' you.  Mom said you were upset about
something, and you haven't been out of here all day.  What's up?"

	"What do you care?  You're gonna get what you want, right?  Or you'll
tell Mom."  'Ah,' thought Ron, 'so that's what this is about.'

	"Look, Sis.  You and I made an agreement.  I am not going to let you
out of it, but I'm not going to overuse it, either.  You are my sister,
and I don't want to hurt you, but I AM a teenager, and I do have...
urges... from time to time."  He was working very hard at resisting one
of those urges right then.  He wanted very badly to plant his hand right
on her ass, but that would not have helped the situation, and he knew
it.

	Dawn rolled over onto her back and looked at him.  "So, what's it going
to be?  Once a day?  Twice?  How often will I be punished for my
mistake?"

	'Mistake?  Why does she think....  Aha!  She really *believes* this was
entirely her idea!  She thinks she finally gave in to a sexual urge of
her own.  That's what's bothering her.  How do I relieve that without
spilling the beans?  I don't want her to become a messed up person.'

	"Look, Sis, I know you feel bad about this, but really,  I'm not sure
you should be blaming yourself for all this.  I'm sure that somehow I am
at least partly responsible.  I mean, it's not like I tried to stop you
or anything."  Hardly.  "I think you're beating yourself up over the
whole thing.  If you just relax about it, you might even enjoy it.

	"That's the part that worries me, Ron.  I might really start to enjoy
it."

	"Nothing wrong with that."  He grinned, "I sure as hell did."  He had
finally found the right thing, the words that somehow triggered in her
confused mind.  She gave him a beautiful smile.  And, something else? 
An invitation, just in the eyes.  He leaned over and kissed her on the
lips.  She kissed back, soft, sensuous.  This kiss was the best they had
shared, for it was solely her idea.



	It was Sunday, and there was nothing on TV.  He had, however, taped
some programs during the week that were on while he was at school.  One
of them was Spenser: For Hire.  He liked the idea of being a private
investigator, someone who could figure out who did what to whom.  This
particular episode was about a guy who had amnesia, and there were bad
guys trying to kill him.  He got to thinking.... 'Amnesia, Hmm?  I'd
never thought of that.  I wonder if I can make somebody forget stuff. 
I've been able to do almost everything else I've tried...'  He had tried
to get a sparrow to land on his hand, but it had completely ignored
him.  He figured his power must only work on people.  He thought about
how, when, and most importantly, who.  Then it came to him.

	'Nikki!  She'd had a fight with her best friend, Tammy.  Mom was right,
they would probably make up by Wednesday.  But what if he could make her
forget the event entirely?  Then they might get back together quicker,
which would keep her out of the house more often, which would get her
out of his hair...  'Yes, that's something that has very little risk. 
If it doesn't work, she'll never know anything happened.  If it does
work, she'll be gone more often."

	He walked down to Nikki's room, and was about to knock.  Then he
realized that he really had nothing to *say* to Nikki, and that just
standing there staring at her would be very odd behavior.  He decided to
stand outside the door and try his experiment.  He wasn't sure how to
visualize this one, though.

	He struggled for five minutes before giving up.  He finally realized he
was just going to have to chance it.  He knocked on her door.

	"What!"  She always seem to be saying "Go Away"  with that answer.  Ron
opened the door and walked in.

	"What do you want?  She just glared at him from her desk, where she was
doing some homework.  He looked her straight in the eye, and she seemed
to go a little blank.  Not zombie blank, just a sort of "I'm not really
paying attention" kind of blank.

	"Nicole, you will forget that Tammy insulted you.  You will forget that
you were offended by her remark.  You will not remember what she said to
you, nor why you left her house early.  You will think you left early so
that you could finish your homework.  You will not remember me telling
you any of this, but you will obey it all."  He added the last part from
something he remembered in a story about hypnotism.  He thought it might
work here.  It had in the story.

	Ron looked away, and Nikki blinked.  "Well?" she demanded.

	"I was just wondering how come you came home early from Tammy's, that's
all."

	"Well, if you MUST know, I've got this assignment due tomorrow."

