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Wandering Minds
by MWTB
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Synopsis: What would you do if you suddenly discovered that you could
ride along in people's minds, see what they saw, feel what they felt,
experience what they experienced? Two teenagers find out.
Codes: MF FF 1st teen coll cons mc D/S Mdom Fdom span lght anal mastrb
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Chapter 1
Authors note: The characters in this story do not always practice safe
sex. That's because they are aware of the fact that this is a fantasy!
They cannot get sick and they cannot die. You, however, can. So don't
use them as an example. Practice safe sex!
Seth and Sarah Marten were twins. While they were obviously fraternal,
being brother and sister, they often seemed closer than identical
twins. Even though their parents didn't try to make them partake in the
same activities, they usually chose to participate in the same
activities themselves. Their mannerisms were frighteningly similar, and
they often seemed to have the eerie ability to complete one another's
sentences. They shared a bedroom, by choice, until they were nine. When
their parents decided that they were too old to continue sleeping in the
same room, it took almost a year before they stopped slipping into each
other's rooms at night.
The two of them were inseparable, and they often seemed to know
mystically what the other was thinking. However, other than being
extraordinarily close, they were normal children. Until they were
sixteen, that is. At sixteen, Sarah started having when Sarah started
having the "dreams".
One night the two of them were sitting in front of the television,
watching a repeat of the previous evening's Daily Show.
"I've seen this before," Sarah said.
Seth glanced up and asked, "When? Did you stay up last night?"
"No," Sarah replied.
"But this was new last night, when could you have seen it?" Seth asked.
"In my dreams," Sarah answered.
"Right," said Seth with a grin. "It's probably just deja-vu. You just
think you've seen it before because it's like something else you've
seen."
"Oh yeah? Well the next piece is an interview with a gun nut," she
declared. Sure enough, it was.
"Maybe you were sleepwalking last night," Seth suggested. "Or maybe Mom
had the TV turned up loud and you heard it?"
"I don't think so," Sarah said. "I remember sitting right here on the
couch, watching it. I even remember glancing over at the clock and
seeing that it was a quarter past eleven."
"Maybe you walked down here in your sleep?" Seth mused.
"If I did, Mom probably would have told me," Sarah reasoned. "She was
watching it. And..." her voice trailed off.
"What?" Seth prompted.
"You're going to think I'm crazy," Sarah complained.
"I already think you're crazy, Sar," he said with a grin. When she
didn't grin back, Seth realized that she was very nervous.
"It was like I was Mom," Sarah said. "I can't explain it; it felt like
I actually was her, sitting on this couch, watching TV. I could see my
- I mean Mom's feet on the foot stool in front of me. I could feel what
Mom was feeling until she turned off the TV and went up to sleep."
"What happened then?" Seth asked.
"I sort of woke up, and I was me again. Then I fell back asleep."
Someone else might have thought she was imagining things or making it
up, but Seth knew his sister better than anyone, and he could tell when
she was serious. Seth knew that Sarah was serious now, so he took her
seriously.
"Has this ever happened before?" he inquired.
"A few times," Sarah replied.
"Was it always Mom?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Try and pay attention to everything next time, and keep a pad by your
bed to write it all down. Record every detail that you can remember as
soon as you wake up," Seth suggested.
"That's a good idea," Sarah observed. Then hesitantly, she continued,
"Thanks for not thinking I'm crazy."
"I am still reserving judgment on that," Seth joked pompously, and
Sarah whacked him with a pillow.
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Early the next morning, Seth knocked on Sarah's door. When he walked
in, she was sitting on her bed under the covers, her back pressed
against the wall, her knees pulled up to her chest. He went over to sit
next to her, noticing the pad next to her bed. He had started reaching
for the pad when she lunged and grabbed it before he could take it.
"What happened?" Seth asked.
Sarah just looked at him with an even more embarrassed expression on
her face than she'd previously had.
"It happened again, didn't it?" Seth asked.
Sarah nodded.
"Why are you so embarrassed?" Seth asked. "You know that no matter what
happens, I won't make fun of you."
"It's not me," Sarah replied. "It's... It's. Oh, damn it!"
"Take your time," Seth said.
Sarah took a deep breath, then said, "OK, so it happened the same way.
I was sitting downstairs watching TV, except I was Mom. I tried to move
my head to look around, but I couldn't do it. It was like I was just
riding along inside Mom's head. Since I had no control, I did like you
said and started paying attention to what was around me.
"First I looked at what I could see with Mom's eyes, and I saw that she
was watching TV again. It's a funny feeling, watching with someone
else's eyes, because she was watching, but also glancing around the
room every now and then. After a little bit, I started trying to
separate out my own senses as distinct from hers."
She paused and took a breath, glancing over at her brother.
"Go on," he told her.
"You still don't think I'm going crazy?" she whined.
"No, I don't," he reassured her. "Just tell me what happened."
"OK. I realized that I could hear the TV, and see it, but only when Mom
looked in that direction. I noticed that I could also feel. I felt my
legs folded under my ass, the ceiling fan blowing on my hair. But it
was completely weird, because it wasn't my hair; it felt different than
it does when I'm sitting in that same place."
Another nervous glance at her brother, another deep breathe. Then Sarah
pushed ahead. "Then I noticed something else. I started 'hearing'
something besides the sounds in the room. I started hearing what seemed
to be Mom's thoughts."
"What was she thinking?" Seth asked.
"Well, during the show, it was about what was happening on the show.
When there was something funny, I felt her amusement. During the
commercial, she started thinking about the shopping that she needed to
do tomorrow. But it was a little confusing, because her thoughts kept
flitting all over the place."
"That sort of makes sense," Seth mused. "When you are just sitting
thinking, not concentrating on something, don't your thoughts wander
too?"
Sarah nodded.
"I guess it's more confusing when you're not controlling the direction
of the thought, right?"
Sarah nodded again. "It was confusing. Like I was walking somewhere,
but without knowing when my body would turn."
"What was it like, hearing her thoughts? Was it like hearing something
normally, or like a narrator in a movie?" Seth inquired.
"Neither, really. Or both. It's really more like the way that I
experience my own thoughts, though I had no control over the direction
the thoughts took. It was sort of like ideas just formed out of the
blue. I guess it was more confusing even than that because sometimes it
was only partial ideas. Sometimes, her thoughts seemed to refer to
things that I didn't understand. Like something that she knew, but I
didn't."
"Then what happened?" Seth prompted.
Sarah blushed, but continued. "When the show was over, Mom stretched
and turned off the TV. She sat there for a minute thinking about the
things she needed to do tomorrow. Today. Then she looked up towards the
stairs, and she started thinking about something else."
"What was she thinking about?" Seth asked.
"About Dad," Sarah replied nervously.
"What about him?" Seth pressed.
"About what he was doing," she answered reluctantly. "About what she
wanted to do with him."
"Do with him?" Seth questioned.
"She wanted to have sex with him," Sarah whispered.
"Really?" Seth asked in surprise.
Sarah nodded. "Seth, she got horny."
"Really?!" Seth exclaimed.
"I could feel it, almost like when I get horny." She looked very
embarrassed, but continued nonetheless. "I felt her thinking dirty
thoughts. I felt her nipples tingling. I felt her... pussy getting
wet."
"Wow!" Seth exclaimed. He thought for a minute, then got a lascivious
look on his face and asked, "What dirty thoughts?"
"Perv!" Sarah exclaimed. Then, with her eyes down, she said, "She was
thinking of going upstairs, getting naked, and waking Dad up with a
blowjob." She looked up, intently, at her brother. "Seth, I've never
given anyone a blowjob, but I could remember the feel of a cock in my
mouth. The taste of someone cumming on my tongue! The feel of the cum
running down my throat! She was thinking of it, and I was feeling it"
"Wow!" Seth repeated, this time in a whisper.
They were both silent for a minute, then Seth asked, "So Mom swallows?"
"Seth!" Sarah shrieked.
"Sorry," he said apologetically. "Go on."
Sarah gave him a dirty look, but continued. "She got up and went
upstairs. She went into the bedroom and I saw Dad lying on the bed, a
book on his chest, and he was asleep. Mom went to the bathroom, and she
stopped in front of the mirror. It was the weirdest thing! I was looking
into the mirror, but Mom was looking back at me! She ran her fingers
through her hair, then brushed her teeth. Then she got undressed."
"Did you see what she looked like?" Seth asked eagerly.
"Yes, but I'm not going to tell you, you perv!" Sarah said with a
rueful smile.
"Damn," Seth complained. It was said in jest, but there was some truth
behind it. Theresa Marten was a good looking woman, tall with curly
blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She stood about 5' 7" and had large
'C' cup breasts which, despite having nursed a hungry set of twins,
barely drooped at all. The children had been born when she was 21, and
at 37 she was still a hot looking lady.
Her children favored their father. Randy Marten was also heading into
middle aged gracefully, if perhaps not quite so gracefully as his wife.
Luckily for him, as men aged they were held to a somewhat different
standard than women. His brown hair had darkened, and at 43 was just
starting to streak with gray. His body which had been hard and toned
earlier in life had softened a bit with more good food and less time
for exercise. Nevertheless, at 6' 2", his handsome angular face with
its piercing brown eyes and his broad shoulders atop a body that
compared very favorably with similarly aged men caused him to get many
appraising looks and the occasional flirtatious offer from the women he
met.
As their father had in his younger days, the children had dirty brown
hair, Sarah's falling straight and silky half way down her back while
Seth's was cut fairly close. Both had gray eyes and a slightly darker
complexion than their mother. Sarah's breasts, while not nearly as big
as her mother's, were clearly heading in that direction. Seth's body
was just past that awkward gangly phase. He had filled out, and
exercising had strengthened him and broadened his shoulders, making him
look very similar to pictures of his father at that age. Seth was
reasonably cute, and he had an honest smile that made people
instinctively like him.
"Then what happened?" Seth prodded.
Sarah looked even more embarrassed. "She walked to the bedroom and
knelt on the bed between Dad's knees. Then she reached up and started
pulling down his pants."
