The next morning, Melinda found little reason to love her sister, for Heather dogged her steps all morning, especially if she showed the least little inclination of wanting to go outside. At one point, her mother had sent her to fetch the paper from the end of the driveway, and Heather followed her outside.

"Will you quit it?!" Melinda hissed at her angrily. "Stop following me!"

"Wherever you go this morning, runt, I go," Heather said.

"Come on, Heather, please," Melinda pleaded. "Stop it!"

"What's the matter? Not planning on doing anything you shouldn't, are you?"

Melinda shot her a poisonous look. "And you're not?"

"Oh, I'm just going to lunch today with Brad, that's all. I'm sure Mom would love it if you tagged along."

"No, please, don't!"

"It will save her from having to look after you while she runs her errands later. You know how much she cares about you being safe, and you're no safer than with your big sister."

"You bitch," Melinda snarled in a low voice.

"Love you, too, runt."

At that point, Melinda realized she would have to give Heather the slip somehow if she were to leave without being followed.

Melinda finally ended up joining her father in the back yard as he did the yard work. Heather was mildly allergic to the grass clippings of the mower and some of the pollen from the weeds that were kicked up when he ran the edge-trimmer, so this would at least keep Heather inside. It had the added benefit of giving her someone to talk to that she felt really cared about her.

Where her mother had chosen to shift her attentions away from Melinda and onto Heather in recent years, her father still maintained a soft spot for Melinda. She was always his favorite since she was born, and Melinda played this to the hilt whenever her mother made a decision she didn't like. She had no qualms whatsoever about pitting her parents against each other if it suited her, since she believed Heather had their mother wrapped around her little finger.

Melinda kept glancing nervously towards the back of the house, where Heather watched her from a window. Melinda grew increasingly anxious as the time crept past ten-thirty. Finally her chance came when she heard her mother call Heather's name. She looked up in time to see Heather retreat from the window.

Melinda trotted over to her father and asked him in her sweetest voice possible if she could go hang out with a friend for the day.

"So long as your mother doesn't need you for anything ..." her father started to reply.

"No, she just called Heather for something. So can I go, Daddy? Please?"

She always called him "Daddy" when she really wanted something, for she knew it would make him smile. It always reminded him of simpler days, when Melinda was his little girl, rather than a budding young woman. "Sure, sweetie, just make sure you're back by dinner."

Melinda gave her father a big grin. She threw her arms around his neck and planted a big kiss on his cheek.

She hurriedly skipped over to the side gate in the fence and let herself out. Out of view of her father, she broke into a dead run, dashing down the alley to the street and turning sharply to the right, sticking as close to the houses as possible so she could not be seen from the front windows. She took a look behind her before turning down the small street to the cul-de-sac.

Jason had a restless night. Each time he awoke, it took him some time to calm himself enough to fall back to sleep, as excited as he was about the next day.

He could scarcely believe that Melinda had agreed to this. This would be the first time he would have control over her and actually know that he had the control. His excitement was not diminished by their agreement to put limits on what they did. He was hopeful she would relax those enough so he could do something more than just watch.

When morning came, he was anxious to get his chores done and get out of the house. He wanted to make sure that he got to the house before Melinda did this time. Not that he was necessarily suspicious of her, that she might renege on their deal and claim another turn for herself, but for all he knew the house might work on a "first come, first serve" basis.

He wished for more time to do additional research on the internet. He was sure that if he looked hard enough, he'd find some more information about the house. The lack of data was disconcerting to him.

The yard work did work to one advantage, however. As he got into it, Richie showed up. Jason was able to tell a convincing enough lie that he was going to be at this all day. Richie lingered for a short while before finally leaving in something of a huff. For once, Jason was glad to be rid of him.

Jason rushed through his task and managed to get everything done before ten-thirty. He quickly showered and changed clothes, and headed out the door before his mother could corner him with some other chore.

"Shit," Heather muttered to herself when she finally returned to the window and looked out on the back yard.

She headed for the phone. A glance at the clock on wall showed it was just approaching eleven. She paused a moment and listened to make sure her mother was still upstairs.