	"Mom said you were upset about something Tammy might have said."  This
was the acid test.  This was as direct a question as he dare ask.

	"Huh?  No.  Nothing of the sort.  We just didn't have much to do, and I
had this homework, so I decided to come home early.  You must've heard
Mom wrong."  She wouldn't dare to blame her mother for the error.

	"Okay.  I just thought I'd ask."  With that, he turned around and
walked out, a huge grin on his face.  'Another test, satisfactorily
completed.'



	*****



	Monday morning, and Ron was in school.  All of a sudden, he became very
aware of all of the people around him.  Furthermore, he was aware of
what he could make them do.  Instead of a feeling of *power*, however,
this scared the shit out of Ron.  'I can't let ANYONE find out about the
power I've got.  If anyone catches me, I'm dead meat.'

	As Monday wore on, Ron became more and more aware of his formerly
unthought-of ability to influence people.  This was how he had always
been:  people just naturally "wanted" to agree with him.  But now, after
the weekend he'd just had, it seemed extremely unnatural.  But, as of
yet, he'd found no way to turn his power off.

	Even more upsetting were the things he thought he was starting to
hear.  Just whispers, really, from the people around him.  Always about
him, like there was some big secret that he didn't know, and everybody
knew he didn't know, and they were talking behind his back, but when
he'd look, no one was talking at all.  'What in the hell is going on? 
Am I going crazy now?  Is that what this all was?  The beginning of some
kind of... what did that book call them?  some kind of "psychosis"?'

	Every time Ron heard the whispers, he would try to listen in, but he
couldn't seem to make out the words.  As the day wore on, however, he
realized that they were getting *clearer*.  He was actually starting to
make out something other than his name by lunchtime.  As he walked
through the cafeteria, he heard the following:

	'..... There goes that geek, Ron....'

	'.....Why Dale didn't beat Ron up.....'

	'....Maybe I could get Ron to help me....'

	He paid special attention to that last one.  He tried to figure out who
it had come from, or where.  It was starting to sink in to Ron's already
boggled brain that what he was hearing weren't conversations, but
_thoughts_.  'Well, well.  So it looks like I can read minds, too. 
Neat.'

	History class came, and he looked over at Jessica Simmons.  'Soon,
Jessica, you and I will have some fun.'  Just then, Mrs. Hayes, the
history teacher, walked into the room.  Up until now, Ron hadn't paid a
lot of attention to Mrs. Hayes' body, so enamored was he with Jessica,
but today's outfit grabbed his attention.  There was no reason for it
to, for it was the same tight-fitting sweater and knee-length skirt
combination she wore most days, but today her outfit was electric blue,
and it simply drew his eyes right to her.

	Mrs. Hayes was 5'8" tall, slender, with an ample bust and well-defined
legs, at least what Ron could see of them.  Her chest strained her
sweater quite a bit, and Ron wondered for the first time if she wore a
bra.  Her light brown hair flowed down to her shoulder blades and framed
a beautiful, round face with big, round eyes, and an open expression. 
Her lips were small, almost pouty, and her nose was just a touch too
small for her face.  Somehow, it all combined to give her the kind of
look that makes men melt.  Ron wasn't melting.  As a matter of fact,
certain parts of him were doing anything _but_ melting.  He found it
very hard to concentrate on her lecture, as his eyes roamed her body. 
He even found that he had shut out the "whispers" while his attention
was focused on more tangible things.

	Class ended, and everyone filed out.  On his way home, he saw his
sister Nikki talking with Tammy outside her school.  He walked over,
because he normally walked her home, per his mother's request.  Neither
of them were happy about it, but Ron was also unhappy that he was
unhappy about it.  This confused even him, but he knew that he loved his
sister, it's just that she was a pain sometimes.  'If Tammy doesn't walk
with us, maybe I could change Nikki a little on the way home.'  Just as
he finished thinking this, he arrived where Nikki and Tammy were
standing.

	"Hey, Nikki.  Hi, Tammy.  Are you eating with us tonight?"

	Nikki found this a perfectly normal question, but Tammy looked at both
of them, confused.  "What's with you guys?  Nikki storms out of my house
yesterday, and today you guys are asking me to dinner?"