"Then?" Seth asked, annoyed at the pause.
"Then I woke up," Sarah said.
"You didn't see what she did?" Seth asked, disappointed.
"No. I just woke up and sat up quickly. Then I grabbed my pad and wrote
down everything that I could remember. You were right; it helped me to
remember the details better this morning. But when I was finished
writing everything down, I went out and stood near Mom and Dad's room,
and guess what?"
"What?" Seth asked.
"I heard Dad moaning!" Sarah continued. "I heard him say, 'Yeah, like
that!' Then he said, 'Come here', and I heard some movement, then Mom
started groaning."
Sarah paused, and a frustrated Seth demanded, "Then?"
"Then I came back to bed!" Sarah said.
"Girls!" Seth exclaimed in disbelief.
"I was not going to be a Peeping Tom!" Sarah said emphatically. Then
she demurred quietly, "Well, at least not anymore than I already was."
They both sat in thought for a few moments before Sarah asked, "What do
you think is happening? Am I going crazy? Do you think that I was really
in Mom's head? How is that possible?"
Seth thought about it for a little bit. "I don't know," he said
honestly a little while later. "You could have been only dreaming.
Maybe you heard some noise from their room and that made your dream
shift to sex. But it really seems too detailed for just a dream,
especially considering that you've had this experience before."
He had lapsed back into thought when they heard their mother call up
from downstairs, "Are you guys ready for breakfast? You have to leave
in a few minutes!"
"I'll think about it today, and we'll talk about it after school, OK?"
Seth said.
"Thanks! I knew I could count on you!" Sarah cooed, wrapping her arms
around her brother's shoulders and kissing him on the cheek. Seth
squeezed back, then got up and went to his own room to get ready for
school.
When the kids were downstairs grabbing a quick breakfast, both of them
looked at their mother a little differently than they had the day
before.
"What?" their mother asked.
"Huh?" Seth grunted questioningly.
"You both keep looking at me like I've grown another head," their
mother said. "What's going on?"
Just as the twins knew each other, their mother had an uncanny ability
to read them as well. The siblings looked at each other guiltily. They
knew what the other was thinking. Neither had really thought of their
parents as sexual creatures, and now that had changed. Both were
thinking about their mother sucking off their dad.
"Um, it's really nothing," Sarah said.
"Riiiight," drawled their mom, disbelievingly. "OK, you don't want to
tell me, fine. Just remember that you can always talk to me about
anything. Anything at all."
"OK, mom," Seth mumbled, shoving his muffin into his mouth to avoid
saying anything more.
When his mother kissed him on the cheek as he left the house, Seth
couldn't help thinking of her kissing something else on his father.
"Stop thinking about it," Sarah said, pushing Seth lightly.
"It's your fault!" he replied.
"Well, shape up or she'll figure it out!" Sarah said.
"Figure it out?" Seth asked incredulously. "She's going to figure out
that you are in her mind when she's having sex?"
"I wasn't there when she had sex!" Sarah countered. "And I just mean
that she'll know something is up and she won't leave us alone!"
"You're right," he agreed. They continued to school quietly, each lost
in their own thoughts.
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Chapter 2
After school, the siblings were once again sitting in front of the
television, doing their homework. When their mother said she had to run
to the store, they took the opportunity to continue their private
discussion.
"I think I have an idea," Seth told his sister.
"What?" Sarah asked eagerly.
"What if we set up a concealed video camera in here, pointed so that we
can see the couch and the door. Then tomorrow, you can tell me what you
saw and heard, and we can compare it to what we recorded. I'll be able
to tell if you are sleepwalking, or if you really see everything
through Mom's eyes."
"Do you really think that I'm sleepwalking?" Sarah asked
self-consciously.
"Well, I don't know, but you have to admit that it's a more logical
explanation than your being inside Mom's head, don't you? After all,
the simplest explanation is usually the correct one," Seth observed
reasonably.
"I guess," Sarah acknowledged dispiritedly.
With that, they set up the video camera near the TV with the longest
running tape they could find, and camouflaged it on a conveniently
placed shelf. It was set on the slowest speed and they turned it on
right before bedtime, while their Mom was in the kitchen.
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The whole family was at the dinner table eating their lasagna when the
kid's mother asked, "Are you ready to talk about it yet?"
"Talk about what?" Randy asked.
"I don't know," Theresa replied. "The monsters have been acting weirdly
all day, and they keep looking at us when they think we can't see. I
don't know what they're up to."
"OK, spill guys," Randy demanded of his children.
"Look, it's just some private things that we were talking about," Seth
said.
"And?" his mother prompted.
Seth looked at Sarah, who said, "Fine! If you must know, I had to get
up to get a drink last night and I heard something from your room. When
I went to investigate, I heard you guys having sex! I told Seth, and
that's why we were acting so weird around you, and why we didn't want
to say anything! It's no big deal, and we'll be back to normal
shortly!"
"Oh," her mother said, blushing.
Randy took a deep breath and looked ruefully at his wife. "OK kids, I
know that we had the bird and the bees talk quite a while ago, and we
haven't really pushed you, but you do know that it's normal for married
people to have sex, right?"
"Dad!" Sarah shrieked. "Of course we know that!"
"Well now that you are older, and you realize that we like sex and have
sex, is there anything else that you want to know about it?"
"Do you mean like technique?" Seth riposted with an embarrassed but
mischievous grin.
"Seth!" Theresa shrieked, sounding remarkably similar to her daughter's
last exclamation.
Randy just chuckled and said, "I think we'll let you discover that on
your own. No, we haven't pried into whether you are sexually active or
not, but we want you to know that you could come to us with any
questions that you have about it, whether its questions about the
opposite sex, or if you need protection, or actually, even if you do
have questions about technique. We may be old, but we still have some
good moves left."
"Randy!" Theresa shrieked again, but her husband just laughed.
"Ummmm," Sarah stammered.
"Yes baby?" her father asked.
"God, this is embarrassing, but... can I go on the pill?" she asked,
looking at her mother pleadingly.
Sarah's parents looked at each other, and Randy sighed. "Yes, dear,"
Theresa said. "I'll make an appointment for you and I'll take you down.
Just remember to use condoms until they take effect, and they don't
protect against diseases."
"I'm not doing anything yet," she said quietly.
"Well, it's a good thing that you are thinking ahead," Randy said.
After the kids went up to bed, their parents looked at each other
helplessly. "Well, that was actually less painful than I expected,"
Randy said.
"Speak for yourself!" Theresa replied. "My baby is going on the pill!"
"Honey, they're sixteen," Randy said. "In today's world, do you know
how amazing it is that she's still a virgin? Especially with her looks
and body?"
"Don't be looking at her body!" Theresa said jokingly.
Randy wrapped his arms around his wife and said, "Why not? She looks so
much like you when I met you. It makes me want you so much."
"She looks like you, not me!" Theresa disagreed.
"I can see you clearly in her," Randy countered. "At least enough to
remind me of what a wild girl you were when we met."
"Well, you weren't exactly a priest yourself!" Theresa said with a
laugh.
Randy snuggled into her neck and said, "Want to go to bed early?"
"Mmmmm," Theresa purred. Then she pulled back and said, "But what if
they hear us again?"
"Then they'll really realize how hot-blooded their sexy mother is,"
Randy replied. He looked at his wife right in her eyes and said, "If
this makes you hold back from your pleasure one bit, I will take you
over my lap and spank you until I am sure that they hear the shrieks.
Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," Theresa said giggling, then she took off for her bedroom.
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Seth was settling into bed when his sister knocked on the door. When
she came in, he asked, "What's up."
"I was thinking about what you said, and I'm worried that I may be
sleepwalking. Can I sleep with you?"
Seth was taken aback. When their parents had forced them to sleep in
separate bedrooms, the twins had refused and they continued to sleep
together by slipping into each other's rooms. However, they had not
done it in a few years. Seth looked thoughtfully at his sister, dressed
in a long tee shirt and, presumably, panties, her perky breasts pushing
out the front of her shirt. Seth reflected on how much Sarah had grown
in the last few years, and what a stone cold fox she had become. From
her long, straight brown hair to her far too visible breasts down her
flat stomach and ending with her perfectly formed legs, she was far
over her gangly phase.
Seth thought about the looks that his friends had been giving his
sister when they thought that he wasn't looking, and he realized that
if she weren't his sister, he would be doing everything he could to get
between her all too uncovered legs.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Seth asked. "You know Mom would have
a cow if she found you in here."
Sarah thought about Seth's question, and she knew that he was not just
asking out of concern for their mother. Sarah was not unaware of the
way that she affected boys. She had not let any of them act on their
desires because she had not yet found one that she thought was worth
it, but she still knew what happened to boys when she was around.
Seth had seemed immune to it, but judging by the way he had looked her
up and down, that was no longer the case. To be fair, however, Seth was
not exactly Quasimodo either. While he was closer to his awful pubescent
change, he had filled out within the last year, his face was completely
cleared, and he carried himself with a confidence that made a number of
her girlfriends cream themselves, as they had clearly informed her when
trying to get her to set them up on a date.
Seth, however, like Sarah, had not found any girl that he felt was
worth spending quality time with. What neither of them realized was
that the example that they set for each other had raised their
expectations to a point that the typical high school kid just could not
reach. They had unknowingly doomed each other to a sex-free high school
experience.
"You know she never comes into our rooms," Sarah reassured him. Their
mother had long ago made their rooms their responsibility. She stayed
out of their space except for every other Saturday, when she came in to
make sure that each room was clean and neat.
"Still... Still..." Seth hesitated.
"Stop being silly," Sarah said, lifting the covers and getting in.
Seth yipped as his body was exposed, showing Sarah that he slept
dressed only in a pair of gym shorts. Sarah put her pad and pen next to
the bed and shut off the light. They jockeyed a little for comfortable
positions before Sarah rested her head on Seth's shoulder.
They rested quietly for a few minutes before Sarah said, "Remember how
we always used to do this?"