Heather snatched the phone into her hand and thumbed the speed-dial, ducking as far under the stairs as possible to muffle her voice. "Hey, Brad, it's Heather," she said softly. "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to cancel lunch ... Yeah, it sucks, I know, I ..." She paused and her cheeks blushed slightly, her lips curling into a smile. "That will have to wait til Monday. Anyway, something's up with my baby sister I need to deal with ... Okay, I'll call you later."

She hung up the phone and frowned. At least I know exactly where she is, she thought.

Unlike Melinda, Jason could not bring himself to actually openly "talk" to the house. He just felt too silly doing it. It still made no rational sense to him. He simply stood in the living room, and after only a short span of minutes, the house decided the matter for him.

You wish her to do your bidding today, don't you?

Jason had to pause a moment to take a deep breath, his body quivering at the idea, his cock already stirring. He swallowed and just nodded.

Then that is what you will have.

Jason waited for the voice to say something else to him, but he heard nothing more than the monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "I don't ... I don't want to hurt her or anything."

The voice did not respond.

"She, uh, wants to set limits."

When the voice sounded in his mind again, it was amused. You will have complete control over her . She will do whatever you want. So you set the limits.

Jason's eyes appeared glazed. His cock was rock-hard under his pants. "I-I don't want to scare her," he said in a weak voice.

She won't be scared unless you want her to be.

"Huh? I don't understand."

Complete control, Jason. You decide what she does. What she feels. Make her happy or sad as you will it.

He swallowed again. "I'm not s-sure I want that much control," he said in a very soft voice.

Oh, yes, you do. It's obvious that it excites you.

Jason wanted to deny this but could not. His mind was in conflict. He knew on a basic level that this was wrong, but the allure of having a girl at his beck and call was too powerful. In the past he had entertained fantasies about such things, though Heather was often the subject. The idea of taking advantage of a situation like this in real life never entered his head because he had believed it impossible.

Yet now it was possible, and he was not so sure he could do it.

Even if Melinda is submitting to your control willingly? Where is the harm, then? Especially if you mean her no harm to begin with.

Jason flinched, his heart pounding. Was the house able to read his thoughts and feelings as well? If so, it would react instantly to whatever he wanted of her. He was not sure he could restrain himself if Melinda wanted him to do so.

Before he could think of any other objection to make, he heard a noise behind him and quickly turned to face the door.

"Sorry," Melinda said sheepishly.

"It's okay," Jason said in a strained voice. "Um ... well, a-are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"Uh ... it's my turn, remember?"

Melinda paused, then nodded slowly. She stepped into the room and looked back behind her. "Let's close and lock the door this time," she said, doing so as she spoke.

Jason blinked in surprise. Had they left the door open yesterday? He supposed they must have, for he did not remember having to actually open it when they had left. "Okay."

Melinda sighed as she turned back around to face him. "My sister thinks we're ..." She trailed off.

"We're ... what?"

She blushed deeply. "Having sex."

"Huh? Why?"

Melinda just shrugged. "I mean, we didn't. We didn't even touch each other."

Jason nodded quickly.

"And we're not today, either."

"No touching?" Jason blurted before he could stop himself.

Melinda sensed the obvious disappointment in his voice. The truth was, she didn't want to just watch either, not after what Heather tried to accuse her of doing. Now she felt the need to defy her sister, and prove that she was of her own mind. At the same time, she did not want to go too far. She did not want to justify her sister's suspicions that she would go and "do something stupid".

It took her a moment to work out this conflict in her mind and find a compromise.

"All right. You want to ... to be in control today. You want, uh ... t-touching. Okay. But I'm not ready for some things. I'm not ready to ..." She paused and swallowed hard. "To have you i-inside me, 'kay?"

Jason flushed, but remained silent, nodding after an initial hesitation.

"Just the hands," Melinda said, her voice a touch husky. "You can make me touch you, but ... but no more than that. Not ... not the mouth either, 'kay?"

Jason was reluctant to agree, but he did so anyway.

Melinda appeared as if she were about to say something else when her body gave a tiny shudder. Instead of speaking, she let go with a long, soft sigh, her eyelids fluttering.