	Ron looked at Nikki to see what she would do.  Nikki said, "Look,
Tammy, yesterday I just had some homework to do, that's all.  Sorry if
you thought I was storming out of the house."

	Tammy was clearly very unsure.  Ron didn't want to "adjust" her
thinking in so public a situation.  "So, are you eating with us, or
what?"  Ron didn't really care either way, but he wanted to get home.

	"Not today, Ron.  Mom is making my favorite for dinner, and it wouldn't
be nice for me to miss it.  Maybe tomorrow night."

	"Okay, then.  You ready to go, Nik?"  Nik was Ron's special name for
Nikki.  He only used it when he wanted her to know he was in a good
mood.  It *usually* got him a likewise response, but not always.

	"Sure, let's go, Ron.  See ya tomorrow, Tammy."  As they walked off,
she told him, "You're in an awfully good mood for a Monday.  How come?"

	"I'm not really sure, Nikki.  It's just been a pretty good day."  They
stopped at an intersection and Ron stood in front of her, quickly
checking that no one was within earshot.  He looked straight into her
eyes and repeated the words he'd been practicing for the last five
minutes in his head.  "Nikki, I am about to give you some instructions. 
You will not remember them, but you will obey them.  You will obey all
of the instructions _I_ give you until you hear me snap my fingers
twice.  Nod if you understand."

	Nikki nodded her head slowly, and Ron continued, "We will start walking
again, but you will still obey all of my orders.  Nod if you understand
and agree."  Nicole nodded again.  A lot of this he remembered from his
hypnotism book.  They crossed the street and continued walking.  By the
time they had gotten home, Ron had made several commands to Nicole, and
had repeated them for emphasis.  He was pretty sure she would obey all
of them.  Some of his commands were for her to be nicer to him.  Others
dealt with things she should ignore if she happened to see them.  And a
few final commands dealt with the chores of his that she would now do
without being asked.  He wasn't sure how he'd explain this, but he'd
figure something out.  He snapped his fingers twice as they walked in
the front door.  Nikki headed up to her room to change, and Ron went
into the kitchen to get something to drink.  He found a note on the
table from his mother:

	"Ron:  I'll be home late tonight, we have a big project to work on. 
Please order in from one of our usual places, ask Nikki and Dawn, and
_try_ to make everyone happy.  I won't be home till after midnight.  Do
your homework, and go to bed at 11:00.  Love, Mom."

	Ron had gotten used to his mother leaving these notes for him instead
of his older sister, Dawn.  So, it seemed, had Dawn, since she rarely
whined about Mom putting Ron in charge of things.  Ron was very mature
for his age, and his mother just trusted him more than his older
sister.  Ron thought about Dawn, and immediately began to get a
hard-on.  'With Mom out of the house, and with Nikki ignoring any
unusual behavior, all I have to do is convince Dawn.  Maybe while she's
in the shower...'

	Dawn came home and headed right upstairs.  Ron was watching TV, and
figured he'd wait until she was in the shower to go up.  After about ten
minutes, he heard the water start.  Ron waited a few more minutes, then
headed up to the bathroom.  He opened the door quietly, and almost
giggled at the role-reversal from their initial encounter.

	As soon as he was in the room, Ron knew something was wrong.  Dawn was
definitely _not_ alone.  He heard groans from the other side of the
shower curtain, coming from two very distinct voices.  'Dawn and Nikki? 
how long has THAT been going on?  Maybe this explains some of Dawn's
problem.'

Ron thought about what to do, then decided for the direct approach.  He
walked over to the shower curtain, and opened it up a ways.

	"What are you guys doing?"  This was a rhetorical question.  Dawn was
leaning against the wall, with Nikki on her knees, lapping at Dawn's
pussy.  Dawn was bent slightly, fondling Nikki's breasts.  When they
heard Ron, they both went rigid.  The look of terror in Nikki's eyes was
expected.  Ron then looked at Dawn.  The look of fear he saw in her eyes
was not expected, and Ron was unsure of how she was going to react. 
Then he heard one of those whispers, this one quite clear.

	'Oh, Shit!  What will he want to cover this up?'