Seth nodded in the dark.
"I miss it," Sarah said.
"I miss it too, but we're older now," Seth told her.
"I know that, and now we're even older," Sarah said. "And now we're
even older than that. So what?"
"You know very well, what," Seth said. "We weren't as... physically
mature back then."
"So we're bigger. I still miss it," Sarah continued obtusely.
"Will you miss it in the morning when I wake up with my hard on
pressing into you?" Seth responded in exasperation.
Sarah giggled and said, "Will you really do that?"
"I can't help it," Seth protested. "I always wake up like that, but
when I'm alone it's not a big deal."
Sarah turned and pressed her body against her brother, snuggling up to
him.
"And you lying there with your tits pressed against me won't help!"
Seth exclaimed.
"But I'm your sister!" Sarah protested.
"Again, so what?" Seth asked. "Do you think my body cares that the sexy
girl pressed against me is my sister? All it knows is there is a
scantily covered woman pressing into me!"
Sarah was quiet for a moment before she quietly asked, "Do you really
think that I'm a sexy woman?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Seth said. "You know I do, and so does every boy
in the school. Don't play dumb with me."
"OK, so I know it, but a girl likes hearing things like that every now
and then," Sarah said teasingly.
"Well you are, and you're making it difficult for me to go to sleep,
and you also need to be asleep before Mom if you're going to see if it
happens again."
"OK," Sarah said, and she ceased teasing her brother.
With her head on his chest, listening to his quiet breathing, Sarah was
soon asleep. After adjusting himself in his shorts, Seth soon followed
her example.
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"Wake up, Seth," Sarah said, shaking her brother a little. She reached
over and grabbed her pad, turning the bedside light on and furiously
jotting down her thoughts.
"What happened tonight?" Seth asked.
"Nothing much," Sarah replied. "Mom was in her nightgown already and
her body felt all... tingly."
"Tingly?" Seth questioned.
"Yeah," Sarah replied. "I think that Mom and Dad may have had sex
before."
"I guess our sex talk got them worked up," Seth said.
"Well, she stayed up for a while, then went up to her room, got ready
for bed, and went to sleep. The weirdest part was being her when she
went to the bathroom."
"What was so weird?" Seth asked.
"It's a very private thing," Sarah explained.
"And giving Dad a blowjob isn't?" Seth teased.
"I wasn't there when she did that!" Sarah protested. "Did you feel me
leave the bed tonight?"
"I don't think so," Seth replied.
"But you were asleep, so you might have missed it," Sarah said. "You
didn't wake up when I got up after my 'dream'."
"Sorry," Seth said. "We'll have to figure something else out for next
time."
Exhaling sharply, Sarah put her pad down and shut the light off again,
getting back under the covers. "You're not going to dream again
tonight," Seth said. "Shouldn't you go back to your bed?"
"I like it here," Sarah replied resting her head on Seth again. "Now go
to sleep."
Seth sighed, but did as he was told.
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The twins first thought about checking the tape out in the morning, but
decided that they should wait until they had time after they got home.
Sarah sat through school trying to decide what to do if the tape didn't
show her sleepwalking, and could not reach any conclusion.
Both siblings hurried home after school. "Get your pad so that we can
compare what happened last night with what we see on the video," Seth
instructed as he rewound the tape. While Sarah complied, he
fast-forwarded until their mother came into the picture. He paused it
until Sarah was finished writing.
When Sarah was done, he picked up the papers and read it. Sarah had
paid attention to her dream, and she had a pretty detailed list of
items, from what was on TV to the times that their mother moved around
the room. Seth pressed play, and they watched the events unfold almost
exactly as Sarah had described.
"Freaky," Seth said quietly.
"I didn't see myself in the room at all," Sarah said.
"Neither did I," Seth agreed. "I guess it's possible you were just out
of the frame. But even if you were, I think you wouldn't have been able
to describe what was going on in the room as well as you did. Plus, Mom
would have noticed you and said something."
"Still, tonight we need to make sure that I don't go wandering away,"
Sarah said.
Seth nodded absentmindedly as he considered the situation. "I think
that we have to assume that somehow you get into Mom's head when you
sleep."
"Like ESP?" Sarah conjectured.
"Something like that," Seth agreed. "I can't think of what else it
could be. I wonder if it's only Mom, or will it happen with anyone?"
"It hasn't happened with anyone else yet," Sarah noted.
"But so far you've only been at home, and Mom is the only one that's up
that late," Seth countered. "Maybe if Mom weren't around, you'd do it
with someone else?"
"Maybe," Sarah agreed. "Should I go to Jill's house for a sleep-over
and see what happens there?"
"Possibly, but we should make sure that you're not sleepwalking before
you do that," Seth replied.
"OK, I'll stay here tonight. Tomorrow's Friday, so I'll spend that
night at Jill's," Sarah decided.
"OK," Seth said. "I'll think about this more, but I need to do some
actual homework now."
"Me too," Sarah agreed, and they both buried their noses back in their
homework.
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Chapter 3
That night, Sarah once again slipped into Seth's room.
"What's in the bag?" Seth asked.
"Ropes," Sarah replied evenly.
"Ropes? What for?" Seth inquired curiously.
"To tie me down to the bed," Sarah answered matter-of-factly.
"Whoa! Why do I need to tie you down to the bed?" Seth asked
incredulously. "I'll just sit up and watch you, and that way we'll
know."
"No, you shouldn't stay up," Sarah reasoned. "If you stay up half the
night, you'll be dead in school tomorrow. Plus, what if you fall
asleep? Just tie me down, then we'll know that I didn't get up."
"Do you really expect me to sleep in the bed with a girl that is tied
down?" Seth asked.
"Don't be silly," Sarah exclaimed, throwing the bag to her twin. She
lay down on the bed and raised her hands above her head. "Now tie me
down!"
Seth sighed, but did as she ordered. He took one of her wrists in his
hand and wrapped it around three times, being careful to leave a
fingerbreadth of space underneath it, then pulled the rope under, tying
a square know on top. He took another piece and did the same to her
other wrist.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" she asked with a smirk.
"Shut up!" he exclaimed. "I just like ropes and knots."
"Mmmmm," was her reply.
He sung each of the ropes around the bars in the headboard and tied
them off, stretching her harms well above her head
"Good enough?" he asked.
Sarah tugged at the ropes, unable to get out. "Now my legs," she
demanded.
"I think that if you manage to get out of the ropes around your wrists,
we'll at least be able to tell," Seth observed thoughtfully.
"Are you sure?" Sarah queried, looking slightly disappointed.
"I'm sure," Seth answered. "Though if you want me to tie you down just
because you like being tied down, I'd be happy to."
Sarah blushed and stammered quietly, "N-no, it's not necessary." While
it wasn't necessary, and she wouldn't admit it even to her twin, the
thought of being tied down was not an unpleasant one. She sort of
wanted to demand that her feet be tied as well, but she didn't want to
push it, at least not the first time. Plus, she now realized that if
her legs were spread like that, Seth would be able to clearly see the
rapidly forming wet spot on her panties.
Having finished, Seth looked her over. She was lying on top of the
covers, her hands extended over her head, in a posture which pushed her
chest out. He noticed her erect nipples through her shirt. Her wiggling
had caused her tee shirt to ride up a little, exposing her blue
panties.
"You know," Seth said thoughtfully, "you are completely at my mercy. I
can do anything I want to you."
"No you can't!" Sarah exclaimed.
"Sure I can," Seth replied. "Watch!"
He walked up to her, and she squirmed trying to get away. He reached
around her sides and started tickling her.
"No, stop! Please! Stop!" Sarah shrieked in a stage whisper, trying not
to alert their parents.
"See?" Seth asked, ceasing his attack.
"OK, you can do anything, but don't!" Sarah pleaded. After making the
request, however, Sarah wasn't sure if she should have. The tickling
was annoying, but the thought of not being able to do anything about
it? That was far from annoying.
"If my friends knew that I was in this situation, with a beautiful,
sexy girl tied helpless in my bed, unable to stop any advances, and I
didn't take advantage of it... Sheesh!"
Seth sat down near the bed, and glanced boldly between Sarah's legs.
Her shirt had ridden up more during their little tussle, completely
exposing her panties. He could see a couple of wisps of brown hair
peaking out of the edges, and a slightly darker blue spot in the
middle. Sarah saw where he was looking and she gazed down, realizing
that she was exposed.
"Please fix my shirt?" she asked her brother, realizing that her fear
of exposure was in fact being realized.
"OK," Seth said, walking over to her again. "Lift up your ass."
Sarah did as requested, but instead of pulling down her shirt, Seth
pushed it up to bunch under her breasts, exposing her panties and her
flat stomach.
"Hey, I meant pull it down!" Sarah complained.
"If I have to be here with you tied to my bed, I'm going to take some
enjoyment out of it!" Seth teased. He dimmed the light down to just a
soft glow and said, "Now go to sleep!"
"Aren't you coming?" she asked.
"It'll take more than a glimpse of panties, though not much more," Seth
muttered to himself.
"What?" Sarah asked.
"Sorry, just talking to myself," Seth explained, sitting in a chair by
the side of the bed. "I'm just going to sit up for a while to see if
anything happens soon. If it gets too late, I'll come to bed."
"OK," she replied, lapsing into silence. She squirmed around a little
more, trying to avoid looking at her brother, and about 20 minutes
later she was asleep.
Seth looked over at his twin sister's sleeping body, taking stock. The
real reason that he didn't get into bed with her was because she
excited him too much, particularly tied up this way. She was quite
beautiful, and looked completely innocent lying there asleep. Her
breasts were full and perky, and they pushed her shirt up. Her stomach
was flat and toned, the result of her athletic bent. Her legs had
separated slightly in her sleep, and he couldn't help but look between
them. He shook his head to purge his thoughts, telling himself that
this was his sister!
Seth stood up and changed into his sleeping shorts, but one look down
made him realize that they were not appropriate, considering the
obscene distance his shorts were tenting out. One last glance at his
sister, and he made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. He did
his darndest not to think of his sister while he was whacking off, but
images of the bound angelic teenager kept popping obsessively into his
head.