Jason looked at her with concern. "Uh ... Melinda?" he said in a tentative voice.

Melinda felt her whole body flush hot. Her hands trembled at her sides. "But other than that," she said, her voice now decidedly husky. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll ... you ... y-you're doing it to me already, aren't you?"

She could not raise her voice above a breathless, sultry whisper no matter how hard she tried. She could barely think of anything except the growing excitement rising from within her own body. She hugged herself briefly, swallowing, trying desperately to focus her mind and failing.

Jason stared at Melinda in astonishment.

Melinda felt rational thought slipping away from her. She tried to summon up the will to give him one last warning about what she was not yet ready to try, but she could not even get the words to form in her mind. She could actually feel herself being enslaved to his will, as if a small part of her was still standing outside and untouched looking in, and it was both erotic and terrifying.

Jason felt the urge to reassure her, to tell her that he had no intention of harming her, but he was too excited to think rationally. He wished that she could be as excited as he was about it, that she was at least half as aroused over this as he was.

Of course she will be, the voice echoed in his mind suddenly, startling him. Complete control, Jason. You need only desire of her what you want her to be, or to do, or to feel.

Melinda's legs quivered and she uttered a low, soft moan. Her sex tingled madly, her cunt growing hot and wet. She panted as her mound swelled with her arousal under her clothing, and when she staggered back a half-step, the motion of her thighs was enough to mildly stimulate her over-sensitized flesh. "Oh, God ... " she groaned.

Jason looked at her in alarm at first. "Melinda, are you ...?"

"I'm so horny," she breathed.

Jason abruptly quieted, staring at her, even blushing faintly at hearing this come from Melinda's mouth. It did not take long, however, for that to trigger other thoughts in his head. Before he could try to rein in those thoughts, Melinda lifted her head and gave him a half-lidded, sultry gaze, and began to undress.

Jason could not speak. He just watched. He had seen her partially naked the other day, but he never got to see the rest of her. In response to his desire, she removed her top first, lifting and pulling it up and off her body in a slow, sensuous tease, leaving her clad in her bra. He stared, wide-eyed, as Melinda reached around to unclasp it in the back, and he drew in his breath sharply as the cups were pulled away, her young mounds bared.

They appeared as two gentle swellings, just barely orb-like in shape. Yet despite their small size, they were beautifully rounded, the flesh silk-smooth, the nipples standing out pert and erect from the center of the small areolae. Jason had seen much larger and heavier ones in pictures, but for that moment, none of them could hold a candle to this. Those were mere fantasies, things he would never have. Melinda's were very real.

Jason very desperately wanted to touch them.

Melinda was about to pull down her shorts when she stopped. She lifted her eyes, now smoldering with the same desire that Jason had just expressed in his head seconds before. Now she was as desperate to have her breasts touched as he was to touch them.

Jason felt panic set in. He had no idea how to do it. Could he squeeze them? How hard was too much? Would it even be pleasant for her? How ...

Stop worrying. Jason. You will know what to do.

Before he could respond, Melinda turned and gently leaned her back into him.

Jason shivered with intense excitement. He felt the warmth of her body even through his shirt. He lifted his trembling hands to her waist, a small thrill sending a shudder through him as he felt her bare flesh under his fingers. Suddenly, his hands steadied themselves, and when they slid around her front and up her torso, they moved with self-assurance and purpose.

Melinda drew in her breath and closed her eyes, her mouth dropping open as Jason's hands cupped her budding breasts. She held her breath for a moment, until his fingers squeezed the flesh gently. She let it go as a moan, her body quivering against his.

Jason was beside himself. He was never more excited than he was that moment. Her tits felt incredibly soft and yielding in his hands, more than he had ever expected them to be. He didn't think about what he was doing, he simply did it, the motions of his fingers across her pliant mounds completely natural to him. His fingers passed over the hard nubs of her nipples, and he simply knew to stroke them with his fingertips. Melinda flinched in his arms briefly as the sensation surprised her at first, but soon she was was uttering a long moan of delight.