	He knew this thought was Dawn's:  He recognized the voice, plus Nicole
would never have thought it.  Ron stood back and waited, looking over
the two of them.  He belatedly realized that Nicole did, in fact, have a
very nice set of knockers on her, and, although her body was somewhat
boyish, she was more developed than her outfits led one to believe.  If
his cock had not already been hard as iron, she would have made it so. 
Still, he waited for what he knew was coming.

	"Ron.... I didn't want you to find out about this...."

	"Dawn- Stop.  Just one question.  Is this what was bothering you
yesterday?  That I might find out about you two?"

	"Yes.  I don't know what happened between us, Ron.  I had almost come
to the conclusion that I was a lesbian."

	"A what?"  Ron was unfamiliar with that term, though he knew what a
'gay' meant.

	"A lesbian.  That's a girl who only likes to have sex with other
girls.  I didn't want you to tell Mom.  You won't tell her, will you? 
Please?"  Dawn was begging now, and the pleading look in Nikki's eyes
was obvious, too.

	"What about you, Nikki?  Are you a... a lesbian?"

	Nikki found it hard to speak.  "I - I - I don't k-know, Ron.  I've
never h-had s-sex with a b-boy.  Are you gonna tell on us?"

	"Well, I don't know.  I suppose I should...."

	Both girls almost screamed, "No!"   Dawn added, "Ron, please.  It's not
her fault.  I kind of forced her in the start.  She's never had any
other sex.  Mom would be furious."

	Ron thought he had come to a solution.  'Maybe I'll get my first
non-controlled sex here.'  "Okay, but, as you know, there is a price for
my keeping your secret."

	"What else could you possibly want? "  Dawn was afraid she knew, but
also knew it wasn't her choice this time.

	"Well, from you, Dawn,  I want you to do certain ones of my chores from
now on."  That would be all the chores he hadn't given to Nikki.  That
effectively removed all duties from him, and gave him much more free
time, while retaining control of the house.  "As for you, Nik, well, I
don't know how to say this.  Your body is making me horny, and I want to
fuck you."

	"Ron!!!!"  This was Dawn, who was surprised he had been so blunt about
it.  Nicole seemed much more subdued, like she was thinking about it. 
Her response revealed a level of maturity he hadn't known she'd had.

	"If I let you, then you won't tell Mom about us?"

	"Right."

	"And we can still do this?"

	"If you want to."

	"Some of the girls at school say that sex hurts."

	Ron wasn't sure how to answer this.  He looked to Dawn for a little
help.  Since she saw that Ron wasn't forcing the issue, Dawn decided to
be encouraging.

	"It might hurt some the first time, Nikki.  That's because he would
have to bust your cherry.  But after that it feels great!  And Ron will
be gentle, won't ya, Ron?"  She smiled and gave a wink.  Ron knew she
was cooperating on her own now, and wondered what that really meant.

	"Nik,  I'll tell you what I told Dawn.  You're my sister, and I don't
want to hurt you.  I will be as gentle as I can, but it's still going to
hurt this first time.  After that, I think you might really enjoy it."

	"Okay, Ron.  Why don't you come in here?  You're letting all the hot
air out."

	Ron did just that.  He nearly ripped off his clothes, and jumped in the
shower with them.  Before anything else happened, though, Dawn had a
disturbing thought.  "Ron, what about Mom?"

	"She won't be home till late.  She left a note."

	That was the last barrier that needed to go.  Ron was in charge here,
and he had to decide how he wanted to do it.

	"Okay, Dawn, I want you to show Nikki how to suck my dick.  Nik, watch
real close, so you can learn how."

	Dawn kneeled down and began to apply her considerable talents to his
manhood, interrupting occasionally to tell Nikki something.  Meanwhile,
Ron was gently fondling one of Nikki's breasts with one hand, and one of
Dawn's with the other.  Ron was in absolute heaven.  After a few
minutes, Ron stopped Dawn.  "If you go any further, I'm gonna blow."

	"Go ahead.  You're 13, you'll recover pretty quick."

	"Okay, if you say so."  Dawn resumed her sucking, but was interrupted,
this time by Nikki.