As he sat back into the chair next to the bed, with his shorts now
correctly fitted and his brain somewhat calmer, he picked up a book and
read until he saw that it was about 11:30, the time that his mother
usually went to bed. Seth had been peering over at Sarah quite often,
trying to discern what was going on in her head. Was she dreaming? Was
her mind in their mother's head?
Seth got up and sneaked out the room, peeking into the family room
where his mother was watching TV. She seemed to be watching some
soft-core detective movie, typical Skin-e-max. He shook his head,
surprised that his mother would be watching the kind of fare usually
favored by boys his own age and horny middle-aged men - well actually,
horny men of all ages - and he returned to his bedroom and picked up
his book again.
A few minutes later, he glanced over at Sarah again as she groaned
quietly. He put his book down as he realized that her breathing had
increased and her eyes were moving rapidly under her eyelids. As her
breathing quickened even further, her hips started wriggling, and he
noticed that her nipples were hard points under her shirt.
Seth sat back, and he could swear that Sarah was getting sexually
excited. A quick gander between her legs and he noticed a growing patch
of her panties that was darker than the rest. She was getting wet! She
must be having one hell of a dream.
He watched as she slowly worked her way up for another ten minutes,
then she gasped and arched her back. When she collapsed down on the
bed, her panties were far wetter. Her breathing gradually slowed and
she calmed down. Seth debated whether he should wake her, but he
decided to keep watching. About fifteen minutes later she stirred
again, and her eyes fluttered open.
"Did I get up?" she asked.
"Um, no. You didn't get up," Seth told her. "What happened, did you
'dream' with Mom again?"
She nodded.
"Tell me what happened!" Seth demanded.
Sarah glanced down at herself, debating whether she should ask or not,
but finally, regretfully, she said, "Untie me first."
Seth did as requested, somewhat disappointedly, and Sarah sat up
against the headboard, rubbing her wrists. "Next time we'll need to
find something softer than this rope," she observed.
"Next time?" Seth asked with an arched eyebrow.
Sarah slapped at him playfully, and Seth said, "Tell me."
"Well, Mom watched the Daily Show for a while, then switched over to a
movie, some sort of detective story that had already started," Sarah
began.
Seth's mouth dropped open, and Sarah noticed. "What?" she asked.
"I snuck downstairs earlier as you slept, and I saw that Mom was
watching one of those movies!" he said. "Damn, you really can do it!"
"Oh my god!" Sarah gasped. She hadn't been sure if she was going crazy,
and this proved that she wasn't certifiable.
"What happened after that?" Seth prompted.
Sarah blushed. She ducked her head down so that she wouldn't be looking
Seth in the eye and muttered, "She masturbated."
"What?" Seth asked in surprise.
Sarah looked up and said, "She stuck her hand down her pants and she
masturbated. She was thinking about the guy on TV, and how he would do
her, and she rubbed herself till she came."
"Oh lord!" Seth exclaimed. "And we have it on tape."
"I forgot about that," Sarah groaned. "You can't watch that!"
"You did," Seth pointed out.
"Still!" Sarah shot back.
"OK, you can watch it tomorrow and tell me if it happened the way that
you experienced it," Seth agreed. He paused for a moment, and then
said, "You know, Mom wasn't the only one that came."
"What do you mean?" Sarah asked.
Seth nodded towards Sarah's crotch. She looked down and realized that
her panties were soaked. "You watched me cum?" she asked sheepishly.
Seth nodded.
"I guess that excited you," she said, looking at his crotch. Regardless
of the relief that he had given himself before, his shorts were once
again tented.
He covered his crotch with his hands and muttered, "Sorry."
"It's only fair," Sarah responded. "I can't say that I blame you." In
fact, Sarah wished that he hadn't covered up; she was enjoying the
view.
Sarah paused. "Now what do I do?"
"About what?" Seth inquired.
"About the fact that I can get into people's minds!" Sarah said.
"Well, into Mom's mind, at least," Seth corrected.
"Fine, Mr. Science Guy! What should I do about the fact that I can get
into Mom's mind?"
"Why don't we just take it one day at a time," Seth suggested. "Go to
Jill's tomorrow and see if the same thing happens, or if it's only Mom.
If it happens with someone else too, then we should start experimenting
some more to see what else you can do."
"Do you think I'm a freak?" Sarah asked nervously.
"Of course I do!" Seth answered. "But you're my freak!"
"Stop it!" Sarah said seriously. "I mean when people find out, I'll
probably end up like a lab rat!"
"People can't find out!" Seth exclaimed urgently with a lowered voice.
"Don't tell anyone else, OK?"
"OK!" Sarah said.
They sat quietly for a minute, both lost in their own thoughts, then
Sarah said, "Let's go to sleep."
"You're going to stay here again tonight?" Seth asked.
"Please," Sarah wheedled. "I don't want to be alone."
"But," Seth said, looking at his crotch.
"Go to the bathroom and take care of that, then come back and hold me!"
Sarah ordered.
"By myself?" Seth asked in an indignant tone.
"Seth, you get your ass into that bathroom and jack off, by yourself,
then come back to bed!" Sarah replied firmly.
It was embarrassing that his sister knew he was going to jerk off, but
Seth had just seen her cum, so it was probably fair. Minutes later, he
was back.
"That was fast," Sarah observed.
"It didn't take much," Seth confided.
"Why is that?" Sarah teased.
"It's not every day that I see a beautiful girl cum in front of me!"
Seth explained passionately.
Sarah held her hands open, and he climbed into bed. She snuggled up
into his arms and whispered, "I'm scared."
"I'm here for you," Seth said.
"Thanks," Sarah said, kissing his cheek. Soon they were both snoring.
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Chapter 4
Friday night was surprisingly lonely for Seth. He had spent the last
couple of nights with Sarah, and he realized how much he missed holding
her in his arms. Nevertheless, he made it through the night, if
fitfully.
Sarah had examined the tape after school on Friday, and it had
confirmed what they already knew was true. Now it was Saturday morning
and Seth was waiting eagerly for her to arrive home. Sarah was almost
as eager to discuss the past night with her brother, so she rushed home
early.
"What happened," Seth asked as soon as Sarah arrived.
"Well, Jill and I hung around together for a while," Sarah explained.
"We really haven't been spending enough time together, so it was nice
to hang out with her again."
"That's great, and I'm happy for you," Seth said with exasperation.
"But can we discuss the girls' night out later, and focus on your
"dreams" now?"
"I said I was tired and I went to sleep early," Sarah told her brother.
"Then in the middle of the night, it happened again, this time with
Jill's sister! I connected to her when she drove up after a date. She
made out with her boyfriend a little bit, then came in. It was weird,
kissing someone I didn't even know!"
"Was he a good kisser?" Seth asked.
"Compared to what?" Sarah countered ironically. "He certainly made
Maria happy! Anyway, she came inside and went to her room. She lied
down for a minute and started thinking. She sort of replayed what had
happened that night in her head. Maria had gone out with her boyfriend,
they had parked and then fucked in the back seat!"
"Really?" Seth asked. "Tell me all about it!"
"Really," Sarah affirmed. "It was weird. Her memories of it feel
different than when I felt it when it was really happening with Mom,
but the memories still felt very real. That and the fact that she was
quickly started playing with her pussy while she remembered!"
"Really?" Seth asked again, his interest even further piqued. "More
details!"
"Yup, and he had cum right in her, so she was playing with his cum
leaking out of her!" Sarah said.
Seth just groaned in arousal.
"Aren't you going to tell me more?" Seth begged. "Positions? Sounds?
Tastes?"
"No, it's too embarrassing to talk about that with my brother," Sarah
said.
"Oh, but talking about feeling cum dripping out of your pussy isn't?"
he rebutted.
"That was about what I felt, not some voyeuristic story," Sarah
countered. Anyway, now we know it works for other people. What do I do
now?"
"I was thinking a little about that last night when I was all alone in
my bed," Seth answered, injecting a hint of disappointment in his
voice. "I think that you should try pushing your abilities a little
bit. Try to see if you can observe more of their memories, or see if
you can make them do things."
"I'm not sure if I want to look at Mom's memories," Sarah said.
"Why not?" her brother asked.
"I don't know about you, but I value the privacy of my mind. I know
that I think all sorts of things, some of them very inappropriate. I
know that if Mom knew some of the things that I was thinking, I would
not like it one little bit. I think that if I knew everything that Mom
was thinking, I would think of her in a different way. It's hard enough
to deal with now, when I've just shared her surface thoughts! Just
imagine how weird it would be if I knew her deepest secrets!"
"Well, maybe you need to practice on strangers then," Seth suggested.
"And how would I go about doing that?" Sarah asked.
"Maybe we could go somewhere and you could sleep near other people," he
replied.
"Like where?" she asked.
"I don't know offhand," he replied. Seth snapped his fingers. "Wait a
minute. What about if we went to the park on a busy day and you took a
nap?"
"I don't know if I would be able to fall asleep," she argued.
"Stay awake the night before," Seth suggested. "I'd be with you at the
park the whole time to make sure that you're OK."
"Maybe," Sarah said. "OK, Let's try it next weekend."
"OK," Seth agreed.
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The twins' lives returned to the way that they had been before Sarah's
discovery. Sarah went back to sleeping in her own room, and they didn't
talk much about Sarah's newly-discovered powers. The next Friday night,
Sarah stayed up late. Seth remained awake for some of the time, talking
to her.
"Anything else interesting happen?" he quizzed Sarah.
Sarah blushed and nodded.
"Well, give!" Seth demanded.
"I was there when Mom and Dad had sex," she said.
"What was it like?" Seth asked eagerly.
"Well, weird. I mean, it like, weirded me out when I heard them having
sex, but in this case I was actually having sex with Dad! Well, maybe
not actually having sex, but I not only knew that they were having sex,
I saw and felt it! I felt Dad putting his cock into me! I couldn't
decide if I should be completely grossed out, or completely turned on.