Part of Melinda was indeed enjoying this. A tiny tendril of thought was still hers in the recesses of her mind, and to it, the emotions of sexual desire and pleasure felt very real. Yet she knew she was enslaved completely, her body responding to his will instead of hers; it was as exciting as it was terrifying.

Jason wanted to see the rest of her naked, and Melinda complied. Even with his hands still fondling her, she pushed her shorts and panties off her hips at the same time, shoving them down her legs and kicking her feet out of them. She fingered herself, her mound wet, her pussy hot and aching.

See? She's quite enjoying it. Go ahead and take her upstairs.

It was only then that Jason realized they had never left the living room. He nodded somewhat sheepishly and withdrew his arms from around her. She turned and looked at him questioningly and submissively.

"Let's go upstairs," Jason managed to croak.

Melinda nodded eagerly. "Yes, master."

Jason felt his heart thump at hearing this before leading her up the stairs.

In their wake, the front door of the house clicked, and then swung ajar once again.

Of the four of them, Heather felt the icy chill the least when she started down the road into the cul-de-sac, and the sensation barely registered in her mind. Yet something had managed to affect her at least subconsciously, for her pace slowed. She felt a sudden need to move with caution, despite her inability to cite any specific danger she feared.

She did not stop, however. She was simply too adamant in her purpose for that. This was no longer just a case of trying to protect Melinda. Now she wanted to teach Melinda a lesson for defying her.

Moreover, Heather felt that her mother had effectively put her in charge of her younger sibling. Heather did not like it, despite what Melinda may think. She actually loathed it. She hated acting like a babysitter three days out of every week. Yet she had the responsibility whether she liked it or not. If Melinda ultimately did screw herself up, Heather did not want to be the one to take the blame for it.

Heather crept up to the house and betrayed no visible reaction to the sight of the open door. Inside, she felt the barest of tremors, like someone looking at a scene and knowing there was something just a little out of place, but unable to identify it. The only manifestation was a slight pause when she reached down to lift the latch on the gate, a flicker of fear in her eyes, an anticipation of finding out more than she could have ever realized.

Jason found the bedroom to be arranged again as Melinda's ideal room. The bed was covered in Melinda's old stuffed toys, more so than he remembered seeing the other day. Before he could reflect on this, Melinda come along side him, pressing her body into his, sliding one arm around his waist.

"What do you want me to do for you, master?" Melinda said in a soft voice. Jason turned his head. Her other hand was between her legs, stroking herself slowly. "I'll do anything you want."

Jason could not think of a word to say, but his mind leapt ahead. Barely seconds later, Melinda lifted the hand that had been in her pussy and placed it over Jason's crotch. Jason uttered a desperate groan. She smiled and deftly undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. She slipped her small hand into his crotch and stroked the bulge of his penis through his briefs, the lingering moisture on her fingers wetting the cotton and making him feel more of her touch.

Jason was finding it harder to think straight. He tried to remember what Melinda had asked of him, of the limits she wanted.

Really, Jason, you need no limits.

But he did need them. He would not trust himself not to go too far otherwise.

If Melinda had noticed his moment of conflict, she did not show it. "If you lie down on my bed, I'll make you feel good," she purred, her voice a deep, seductive tone of a woman twice her age. "Here, let me make you more comfortable first."

Before Jason could react, she dropped down to her knees before him and started to help him out of his sneakers.

Jason bit his lip as he realized what was happening. She was acting out a fantasy of his. Somehow the house extracted it from him, and was forcing Melinda to act it out for him. It was too much for him to bear. He was not at all sure how he was going to remain faithful to his promise to her.

After putting his sneakers aside, she pulled his pants slowly down his legs, her eyes fixing on the stiff bulge under his briefs, a small wet stain near the head joining that made by Melinda's moisture. Her whole body tingled with excitement at his bidding.

Jason's breath grew short as Melinda reached up to pulls his briefs down. He tried to concentrate, to prevent himself from getting totally carried away. Melinda's eyes widened a touch as Jason's penis sprang out, her gaze never leaving it as she slid his briefs down his legs. She raised a hand, paused, and with a small intake of breath curled her fingers around his erect member.