	"Can I try, Sis?"  This shocked both Dawn and Ron.

	"If you like.  Why don't you start out just by licking the shaft, like
I showed you?"

	Nikki did this, and was joined by Dawn.  The sensation on Ron's cock
was starting to be more than he could take.  He was thinking of
baseball, algebra, dissecting a frog, but nothing was working.  Then,
all of a sudden, a small mouth engulfed about a third of his prick and
started sucking, while her tongue was lashing about the head like a
writhing snake.  Ron could take no more.  Nikki was a far better
cocksucker than her older sister.

	"Oh, crap, Nik!  I'm gonna cum!"  Nikki had been warned about this by
Dawn, but she had decided to swallow it.  Nikki kept sucking and licking
until Ron exploded into her mouth, pouring squirt after squirt of come
down her little throat.  She licked it all up, and his cock came out
clean.

	"Was that okay, Ron?"  Nikki asked, in her naive way wanting to know if
her brother approved.

	"Oh, hell yes, Nik!  No offense, Dawn, but she's better than you at
that!"  Dawn looked a little hurt, but it didn't really bother her,
since she already knew that:  she'd been receiving Nikki's services now
for almost a year and a half.

	They fooled around a little more in the shower, and Ron's cock was soon
standing at attention again.

	"Looks like you're ready for more, little brother."

	Ron was surprised.  He'd never gotten a second erection after
masturbating.  "Yeah, I guess I am.  Why don't we go to my bedroom for
the rest, though?  It'll be more comfortable."

	They all agreed with that, and, after an abbreviated drying session,
they moved to Ron's room across the hall.

	"Dawn, why don't you do to Nikki what she was doing to you when I
interrupted.  I need to learn how to do that."  Nikki laid on the bed
with her legs bent over the edge.  Dawn kneeled down and placed her face
at Nikki's pussy.  Ron knelt next to Dawn and observed.

	Dawn first ran her tongue up and down Nikki's slit.  Then, using her
fingers, she opened up Nikki's pussy and slid her tongue deep inside. 
Dawn continued this, again acting the teacher as she would stop for a
second to say something to Ron.  Nikki was writhing around on the bed in
pure ecstasy by now.

	"Ron, finish this part off.  See that little bud?  That's her clit, and
it's real sensitive, sort of like the head of your dick.  Give it a
little kiss."  Dawn moved over, and Ron bent in.  He sucked the little
nubbin into his mouth and sucked on it.  All of a sudden, Nikki let out
a squeal of pleasure, and went all rigid.  Ron continued sucking,
flicking his tongue over the little bud, until Nikki came down from her
orgasm.

	"That was an orgasm, Ron.  Now, I think she's ready to be fucked. 
Aren't you, Nikki?"

	"I... I guess so."  She looked at Ron pleadingly,  "Please, Ron, go
slow?"

	"Okay, Nik."  Ron positioned himself at her entrance.  He was turned on
just looking at her pussy, completely bereft of any hair.  Slowly, as
Dawn played with Nikki's nipples, Ron pressed his cock into her.  God,
was she *Tight*.  Finally, he reached her hymen.  Slowly, he pulled back
out, until he had just the head of his cock in her.  He pushed back in,
and out for a few minutes, until she had loosened up.

	"This next part is the part that's going to hurt, Nikki.  Once I've
done it, I'll stay still until you tell me your okay.  Alright?"

	"Uh-huh"  There was fear in her voice, but it was hard to hear over the
wanting.  Ron had decided the best way would be to plunge in as far as
he could as hard as he could.  He pulled his cock out so that just the
head was in, placed his hands on her hips for leverage, and thrust as
hard and as fast as he could.  Nikki let out a short scream, and Ron
froze, his cock buried about two-thirds the way in.

	"Nikki, are you okay?"  He was very concerned that he might actually
have hurt her.

	"Yeah, I... I think so.  Don't move for a while, okay?"

	"I won't move until you say."  Well, that wasn't entirely true.  His
position was such that he *did* lean over and suck on one of her
nipples.  After a couple of minutes of this, which was only getting her
hotter, Nikki said, "Okay, Ron.  I'm ready.  But go slow at first."