I mean, on the one hand, it was Mom and Dad! I don't like thinking
about them having sex! On the other hand, it was sex! Although Mom
didn't seem to have any problems at all enjoying it!"
"So you're not a virgin any more?" Seth asked with a smile.
Sarah was serious when she replied. "No, I'm really not. I mean, I
still have my cherry, but now I'll never have a real first time. I've
already experienced what sex is like."
"I'm sorry," Seth said sympathetically, pulling Sarah into a hug.
"It's OK," Sarah said after a moment. "It's not like I was saving
myself for marriage. In all likelihood, I'll end up in the back seat
with someone who doesn't really know what he's doing. Compared to that,
I guess what I got with Dad was OK. It wasn't particularly romantic for
a first time, but Mom came. Twice."
"And you did too?" Seth asked.
"I suppose," Sarah said. "It's hard to differentiate what happens with
me from what happens with Mom when I'm in that place."
"What do you think we should call it?" Seth asked.
"What?" Sarah inquired, confused.
"Your skill, or ability," Seth explained. "It's not telepathy, because
you're not really reading thoughts. Is it possession? Remote viewing?
Mental projection?"
"Well, it's not really possession," Sarah replied. "I think of
possession as controlling the body. I'm just visiting, observing."
"So you're a psychic visitor?" Seth rejoined.
"I guess that's as good a term as any," Sarah said.
They were quiet for a minute, then Seth asked, "Does each person that
you visit feel different?"
So far, but yeah, they do, though I've only visited in two minds,"
Sarah said. "It's almost like a taste, or a sensation. Their minds had
different textures. It's hard to explain."
"Weird," Seth said.
"Yeah, very weird," Sarah acknowledged.
A little while later, Seth went to bed. When he woke up in the morning,
his woody was pressed into Sarah's ass, his arms wrapped around her. He
backed off a little and shook her awake.
"What are you doing here?" he grumbled.
"I didn't want to sleep late in the morning," she said. "I figured
you'd wake me up when you got up." She stretched. "I was right." She
turned over and snuggled into Seth, who backed off when Sarah pressed
into his hard on.
"Whoops," Sarah said with a laugh.
"Yeah, laugh you hyena, but you don't know where this was just a few
minutes ago," Seth said.
"Where?" Sarah asked.
"Pressed up against your ass!" Seth hissed, sticking his tongue out. He
got up, covering his tented shorts with his hands, and walked to the
bathroom.
On the way out of his room, he could swear he heard his sister mumble
regretfully, "Sorry I missed that."
Their dad was not at breakfast with them, which was a good thing for
Sarah, who would have had a really hard time looking him in the eye.
They waited around until about ten, then biked to the park. They found
a likely spot nearby a whole bunch of people and spread out a blanket.
Seth lay down on the blanket, and Sarah rested her head on his stomach.
"Who do you think you'll visit?" Seth asked.
"I don't know," Sarah said. "I don't think that I control that."
Soon she was nodding off. Seth looked all around, trying to figure out
which person it was getting visited. About forty-five minutes later,
Sarah stirred.
"Did it happen?" Seth asked.
Sarah sat up and looked around. "Her," she said, pointing discreetly to
a cute college age girl tossing a Frisbee around with what looked like
her boyfriend.
"Why her, do you think?" Seth asked.
"I don't know," Sarah responded.
"Did you get anything from her?" Seth inquired.
"I just hung around visiting for a while," Sarah said. "I started to
push around her memories a bit, but not too hard. I decided to see if I
got up and then slept again, if I would get the same person."
"OK, go to sleep," Seth instructed.
She settled back down, and in about fifteen minutes she was asleep
again. This time she slept for close to an hour. When she woke up, Seth
looked at her expectantly.
"I was visiting a different person this time," Sarah said. "She left,
and that's why I woke up."
"What did you do?" Seth asked.
"I hung around for a bit getting my bearings," she replied. "She was a
woman here with her kids. Her name was Sally Richards. She's married,
but fooling around on her husband."
"No kidding! Was she thinking that, or did you get it out of her?" Seth
blurted.
"It's hard to explain," Sarah said. "She was thinking it on her own,
but I made her think about it. I was like, I don't know, poking around.
I was trying to get her name, and she, like, remembered her name. I
found out the names of her kids, and her husband the same way. I poked
around about how she felt about her husband, and that was when I found
out she's been cheating with a younger guy. I probed around some more,
and I think she was starting to get worried about all the memories she
was having in a way that was unusual for her. Anyhow, I lost her when
she left the parking lot."
"That's a few hundred feet," Seth noted. "I wonder if you could start
your visit in someone from that far away."
"I'm not sure that I like what I'm doing," Sarah said. "I still feel
like I'm violating their privacy even though these are strangers."
"Well, you don't have do dig so deeply," Seth offered. "Also, we should
probably work on trying to control it. I wonder if there is any way not
to go visiting when you are asleep."
"I hope I can learn to control it," Sarah sighed.
"Do you wake up any more tired, having been awake in someone else's
body for all that time?" Seth questioned.
Sarah thought about it and said, "No, I wake up refreshed. I guess my
body gets the rest, and my mind doesn't need as much. Of course, I'm
not visiting all night, either."
"Well, at least that's not a concern," Seth said.
The siblings packed their things up and headed back to their house,
each lost in their own thoughts.
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Chapter 5
Over the next month, Sarah got better at breaking off her dreams,
though she still could not control who or when she visited. It was
around that time that Seth slipped into Sarah's room one night.
"Sarah! Wake up." he whispered.
"What's up?" Sarah croaked back sleepily.
"Hey, were you just dreaming with someone?" Seth asked.
"No, I started to earlier, but I broke it off," Sarah said. "Is that
why you woke me?"
"No, I woke you up to tell you that I visited with Dad tonight!" Seth
exclaimed.
Sarah sat up quickly. "Really?" she prompted.
"Yes, it was the weirdest thing! I see what you mean!"
"Oh, I'm so happy that you finally know what I'm going through," she
cried, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a hug.
"Me, too!" Seth said. "Why do you think that you always visit girls,
and my first visit was a guy?"
"Maybe because boys and girls brains are different, and our "dreams"
can only go to brains that are like our own?" Sarah speculated.
"Maybe," Seth agreed. "We should experiment more and see if that's the
case."
"You see, this proves that girls are more mature than boys!" Sarah
exclaimed.
"Why do you say that?" Seth inquired.
"Because I started "dreaming" when I was sixteen, and you didn't until
you were seventeen! You're just not nearly advanced as I am!" Sarah
explained haughtily.
"I'll show you how advanced you are!" Seth announced before grabbing
Sarah and tickling her into submission.
When Seth finally acquiesced to Sarah's breathless pleas for him to
stop, Sarah pulled him into her bed and made him stay with her for the
rest of the night.
Sarah spent the rest of the week trying to explain to Seth how to
control breaking off a visit, and how to sift through someone's
thoughts, though Seth agreed with Sarah that it was probably not a good
idea to that with his father. However on Thursday night, he did visit
while his father made love to his mother.
After he had left his father and cleaned up the mess in his shorts, he
slipped into Sarah's bed. When she woke up, he asked, "Were you
visiting Mom tonight?"
"Yeah," she said, blushing, realizing what his question probably meant.
"You?"
"Yup," he said. "I didn't realize that Mom still looked that good
naked. And man, can she move!"
"Look, it's embarrassing enough to eavesdrop on them like that," Sarah
said. "Let's not go over all the details."
"OK," Seth said.
They lay together quietly for a few minutes, then Seth whispered, "You
realize that I made love to you tonight."
Sarah stiffened a little, then shoved at him. "No you didn't!" she
hissed. "It was more like we were both watching the same porn movie."
"And happened to be masturbating together?" Seth asked. "Because I
don't know about you, but I came when Dad did."
"So did I, with Mom" Sarah admitted quietly. "All three times."
"I guess it's probably a pretty good thing that your first experience
is with someone who can cum lots of times."
"Yeah," said Sarah.
Seth started to get up, until Sarah grabbed his arm and asked, "Where
are you going."
"Back to bed," Seth said.
"Stay with me tonight," she pleaded.
"OK," Seth replied, happily. He lay back down and pulled Sarah into his
arms.
As they were falling asleep, Sarah muttered, "At least I won't have you
poking at me in the morning now."
Seth, of course, proved her wrong.
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The next night, both of them stayed up most of the night, and on
Saturday they were back at the park. This time, both of them napped,
breaking off from their dreams, or visits, soon after starting, and
their theory held up; their minds seemed attracted to their own sex.
After four tries, Seth decided to hang out in a single mind for a
while, trying to probe for memories as Sarah had taught him. It took
him a while to get the hang of it, but soon he was probing the man's
life. He remembered his childhood pet, a dog named Beetle that he had
until he was almost done with high school. He remembered his first
break up. He remembered when his Dad had died. He remembered his first
sexual experience.
After Seth woke up, he discussed what he had found with his twin.
"Were you looking for anything specific in his mind?" Sarah asked.
"Not really," Seth replied. "I was just trying to find out more about
him."
"So it looks like when you just let him feed you things, the strongest
memories come out," Sarah mused.
"What do you mean?" Seth asked.
"Well, he remembered his father's death, his big breakup, his first
sex, his favorite pet. Those are all things that were big events,
things that he would remember clearly. When you went searching for
memories without specifying anything, those strong memories came to the
surface. I'll try that next time, and next time you go in looking for a
particular fact and see if you can force that memory to the surface."
The next day they returned to the park and attempted what Sarah had
suggested. They both found that they were able to repeat the other's
discoveries. One of the people that Seth managed to get into was Matt,
a boy that was in their class at school.
At first, he was just watching what was going on inside Matt's head,
and Matt happened to look over at Seth and Sarah lying there asleep. It
was very weird to Seth to be seeing himself from out of his body. As
Matt was looking at them, he focused his eyes on Sarah. The thoughts
that came into his mind were quite lustful.