Melinda felt a thrill pass through her, the real her, as she felt his cock under her delicate fingers. It felt harder than she had expected, yet at the same time, the skin more yielding. Slowly her fingers started to move, lightly stroking him, simply knowing that this would please him. When she heard him moan, it sent another ripple of excitement through her body.

Jason looked down. She was still kneeling before him, her head almost level with his cock. The urge rose from inside him, and he had to beat it back down.

Why not? the voice chided. It's what you want of her. It's what she would want to do if you desire it.

"No," Jason croaked.

Melinda lifted his cock slightly and pressed the pad of her thumb against the spot just behind the head, stroking it with quick flicks of her thumb. Jason trembled at the delightful sensation this produced. She looked at his cock and licked her lips.

It is for you to decide, not her.

"I'll lick it if you want me to," Melinda said. "I'll suck it."

"H-hands ... hands only," Jason said, forcing the words from his mouth. "That's ... that's what we agreed on, r-right?"

There was a long pause, a look of indecision on Melinda's face for a few moments, as if her mind were receiving conflicting orders. Finally, she smiled gently and stood up, her fingers still wrapped around him. "All right," she said softly. "But you'll still be more comfortable on the bed. You can play with my tits more that way if you want."

Jason nodded quickly and managed a smile. "Yes, I'd like that."

Heather did not truly feel uneasy until she stepped over the threshold and into the living room of the house. Now her heart began to beat harder in her chest, and her gaze flitted about the room nervously. She chafed her hands up and down her arms a few times, as if only now feeling a chill. When a floorboard creaked underfoot, she jumped. No matter which direction she turned, she felt an eerie presence with her in the room, as if always just behind her or off to the side, just out of the range of her perception.

She was about to call out to see if anyone was home when her foot brushed something soft on the floor.

She looked down and saw a crumpled shirt lying on the hardwood, near one end of the coffee table. Heather bent down to pick it up and spotted the bra as well. She lifted both quickly into the light, but she had already recognized them. Her anxiety mounted as she looked around her and saw the shorts as well, and the pink panties inside them.

She heard a faint noise and immediately leapt to her feet, dropping Melinda's clothing to the floor. She listened intently and heard it again, a low, soft moaning sound.

Her heart racing, Heather followed the sound. It led her through the dining room and to the base of the stairs. As she peered up the stairs, the moaning came to her more distinctly, and this time it was joined by another's.

Heather's hand tightened on the banister as she recognized Melinda's voice.

She debated with herself. She wanted to leave now. She did not want to know any more details of what was happening with her sister. Yet if she left now and confronted Melinda about it later, Melinda would grill Heather in return, find out that she never truly "saw" anything, and vociferously maintain her innocence to the very end.

No, she had to see it for herself. She had to have proof. Heather took a deep breath and started up the stairs.

Jason lay down amidst the trappings of Melinda's childhood, several stuffed toys falling to the floor despite taking care not to disturb them too much. Melinda crawled onto the bed after him, and paid no mind to the toys she bumped to the side.

She began to straddle him, as if she intended to actually have intercourse with him after all. It took all of Jason's willpower to push these thoughts from his mind as her hips hovered over his, her legs splayed wide around him, her pussy wet and vulnerable. When she reached down to grasp his cock, she turned it down and towards him, stroking steadily and firmly with her fingers. She did not attempt to lower herself onto it after all.

Jason greeting this with a mixture of relief and disappointment.

As she stroked him, she rocked her hips back and forth in a parody of intercourse. He had to avert his eyes from it to avoid further temptation. The way Melinda smiled at him at this point made it clear that she would have happily come down on him at the slightest clear thought from him on that score.

Fortunately, Melinda's skill was such that he was too distracted by his own intense pleasure to think of anything else. He knew that her ability was induced; there was simply no way she could be this skilled at only thirteen. It mattered little to him. He only knew that this was the first time a girl was touching him in a sexual manner, and he was reveling in the experience.

The fact that she was doing it because she was helpless to resist him was conveniently forgotten for the moment.