	"Okay, Nik.  Here goes."  Ron started out with a slow rhythm, until he
was sure Nicole was going to be okay.  Then he gradually picked up the
pace as his excitement rose.  Dawn had straddled Nikki's face, and Nikki
was expertly eating out her sister.  'Damn!  What a view!'  Ron could
not believe his luck.  'Two women in the same house as me whom I can now
screw when I want.  I wonder if I should make it three?'  The thought of
his mother's ass swaying beneath her robe yesterday morning, and what it
might look like *outside* of her robe, sent him over the edge.  He came
in Nikki with considerable force, and this sent her over the edge for
about the fourth time.  Nikki must have sucked harder on Dawn, because
she started coming at almost the same time.  For quite a while, Ron's
room was filled with a lot of groaning and moaning.  Finally, they all
fell in a pile, limp.  Ron made sure to roll off of Nicole, so as not to
hurt her, but he didn't remove his dick.  Her pussy was just such a
nice, warm place.  They all fell asleep like that.



	Tuesday morning, Ron was still apprehensive about school.  He was
constantly worried now that he might accidentally make someone do
something that would give him away.  He was starting to learn a little
control;  he was able to tune out the "whispers" so that he could
concentrate on schoolwork,  but that influence he'd always had was still
there, ever present.  Then Ron finally realized that, if people suddenly
*stopped* agreeing with him, this too might be noticed, so he stopped
trying to turn this part of him off.

	The day was going along smoothly until third period, his English
class.  As soon as he walked into the room, he _knew_ he was being
watched.  Not in the normal sense that someone looks at you for more
than just a glance, but someone was aware of him as a force to be
reckoned with.  He took a quick look around, but he had no idea who or
what he was sensing was.  This disturbing feeling followed him
throughout the day, and upset him more than anything else had to this
point.  He was glad when the school day ended.

	He was mildly disappointed to find that Tammy would be eating with them
tonight.  'Then again' he thought, 'Mom will be home, anyway, so there's
not much I could do with my sisters anyhow.  How should I deal with
Mom?  One way or another, I'm going to have to do *something*.  Sooner
or later she's going to notice that my sisters and I are getting along
_much_ better.  Do I want to add her to my collection?  I'll have to
think about that.'

	The night passed without incident, but Ron wasn't sure whether he was
glad for that or not.  He did take the opportunity to refine Nikki's
orders, now that she was part of the action.  He removed her orders to
ignore unusual activity, and rerouted it to an inability to talk about
it with anyone other than him or Dawn.  He realised that both of his
sisters were now his willing sex slaves, but that didn't seem to bother
him very much.

	When his mother came in to say goodnight and give him his usual hug,
and what had become the usual kiss on the cheek, Ron decided to go one
step further.  He stood up and gave her a hug, but instead of kissing
her on the cheek in passing, he leaned back some and gave her a quick
kiss on the lips.  Nothing that could be denoted as sexual (yet), just a
quick peck.  Nevertheless, his mother gave him a very strange look, but
she said nothing.  'Interesting reaction' he thought.  'I half expected
her to yell at me for that.'  He decided not to worry over this one, but
he knew now that he wanted to add Mom to his group, but in a special
way:  He wanted _her_ to come to _him_.  He wasn't sure how to
accomplish this, but he knew he was on the right path.  She had allowed
him more latitude in the last few days than ever before, and he was
going to push just as far as he could.



	Wednesday morning brought a certain dread to Ron.  He knew
instinctively that the who or what that had been watching him would
still be there today.  'Maybe I should stay home today, have Mom call me
in sick.  Nah, that won't achieve anything.  Sooner or later, I'm going
to have to face whatever it is.  Besides, maybe it's just more power
coming out, and it just feels like someone's watching.'  He knew this
was wrong, but it felt reassuring to think it.

	As soon as he arrived at school, he knew his reassuring thought was
wrong.  Whatever it was, it was external to him.  He could feel it,
almost tangible now, pounding on his head like a drum.  Then, suddenly,
the feeling drew back, almost ceasing, as if someone realized they were
pushing too hard.  Ron was scared now:  this ... thing... was acting too
much like a person to be just an "it".  He looked around at all the
people, but he saw nothing.