Matt looked at Sarah and thought about what her tits were like under
that tight tee shirt. He imagined pulling off her shirt and sucking on
her tits. He glanced over at Seth and thought what a lucky bastard he
was, sharing a house with Sarah; he probably always got to see her
naked. He then focused back on Sarah and imagined having her over at
his house, kissing her while his hand slipped under her shirt and
cupped a breast, then ripping her pants off and shoving his cock deep
into her.
Sarah stirred, and Matt started to turn away before she observed him
staring at her. As he turned away, he noticed that Seth had a lump in
his pants. He wasn't surprised. 'I'd have one too, if I was sleeping
next to something that hot!'
Seth pulled out of Matt's mind and woke up as well. He turned to Sarah
and said, "You have a fan."
"What do you mean?" Sarah asked with a yawn, which stretched her shirt
even more tightly over her breasts.
"See Matt over there behind me?" Seth asked.
"Yeah," Sarah responded after a quick glance.
"He is doing some major league lusting after your hot body," Seth
informed her.
Sarah blushed and asked, "Really?"
"Oh yeah, he was having some pretty graphic fantasies about you," Seth
replied.
She shoved her brother and said, "I think you should keep it to
yourself! I don't know if I want to hear about how other guys drool
over me!"
"OK, I'll just keep it in my head then," Seth said with a leer.
"Pig!" Sarah exclaimed with a laugh. "Of course, you might be
interested to know that a couple of the women that I've visited with
have definitely noticed you!"
"Oh yeah?" Seth chortled with interest. "Do tell!"
"Well, not too much to tell," Sarah said. "They noticed you and were
quite taken with the way you looked, but they thought that I was your
girlfriend, so most of them just looked elsewhere."
"Most of them?" Seth pushed.
"Well, one of them was thinking about how we would look together doing
it," Sarah said, blushing.
Seth didn't respond to that thought. He was at a loss for words.
Their day was mostly finished, so they picked up their belongings and
headed home.
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Over the course of the next few months, things remained pretty much the
same. They didn't visit with someone every night, but Seth did find that
on nights that his father went to sleep early, he sometimes visited with
the man who lived next door. The twins speculated that the visit
occurred with the closest conscious mind of the same sex.
The twins graduated high school, and summer began. There had never been
any question that they would be attending the same college, and they had
both been accepted at a state school about a four hour drive upstate
from where they lived. For at least the first year they intended to
live in the dorms on campus.
Over the summer, they basically bummed around and got themselves
mentally prepared for college. They spent many days lying by the pool,
Sarah in her brief bikini which showed off her slim body and still
blossoming breasts -" showed things off quite a bit actually, given
how tiny the bikini really was. Seth usually wore ordinary swim trunks,
but his defined body ensured that Sarah's friends were always bugging
her to be allowed over.
It was on one of these hot summer days that the next breakthrough came.
Sarah was out at a friend's house and their father was at work. Seth had
been out late with some friends the night before, and he nodded of while
watching TV. He was not surprised when his mind went off for a visit,
but he was surprised at where he was visiting.
As soon as Sarah got home, he dragged her into his room.
"What's up?" she asked.
"I fell asleep today and my mind went visiting," Seth told her.
"So?" Sarah asked.
"I was in Mom!" he proclaimed.
"What?" Sarah shrieked in surprise. "What was it like?"
"It was the absolutely weirdest thing that I've ever experienced," Seth
said. "I was in Mom, and I could feel what she felt. I mean, I felt my
vagina and I felt my breasts!"
"Mom was playing with herself during the day?" Sarah asked.
"No, not felt like that," Seth said. "I mean that I could feel that I
had them, and I have to say, I've never felt like I had those parts
before!"
"Was there anything else different?" Sarah asked.
"You mean my having girl parts wasn't different enough?" Seth said with
a grin. "Actually, yes, there were other differences. The thought
process seemed different. I know that I shouldn't have, but I tried
sifting through a few memories, and it was harder. It was like my mind
didn't know how to look for them. I got a couple, but they were a
little off, not quite what I was looking for."
"Weird," Sarah agreed. She thought about it for a few minutes, then
said, "I want to try it!"
"I guess we're going to have to find a place where there are only men
around," Seth mused.
"I know where there is one," Sarah said.
"Where?" Seth asked.
"Anywhere we go together!" Sarah said. "We can go out to the woods and
then you'll be the only person there!"
"You want to visit in my mind?" Seth said, a little unsure about how he
liked that concept.
"I won't prod around in your memories," Sarah promised. "I just want to
feel what it's like to be in your body!"
"Well, I guess that's fair," Seth acknowledged. "I certainly know a lot
of guys that want to know what it feels like to be in your body!"
"Shut up!" Sarah yelled, whacking Seth's arm.
"OK, we can go tomorrow," Seth said.
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The next day the twins packed up a picnic lunch and jumped on their
bikes. They rode down to a large wooded area, locked up their bikes,
slung their backpacks over their shoulders and started hiking. About a
half hour later, they decided to stop. Seth pulled a blanket out of his
backpack and spread it on the ground.
"Ready for nap time?" he asked Sarah.
"Yup," she said, lying down. She covered her eyes with the edge of the
blanket, and twenty minutes later she was asleep.
Seth watched her carefully, trying to figure out if she was visiting
him or not. He felt a little tingle in his brain, the kind that you get
when you think there's someone watching you, but he wasn't sure if it
was real or paranoia. A few moments later, however, he started thinking
about his first day of high school. That was a bit of a non sequitur,
and he realized that it was probably Sarah pulling that information
out.
"You're there, aren't you?" he asked in his head. He turned all around
to give Sarah a look, then knelt down next to her.
"Oh, Sarah!" he said in a quiet, singsong voice. "I know you're iiiiin
me!" Then he slowly started lifting Sarah's tee shirt. Very quickly,
Sarah stirred and pushed his hand away.
"You perv!" she complained.
"You did it, didn't you?" Seth asked eagerly. "You were visiting me,
weren't you?"
"I was," she exclaimed. "And I have to say that it is so bizarre having
a penis! Did you feel me in your head?"
"I think I did," Seth said. "It wasn't a strong feeling, and someone
who wasn't looking for it wouldn't notice it, but I think it's there.
We'll have to try more to tell for sure."
"OK. Your turn now!" Sarah said.
"Are you sure that you trust me?" Seth asked.
"Of course, you idiot!" Sarah affirmed. "Despite you being a horndog
and a perv, I still trust you more than anyone in the world!"
Seth grabbed her and kissed her cheek before lying down for his turn.
It took a little longer for him to fall asleep, but soon he had nodded
off. Some time later, he felt himself in Sarah's body. He took time to
inventory the sensations. Sarah was standing, and her center of balance
felt different than his. He paid attention to the weight of her chest
and he noted that she had a completely different set of muscles between
her legs.
"Are you in there?" Sarah asked.
He wasn't sure how he could answer her, but he remembered how Sarah had
triggered a memory. Seth searched for a memory too, but it was slightly
different than the one that Sarah had chosen. Seth pulled the memory of
the night that Sarah had been tied up. He concentrated on how that made
her feel, and soon he felt his nipples crinkling up and a slight
moisture forming between his legs.
"Hey, stop it you perv!" Sarah shrieked, and she pushed the memory back
down, focusing instead on Seth's body in front of her. She noticed that
Seth had the start of a woody, and she said, "You must have liked that
thought!"
She walked over and knelt between Seth's legs. "What do you think would
happen to your visit if I moved my knee up a little? You're only allowed
to look at my G-rated thoughts!"
She sat back. "How should we communicate?"
They both pondered a bit, and then Sarah said, "I have an idea. I'm
going to make a memory. This memory is of me nodding yes." She
concentrated a moment and focused on that thought. "Now I'll do the
same with no."
When she had firmly stored both memories she said, "See if you can
bring one of the memories to the surface."
Seth concentrated and brought the 'yes' to mind. "Did you try for yes?"
Sarah asked.
Seth focused on 'yes' again.
"Are you ready to stop?" Sarah inquired.
Seth concentrated on 'no'.
"It works!" Sarah exalted. "Well, I'll know for sure that it works when
you wake up. Mmmm, what next? We can do yes and no questions, but what
else?"
She mused for a bit, and Seth pulled the impressions that she had
experienced when Seth had started visiting her.
"Will you use that to let me know that you're in my head?" Sarah asked.
Seth thought yes.
"Cool!" Sarah said. "When you wake up, you're going to have to store
these memories too, so I can call them up when I'm visiting you. Also,
we could come up with a whole dictionary of things. I bet if we keep
those thoughts together in our mind, we can call up everything quickly!
Maybe we should also remember letters, so that we can spell things to
each other."
Seth concentrated and rifled through her head until he got a thought of
her talking to herself.
"You want me to try just thinking instead of talking out loud?" Sarah
thought.
"Yes, " Seth brought out.
"This is so cool!" Sarah thought. Impulsively, she leaned over and gave
Seth's body a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Seth found a thought of Sarah seeing him with a hard on.
"Sorry if I excited you, " she thought.
"No," he thought. Then he found a happy time in her memories.
"Oh, so you enjoyed it you perv!" Sarah thought amusedly.
Seth riffed through her memories a little more and found a thought of
her walking through the woods on her own.
"Huh?" Sarah said.
Seth repeated it, but she still didn't get what he was trying to
communicate. Then he brought up the thought of her cell phone signal
fading out.
"You want me to try walking away until we're not connected anymore?"
Sarah asked. "You're such a clever brother!"
She kissed his cheek again, then got up and walked into the woods.
"Think the fading signal if you start to lose me," Sarah directed.
"Until then, I'll keep asking if you're still there."
Sarah walked for a few hundred feet, and she kept asking if he were
still there. Seth answered in the affirmative each time. "This is
further than when that other woman disconnected," Sarah said. "Why are
you still connected?"
Seth brought up the image of him shrugging from her memories.
She kept walking, and after about a half mile she called out, "Are you
sure you're still there?"