She moved with slow and deliberate movements to excite him but not drive him upwards too quickly. Not long after, her hips slowly dropped, her breathing growing increasingly husky and wanting. Despite Jason's best efforts, a small tendril of desire for her to go all the way with him remained, and it was starting to affect her.

Jason realized this as well, and knew he needed something else to distract him. His eyes fell on her tits, jiggling back and forth as she moved, and he stared at them raptly. Their petite size made them retain their wonderfully pert and round shape. The nipples were two tiny, hard knobs, enticing and perfect.

He reached up and squeezed her small mounds, molding the soft flesh in his fingers. Melinda moaned softly in response, closing her eyes. He pressed his thumbs to the nipples and teased them, moving with firm and quick strokes, the knowledge simply coming to him as if he had done it many times before. Melinda panted, leaning over into his touch and thrusting her ass into the air.

"You're making me so wet, Jason," she crooned. Her hand on his cock slowed. "I'll fuck you if you want. Just tell me, and I'll do it."

Jason forced himself to take a deep breath. "No, Melinda, not now. Not yet," he said.

"Please," Melinda begged. "Oh, please."

Jason swallowed. "No, Melinda," he said, even though every part of him wanted to scream "yes" instead.

She smiled faintly. "Okay."

She'll just beg all the more for it next time. You'll see.

Jason forced himself to take a deep breath, and pushed the voice's words from his mind.

Heather heard muffled voices in breathy conversation just she reached the top of the stairs. Not a moment later, she caught a small movement from the corner of her eye. She turned her head towards it, her eyes falling on the bedroom door. It was now open a crack, the sounds of moaning and soft movement coming much louder to her ears.

Heather crept as quietly and as close to the wall as possible while she approached the door. She leaned over slowly, peering into the slim crack of the open door until her gaze fell upon the bed inside.

Heather had to bite down on a knuckle to prevent herself from crying out in shock. Even then she drew in her breath in a sharp gasp they they would have surely heard had they not been distracted by their mutual lust.

From her angle, as low as Melinda's hips rode and the way they moved, Heather could only assume that they were indeed coupled, that she was actually fucking him. The one thing Melinda could have done that was the most risky, the most dangerous act she could do, and here she was doing it!

Heather's first instinct was to burst in on them at that moment and pull Melinda off him. She even raised her hand to prepare to push open the door.

No, you shouldn't do that.

Heather blinked and stepped back from the door as she realized she probably should not do that.

You have a better idea.

Heather paused, then nodded to herself as she realized she had a better idea.

What good was interrupting them? They've been fucking like this for days. Melinda will just deny it anyway. No, Heather needed more proof. Monday morning, she'll surprise them. She'll come early and catch them just as they start, and this time, she'll have her digital camera. A picture was worth a thousand words. Melinda will never be able to deny that, and Heather will have the pleasure of seeing her sister grounded for the next year.

Heather smiled to herself and slipped away from the door and out of the house.

Jason soon got to the point where the build-up was too much, and he willed her to make him cum. Melinda stroked him faster, her hips dropping until her sodden cunt almost touched his body. Her own breath grew short as Jason moaned louder with each passing second.

Finally, Jason tensed, fingers curling into the sheets, his cock straining in the final moments. Seconds later, he spurted his seed in rope-like streams as he crested over into orgasm, his cock throbbing hard in her fingers.

"Uhhn! ... Uhhh! ..." Jason cried, gasping as his seed splashed over his abdomen, his hips jerking. He briefly pressed his pubis against hers, sending a small shock wave of pleasure through Melinda's body and driving her own still unsatisfied arousal to a fever pitch.

By the time Jason's climax was spent, so was he. He lay still on the bed, his breathing ragged. "Oh my God," he said softly. "That was fantastic, Melinda. Melinda?"

He felt the bed jostled suddenly, and heard a loud, distressed moan to his side. As he looked up, Melinda's leg suddenly draped partially over his as she spread her thighs. She dipped her hand into her still swollen pussy and masturbated frantically, her head tilted back and her mouth open. Even as his control slipped away, and her will was her own again, she was far to excited to contain herself. She needed relief desperately.