	The feeling quickly died away into the background as classes begun, but
Ron was unable to concentrate on schoolwork, for he was too busy
thinking about the "watcher" as he had taken to calling that feeling. 
'Who is it?  And what do they want?'  He would find out soon enough, but
he didn't know that.

	The feeling disappeared entirely at the end of the day, and Ron was
able to concentrate on other matters.  Soon enough, History class came,
and when Ron saw Mrs. Hayes today, he almost fell out of his seat.  Her
sweater was about a size and a half too small for her, and he could tell
now that she was NOT wearing a bra.  He could see her nipples tenting
the material on the front of her sweater.  Her outfit was all black, and
her skirt today was quite snug, ending an inch above her knees, with
short slits up the sides to facilitate walking.  Ron gave up on trying
to listen to her lecture, and daydreamed about what he would do _if_ he
could ever get her alone.  He knew this was almost impossible, but he
was planning for it, anyway.  He knew that all the things that had
happened to him over the last week were impossible, too, but they'd
happened.

	As the class droned on, Ron started to compare Jessica with all his
other choices, and he realized she really wasn't anything special.  He
*would* take her, but more as a matter of revenge than anything else. 
She had taunted him all these months, staying entirely out of reach. 
Now that he could have her anytime he wanted, he found her less
desirable.  He compared her briefly with Mrs. Hayes, and she lost almost
instantly.  Her only advantage was availability, and that wasn't a real
big plus.

	As the class bell rang ending the school day, Ron was startled when
Mrs. Hayes called his name.  "Ron?  Jessica?  could you two stay for a
few minutes?"  Ron had no idea what this was about.  He knew he wasn't
in any trouble; he wasn't the sort of kid to do that stuff.  Ron and
Jessica headed to the front of the room as the rest of the students
filed out.

	"Ron, I need to ask a favor of you."  Mrs. Hayes began.  "I know it's
late in the year, but Jessica has developed some rather serious problems
with her History grades.  I was wondering if you would be willing to
take her on as one of your students, and tutor her so that she can get
her grades up?"

	Ron really didn't want to:  he had all the students he needed, and was
making good money already.  But, he realized, this would get him an
opportunity to be alone with Jessica, and that was something he looked
forward to.  "Okay, Mrs. Hayes.  So long as her parents agree with it,
I've got no problems.  They do know that all the sessions are at my
house?"

	"Yes, Ron.  They have no problem with that.  What night would be best
for you?"

	"Well, if her problem is really as serious as you say, she probably
needs more than one night a week.  I still have an opening at 8:00 on
Thursday and Friday nights."  Ron's tutoring was one hour sessions, and
they ended at 9:00, so Jessica would be his last student of the night. 
That way, anything he did wouldn't interfere with his other students.

	"Okay.  I've told them to call you tonight, so you should get a call
from them.  Jessica,  make sure to tell your parents about Ron's
recommendation before they call, okay?"

	"Yes ma'am.  I'll let them know as soon as I get home."

	"Okay.  That's all.  You both can go."

	Ron was about to leave when he realized he had an opportunity here that
he had just half an hour ago decided was "impossible".

	"Mrs. Hayes?  can I talk to you for a couple more minutes?  I have a
couple of questions about our final projects."  This was true, he did
have a question, but it was also a good excuse.

	"Sure, Ron.  I'll see you tomorrow, Jessica."

	"Bye, Mrs. Hayes."  She didn't deem Ron worthy of a good-bye, but he
was too busy planning to be upset by that.  He was sending all sorts of
images to her now, stuff that he knew would have his sisters climbing
all over him.  But it was having no effect.  She just sat in her chair
and waited.

	'What the hell is going on?  Have I lost it?  Or doesn't it work on
adults?  Maybe I should try a different way...'

	Ron sent out a command.  'Massage your breasts.'