Seth brought up the memory of his tickling her. Sarah jumped and said,
"Stop that! I've gone far enough for now. I'm coming back."
When Sarah arrived back in the clearing, she told him, "Disconnect now.
I want to see if I can feel a difference."
Seth did as she requested, and when he was awake she observed, "I did
feel different when you were gone!"
Seth grabbed Sarah in a big hug. "Those were great ideas," he said.
"Did I ever tell you that you are a genius?"
"Not nearly enough," Sarah replied with a grin.
The twins spent the rest of the afternoon memorizing useful expressions
and thoughts in 'thought dictionaries' that they created in their heads.
As they were walking back to their bikes, Seth said, "We need to figure
out how to choose who we're visiting. All of this won't be much use if
the only way that we can do it is when we are completely alone."
"I guess that's true," Sarah agreed sadly. "And if we figure that out,
we should figure out how to do it when we're awake! That would be
cool!"
"Way cool," Seth chuckled.
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Seth and Sarah continued practicing throughout the summer, with no luck
controlling the direction of their visits. However just before they
headed up to school, Sarah made another breakthrough. She once again
slipped into Seth's bed and woke him up.
"Hey, I was visiting with the neighbor," Seth said. "You broke the
connection."
"Then we figured out two things tonight!" Sarah exclaimed excitedly.
"Two things?" Seth said muzzily, having just woken up.
"That if you're woken up it breaks the connection, and how to make
someone do something!" Sarah replied.
That woke Seth up immediately. "Make someone do something?" he asked
excitedly.
"I was visiting with Mom, and she was getting ready to go to bed,"
Sarah explained. "I wanted her to stay up a little more, so I thought
about her being hungry. I thought really hard, and I found her memories
of it. That was all it took. She decided that she needed to go down and
get something to eat!"
"That might just be because of memories of the hunger," Seth pointed
out.
"I know, so I tried something else," Sarah continued. "When Mom was
brushing her teeth, I imagined that she had an itch in a particular
spot. I didn't find a memory of that spot, but I projected what a
memory might be like, and she scratched the spot!"
"That is so cool! Can you explain how you did that?" Seth asked.
Sarah struggled to come up with an explanation, but couldn't verbalize
it. "I know!" she exclaimed. "Let's go to the woods tomorrow and you
can visit with me, and I'll remember how I did it!"
"Great idea!" Seth said.
"It was really hard, and it took a lot of concentration just to get a
little itch." Sarah griped. "I don't know how much real control it will
ever give us."
"Well, maybe it gets easier with practice," Seth said. He yawned. "I've
got to go back to sleep. Someone rudely interrupted my sleep!"
Sarah stuck out her tongue and commanded, "Move over!" She climbed into
bed with him and snuggled up, and soon both of them were asleep.
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The next day they were in their little isolated clearing and Seth was
asleep. He quickly went visiting in Sarah, and brought up the memory of
his visiting.
"You're here?" Sarah thought.
"Yes," Seth acknowledged.
"Great," Sarah thought, then brought up the memories of what she did to
influence their mother.
Seth thought an exclamation point, and Sarah realized that their mother
had been naked at the time, and he could see that in the mirror.
"Stop it!" Sarah said. She concentrated on what she had done before,
and Seth paid attention to the sensations.
"Did you get that?" she asked.
"Yes, " thought Seth. Then he tried it on Sarah. An evil thought
crossed his mind, and he concentrated. About a minute later Sarah
started pulling her shirt away from her chest.
"Damn, this shirt is so itchy!" she complained to herself. She stuck
her hand under her shirt and started scratching, even reaching under
her bra.
"That's your work, isn't it stinker!" she cried.
Seth brought up Sarah's memory of him nodding his head.
"Well stop it!" Sarah yelled in her mind. "It's itchy!"
Seth imagined a soothing lotion pouring over Sarah's breasts, and Sarah
sighed with relief. "If I didn't know it was you, I would have pulled my
shirt and bra off!"
Seth thought of a smirk.
"Just be careful buddy! How would you like it if next time I was
visiting you, I imagined a four foot stick up your butt?"
Seth projected an image that Sarah had saved of Seth cowering in fear.
"You'd better believe it buddy! Now out of my mind!"
Seth complied, but not without first imagining a caress on her breast.
He awoke to see a small smile on Sarah's face. "That's certainly a
useful addition to our skills!" Seth said.
"Well, I guess that depends on how we use it," Sarah acknowledged. "We
still have to figure out a way to select who we'll visit!"
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Chapter 6
The time finally came for the twins to begin college. The end of the
summer had been filled with relaxation and experimentation, but it was
finally time to spread their wings and leave the nest. Their dad had
surprised them with a car, which made both of them quite happy.
Expressions of gratitude were a bit rushed, as the last minute packing
and loading took place.
Leaving the house, Seth drove the car with Sarah in the passenger seat,
while their parents followed in a moving van with their stuff.
"There it is!" Sarah exclaimed as they pulled off the highway and the
school came into view. She was practically bouncing up and down with
excitement as they drove onto the campus. The signs leading them to the
dorm were reasonably accurate, and Seth pulled up in front of it without
getting lost once, glancing into the rear view mirror to confirm that
his dad was right behind him.
There were quite a few dorms on campus, but the twins were in the same
high-rise building, though on different floors. They piled out of the
car and waited for their parents to catch up.
"You guys go inside and get the keys," their dad suggested. "Mom and I
will wait here and watch the cars."
"OK!" Sarah acknowledged, grabbing Seth's hand and pulling him inside.
The line of students waiting for their keys snaked around the lobby,
but no one seemed to mind; it was a virtual cocktail party, where bags
of chips, boxes of cookies and cans of soda were passed around allowing
the students to meet socialize while waiting their turns. The twins
waited in the jostling throng of students eating and greeting until it
was their turn to approach the desk.
"Name," the guy at the desk demanded without looking up.
"Seth Marten," Seth announced.
"Sarah Marten," Sarah echoed.
The Resident Advisor looked up at that, a small smile spreading across
his face. "Well, I'll assume that you're not married, so I'm guessing
brother and sister?"
"Twins," they said simultaneously.
"Gotchya," he replied, looking down at his sheet. He found their names
on his list and said, "Seth Marten, 1503." He handed Seth a packet
which contained the basic information that he needed to know and the
keys. "Sarah Marten, 2117." She received a packet as well.
He looked up at them and said, "There'll be an orientation downstairs
in the cafeteria tonight at 8. Every floor has a Resident Advisor -"
an RA. Your RAs should be hanging around the common room, so you can
meet him or her there."
He gave them a brief, harried smile before yelling, "Next!"
The siblings took their packets and headed back out to their parents.
They loaded up dollies with boxes and suitcases and went to find the
elevators. As was probably to be expected, the elevators were
impossibly slow, but they managed to snag one and head up to the
fifteenth floor. Seth unlocked the door and peered in. His roommate had
not yet arrived, so he got the pick of the beds. He threw his stuff down
and they both looked around, beginning to feel slightly overwhelmed.
They decided to finish bringing Seth's stuff to his room first, and
three trips later they were done. Seth locked the door with a sigh,
taking one look back at the boxes piled everywhere. Later.
Next they grabbed Sarah's stuff, and headed up the twenty-first floor.
When they arrived, they found her door open and her roommate already
there. Sarah introduced herself and her brother to the girl. Her name
was Betty, and she was a skinny bleached blonde. Her tits were fairly
small, and it appeared to Seth that she compensated by wearing tight
tee shirts and no bra. Well, maybe this was a one time thing, but Seth
harbored hope. Sarah caught him looking and gave him a smirk.
The twins got all of Sarah's stuff into her room, then their parents
took them off campus to dinner. Their parents were staying overnight in
a motel, then driving back home first thing in the morning. After dinner
there were tearful farewells, though the kids thought that their parents
might actually like an empty house for a change.
When they went back to the dorm, Seth and Sarah went up to Sarah's room
to complete her unpacking. Betty was in the room, already settled in,
and she helped Sarah unpack a little. Conversation among the three
flowed easily, and Sarah realized that her fears of getting a horrid
roommate were unfounded. When they were done, it was time for the
orientation, so the three of them, along with throngs of others, headed
down to the cafeteria in the basement to hear the standard line about
what a great time they were going to have and how they had to follow
all of the rules. After orientation, Seth and Sarah went up to Seth's
room to get him settled; Betty volunteered her services as well. There
was still no roommate present, so the three of them made quick work of
getting all of Seth's things put away. The three of them then went out
to the common room and introduced themselves around.
When it was getting late, they headed back to their respective rooms.
Sarah told Betty she would be up in a few minutes and to go on ahead.
When Betty was gone Sarah asked her brother, "What do you think is
going to happen tonight?"
"I don't know, but I'll miss you sneaking into bed with me afterwards,"
Seth answered.
Sarah gave Seth a firm hug, then she went up to her room. The distance
from Seth felt strange and unnatural.
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When the girls got settled for the night, Betty said, "I hope you don't
mind my saying so, but your brother is hot!"
Sarah giggled. "I know what you mean. If he weren't my brother, I'd be
all over him!"
"If he hangs out here a lot, I might not be able to resist," Betty
cooed, half to herself as she broke out into a lascivious grin.
"Well, you can try, but I should warn you that he's never really had a
serious girlfriend, and I don't think that he's in the market for one,"
Sarah informed her roommate.
"Who needs to get serious? He just needs to hop in my bed!" Betty
declared.
Sarah laughed. "Well, try not to do that in front of me. And don't tell
anyone, but Seth's never done it before."
"He's a virgin?" Betty asked incredulously.
"It happens," Sarah replied... "I happen to suffer from the same
affliction as well."
"Oh my god!" Betty exclaimed. "Are you saving yourself or something?
Are you guys real religious?"
"No, it's not that," Sarah explained. "It's just that neither of us
ever really had a serious relationship, so we just never got that far."
"Still, I'd think someone from your school would jump on both of you,"
Betty observed. "I mean, no offense, but you are both seriously hot!"