For a moment, Jason just blinked in incomprehension. She arched her back, hips rising into her hand, fingers moving back and forth as fast as she could. She strained as he had just a minute before, a high-pitched whimper issuing from her. Seconds later, she came, uttering short, staccato gasps as her cunt convulsed under her fingers. She throbbed hard, but not for very long, her lust expending itself quickly.

She fell limp as well, nearly falling from the bed, one leg off the side and a foot on the floor to steady her.

Jason tried to move over, looking around for something with which to clean himself, only to find the tissues were sitting on a table on Melinda's side of the bed. He didn't feel right trying either to stretch across her or ask her yet for them.

"Oh my God," Melinda moaned, placing a shaking hand to her forehead.

"Are you all right?" Jason asked earnestly.

"I-I think so," she replied in a weak voice. "That ... that was a little creepy, Jason."

"I'm sorry," Jason said in a small voice.

"Shit, did I say all those things? Did I really want to ... oh my God ..."

"I didn't let you," Jason said quickly. "I promised you I wouldn't do all that and I kept it."

"But you wanted to, didn't you?"

"Melinda, you want me to tell you I didn't? I can't. Yeah, I wanted to. But I didn't. That's what counts, isn't it?"

Melinda looked dazed for a few more moments, her mind still coming to grips with what had happened. She could actually remember everything she did and felt, and knew it had not come from herself. "I actually called you master," she muttered, shuddering. "Holy shit."

"I don't remember wanting you to do that. I really don't, I swear."

Melinda nodded absently. "It's all right."

Jason sighed. "Maybe this thing is too powerful, Melinda. Maybe you were right and we shouldn't do this anymore."

Melinda suddenly sat up, staring at Jason. "What?!" she demanded, a trace of indignation in her voice. "You want to stop??"

"Well, don't you?"

She made a face. "After you just had me as your little slave? Without giving me my chance at it? No way, Jason!"

Jason just stared at her.

Melinda smirked. "You had your fun with me. I want my fun with you. That's only fair."

"But I almost ... you almost ..." Jason sputtered.

"Yeah, but you didn't, okay? And I didn't either. And ... well ... it was creepy, yeah, but ... but it wasn't like I didn't enjoy some parts of it."

"What did you enjoy?"

Melinda's cheeks colored and she smiled slightly. "I did enjoy touching you, Jason," she said in a softer voice. Her eyes briefly flicked down to his body, her blush deepening. "And seeing you cum."

Jason's cheeks colored as well, but the smile he gave her was genuine. "Melinda, you really were great at that," he said softly.

Melinda giggled. "I don't know how I did it. I just ... I just knew what to do. It was really weird."

"Well, I just want to make sure I didn't hurt you or ... "

"Look, it's okay. I'm okay. You didn't hurt me. It really wasn't all that bad, other than really needing, uh, relief at the end."

Jason managed a chuckle. "Yeah, I noticed."

"And ... I did like some of the things you did, too," she said, her hand alighting on one of her breasts for a brief moment, a small smile on her lips.

Jason grinned in return.

"So let's come back here at nine Monday."

"Monday? Why not tomorrow?"

Melinda rolled her eyes. "Because Mom drags us to stupid church every Sunday morning, that's why."

"Oh."

Melinda glanced down at Jason again and wrinkled her nose at the drying mess on his abdomen and now flaccid cock. She reached behind her and grabbed the box of tissues, plunking them down on Jason's chest. "Here, you need this."

"Er, um, thanks," Jason said sheepishly, taking the box in his hand.

Melinda got out of bed and looked around, finally clicking her tongue after a few seconds. "We left my clothes downstairs, didn't we?"

"Oh, yeah, we did."

"Okay. I'll just get dressed and head out. I'll see you Monday." She grinned. "Don't you dare chicken out, either! I don't want to hear that you were afraid the aliens were going to experiment on you or something."

Jason flashed her a weak smile as she left.

A thoughtful look came over his face. Maybe the voice was right after all. Melinda wasn't the least bit harmed by it, and she even admitted to enjoying it. So long as he submitted to her and they kept taking turns fairly like this, it wouldn't be so bad.

And maybe eventually she'll let him do all the other things he wanted to do with her.

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