	Slowly, Mrs. Hayes' hands moved up to her breasts and started kneading
them.  This was very attractive, but Ron thought something else would be
more so.  'Grab the bottom of your sweater and raise it over your
head.'  Again, she did as instructed.  The view was incredible.  While
her face was obstructed by the sweater, he had a clear view of the
mounds on her chest.  And heavenly mounds they were.  'You may not move
or scream, except as I tell you.'  He hoped this command would work: it
was vaguer than most.  He carefully reached out and caressed her tit. 
She shuddered, but she did not scream.  Not being able to see her face,
he wasn't sure whether she was trying to or not.  'Pull your sweater
off.'  She did so, and lowered her arms.  Ron reached over and took the
sweater out of her hands, and laid it on the desk.  He reached over and
stroked her tit again.  The look on her face was fire.  Her expression
contained all the rage and hatred in the world.  Ron actually found that
rather exciting.

	'Stand up...Now unsnap your skirt....Push it off your hips... Step out
of it.'  Now she was clad only in her stockings, panties, and
high-heels.  This was a very alluring view, but Ron wanted more.  Then
he decided to do a comparison test.  Ron had her sit back down in her
chair, but he sat on her desk right in front of her.

	'Kiss the head of my cock....Now lick it up and down the shaft....Now
suck it until I say stop.'  She did everything she was told.  The
experience was great.  Not as good as Nikki, but then he didn't think
anybody could beat his sister at cocksucking.  He started to get really
excited, and he knew he was about to  come.  'Swallow my come.'  When he
came, she swallowed all of it, and kept right on sucking.

	After a minute or so for recovery,  Ron decided he wanted the rest of
her.  Ron stood her up and told her not to move.  He moved over to her,
and, standing as tall as he could, gave her a kiss on the lips.  She
gave no reaction, except the look in her eyes, which was pretty much a
constant now.  'You may respond to my actions, but only in a favorable
way.'  He kissed her again.  This time, she kissed back, with some
force.  He felt her tongue caress his lips, and he opened his mouth to
admit it.  Her tongue explored his mouth, and then she sucked his tongue
into her mouth.  They tongue-wrestled for a while, but then Ron's legs
got tired, and he broke off the kiss.  Kneeling down,  Ron took a closer
look at her panty-clad pussy.  He could see stray hairs poking out of
her panties, and he could no longer resist getting a better look.  He
was just going to pull her panties off, but then he changed his mind. 
They were flimsy enough that he grabbed hold with both hands, and tore
them off of her.  He would take these home as a souvenir of the
experience.  Now Ron had an unobstructed view of her pussy.  It was
completely covered with hair, and he couldn't see much.  Ron cupped her
mound with his hand, and he felt her shiver.  He also noticed that she
was quite wet between her legs.  He knew enough to realize this meant
she was very excited, and ready for more.  He bent in and flicked his
tongue across her pussy lips.  A moan escaped her lips, and she spread
her legs to allow him access.  Ron ate her out for several minutes, her
juices coating his face and her inner thighs.  She shuddered several
times, but Ron couldn't tell if these were orgasms or not.  Finally, he
grew tired of this, and stood up.  

	'Mrs. Hayes, bend down and lick my face clean.'  This she did, but the
look of hatred in her eyes betrayed her real thoughts.  However, her
actions were splendid.  Ron's cock was straining to be in something
tight and warm right now.  When she had finished her task, Ron bent her
over her desk.  He had read about this position in the few copies of
Playboy and Penthouse that he'd been able to get his hands on.  Ron
didn't waste any time, he thrust his dick full into her on the first
stroke.  A long moan ushered from her lips, and her hips were moving in
small circles now.  Ron had to hurry, he couldn't be too late getting
home, so he pounded her fast and hard.  She came once, before he did,
and then he came deep inside her belly, with a force that shocked him,
so strong was it.

	After they both came down, he had her dress and sit at her desk.  He
gave her verbal instructions not to remember any of it, not to notice
that she didn't have on panties, and a couple of other commands to help
him out in school a bit.  Ron was not unaware of the non-sexual benefits
of his power, and he was putting them to good use.  Finished, Ron
hurried to pick up his sister at her school.  She would probably be
upset that he was late, but, maybe not, given their recent change in
relationship.  Ron knew the whole world was changing for him, and he was
starting to understand that, so long as he was careful, the rest of his
life could be very entertaining indeed.



End Chapter 2

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