"Thanks," Sarah acknowledged with a blush. "I guess we just didn't go
for the people who wanted that."
"If you think he'll change his mind, I'd be happy to throw myself at
him," Betty giggled.
"College is different from high school, so we'll have to see," Sarah
admitted thoughtfully.
"Well, you're going to have to beat them off with a stick, so you'd
better watch it if you want to keep your cherry!" Betty chortled.
"I'm not permanently attached to it," Sarah said. "If the right guy
comes along, he can have it."
"Just let me know if you ever need some privacy," Betty volunteered
amicably. "I'm not really shy, so I don't care if you stay away or not
when I have a guy here, but if you get uncomfortable with anything that
I do or anyone I bring back, just tell me. I don't want to be one of
those roommates from hell."
"Thanks!" Sarah said gratefully.
She wasn't sure how she felt about being in the room when her roommate
was having sex, but on the other hand, it was not like she'd never been
a voyeur before either. 'I wonder what it would be like to be watching
someone having sex when they actually know I'm watching.' Sarah thought
wryly..
It was getting quite late, so the girls started getting ready for bed;
it was the end of one very long day. They went down the hall to the
bathroom, then came back together. Betty stripped off her top and then
pulled down her pants. Sarah noticed that Betty was not wearing any
panties, and that her pussy was shaved smooth. Betty slipped on a pair
of jogging shorts then climbed onto her bed with a book.
Sarah took off her shirt, bra and pants, then slipped her sleep tee on,
getting in bed herself.
"See you in the morning," Sarah said.
"Nite," Betty replied.
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In Seth's room, things were not as interesting. His roommate still had
not shown up by the time Seth was ready for bed. He went down the hall
and took a shower, then threw on a pair of shorts and jumped into bed.
A couple of minutes later, he was asleep and visiting. His first visit
of the night was a guy sitting in the common room. Seth recognized it
as his floor, but he didn't know who the guy was. He was watching TV,
and thinking of mostly inconsequential things. Seth began probing, and
he picked up that the guy's name was Gary and his room was about seven
doors down the hall. Seth delved into Gary's childhood a little bit,
figured out his family structure, and discovered that Gary was quite
horny. That didn't surprise him at all. Seth determined that Gary last
had sex at the end of the school year, and he was real hopeful that he
would finally get some more now that he was in college.
Seth broke the connection, and slept peacefully for a little while
before he made another connection. This time it was a guy just coming
in from a bar. He had been drinking quite a lot, and his intoxicated
brain was flitting all over the place. His name was Jim, a junior who
lived on a different floor. Seth began probing, but found it very
difficult. The alcohol had dulled the guy's senses, and every time he
got a memory going, it slipped away to something else.
Seth experimented with placing a memory, and he found that it was quite
easy to do. With Jim's mind so fuzzy, the thought that Seth implanted
seemed to have nothing to fight against. Seth had him pull off his
shirt and leave it in the common room. When Jim was in his bedroom,
Seth had him draw little circles around his nipples with a marker.
Having proven how easy it was to manipulate him, Seth broke off and
slept quietly the rest of the night.
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In her room, Sarah slipped into sleep quickly. It wasn't too long
before she found herself visiting. A quick glance and she realized that
she was in Betty's head. She was going to break it off when she realized
that Betty kept looking over to see if she was asleep. There was a
definite sense of impatience, and a distinct horniness in her thoughts.
Minutes passed. When Betty was sure that Sarah was asleep, she turned
out her light and got under the covers. Once there, she slipped off her
shorts and dropped them off her bed.
With one more glance at Sarah, Betty started imagining things. Sarah
was only mildly surprised, when she realized that Betty was starting to
think about Seth. She imagined himcoming into the room and grabbing her,
kissing her hard. Then he grabbed her shirt and ripped it off, pressing
down on her shoulders, so that she was kneeling on the floor in front
of him. Next Seth quickly dropped his shorts and let his erection pop
out.
Sarah had seen Seth's erection in his memories, so she knew that
Betty's mind was exaggerating a little, but not too much. Betty's hands
were working her pussy as she thought about taking Seth's cock into her
mouth. She imagined how she would suck it, bobbing her head up and down
on it. She thought of Seth grabbing her head and shoving his cock deep
into her throat, cumming in buckets.
Betty continued sucking his cock, then pulled off of it. In her mind,
Seth's cock had lost none of its hardness. She licked it some more,
then stood up. He grabbed her head and shoved his tongue into her
mouth. He reached down and ripped her panties off.
Sarah was shocked by Betty's next thought. Betty imagined Seth spinning
her around and bending her over. On the bed in front of her was a nude
Sarah!! Seth pushed Betty's head down between Sarah's legs, and Sarah
grabbed her head and shoved it into her twat. Betty's tongue snuck out
and licked deeply into Sarah's pussy. Simultaneously, Seth shoved his
cock into Betty's pussy, pounding it into her roughly. Betty kept
imagining Sarah forcing her to lick her, while Seth fucked her from
behind, smacking her ass regularly.
Betty was just on the edge of cumming, her fingers delving into her
sopping pussy as her mind worked her vision. She glanced over at the
sleeping Sarah on the next bed, and noticed that she was writhing a
little bit. Betty started to worry that Sarah was waking up, but Sarah
managed to impress a calming memory, and she ignored Sarah. She closed
her eyes again, submersing herself in her fantasy, and she imagined
Seth pulling out of her pussy and shoving his cock hard into her ass.
Sarah realized that Betty had taken it in the ass before, and she knew
that if someone did it that hard it would not be pleasurable. But it
was in her fantasy, and Betty came as she pictured Sarah squirting in
her face while Seth filled her ass with his cum. Sarah, lying 10 feet
away in the darkness, came with Betty.
Betty collapsed, limp and exhausted. Sarah was amazed at the strength
of Betty's fantasy. Despite her hesitancy to look into the memories and
thoughts of those close to her, Sarah dove into Betty's sexual memories.
Betty had lost her virginity as a high school freshman to a senior, but
luckily he wasn't a jerk and he knew what he was doing. Betty loved it,
and she became very eager to experience all kinds of sex. She had been
with a dozen guys and she had played with a handful of girls as well,
enjoying both.
But one unfulfilled recurring fantasy shone like a beacon from her
memories. Nearly all her fantasies involved having someone dominate
her. She imagined being forced to do all sorts of sexual things,
including activities she didn't like, in response to a commanding
presence. She didn't seem to discriminate whether it was a master or
mistress dominating her; both played equal roles. Some of her strongest
orgasms had come as she imagined being tied down and having a line of
people fucking her, people that she normally would never think of
doing... unless she were to be ordered.
As Sarah whizzed through memory after memory, fantasy after fantasy,
she realized that Betty was getting turned on again, and her fingers
were once again pumping in and out of her pussy. Sarah couldn't help
it. As Betty worked to satisfy herself, Sarah merged a fantasy of Betty
roped to a bed with a memory of the image of Sarah smiling at her from
across their dorm room. Betty took those two memories and ran with
them, imagining Sarah forcing a dildo in her ass as she spanked her
helplessly bound body with a belt. Soon she was suppressing a scream as
she came violently. As Sarah broke off her visit, she gave an unseen
smile as she realized that she would have to change her panties when
she awoke.
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Chapter 7
The next morning, Sarah rushed down to Seth's room. She knocked
impatiently on his door and a tired looking Seth answered. She pushed
him backward into the room and said, "You're not going to believe what
I found out last night!"
"You're not going to believe what I found out last night," Seth
countered.
"Really? You first," Sarah demanded.
"I was visiting around, and I discovered that when I was in someone who
was pretty drunk, I could pretty much get him to do whatever I wanted.
He was completely suggestible!"
"Wow!" Sarah exclaimed, impressed. "In college that can come in very
handy! There are tons of drunk people!"
"I know! Now tell me your news," Seth encouraged.
"Well, first of all, Betty thinks that you are totally hot," she told
her brother.
"Well, she's not too bad herself," Seth chuckled.
"It turns out that she thinks I'm pretty hot too," Sarah continued.
"A woman with excellent taste," Seth responded with a grin.
"She'd also be quite happy to have you as a playmate in bed, even as
fuck-buddies if you don't want a girlfriend," Sarah informed him.
"Really?" Seth asked with interest.
"She's also got some experience," Sarah said. "You could do worse in a
first fuck."
"Are you encouraging this?" Seth asked.
"Not quite yet, because of the next thing that I found out," Sarah told
her twin.
"Which is?" he asked impatiently.
"Well, she was up when I fell asleep, so I visited with her," Sarah
said.
"No kidding? And you discovered something interesting?" Seth pressed.
"Did I ever!" Sarah blurted out. She then proceeded to tell Seth the
fantasy that Betty had been masturbating to.
Seth was quite surprised when he heard the part about Betty eating
Sarah. "She's bi?"
"Very much so," Sarah told him, "but that's not the most interesting
part of the fantasy."
"Really? Then what is?" Seth queried.
Sarah glanced down and saw that Seth's shorts were quite tented. She
smirked at him.
Noticing her look, Seth said, "I'll tell you what. If you're not
completely soaked, then you can smirk!"
"Fine!" Sarah confessed. "I admit it. I'm as turned on as you are. Now
let me finish!"
"So finish then!" Seth insisted.
"Well, after our little orgasm - well, really, really big orgasm - I
couldn't help myself. I went through her sexual memories."
"And what did you find?" Seth prompted.
"I found out that this girl's fondest desire is to be someone's
submissive little plaything," she told her awestruck brother.
"A submissive plaything?" he echoed incredulously.
"Yup. She wishes she could find someone who would make her do
unspeakable sexual acts. Someone who would 'force' her to do anything
they wanted, even if she didn't want to."
"Wow!" Seth intoned quietly.
"Wow indeed!" Sarah agreed.
They sat there quietly for a moment, looking at each other.
"I know that look in your eye," Seth said. "What are you thinking about
doing?"
Sarah looked nervous as she uttered, "I want to do that to her."
"Do what?" Seth asked.
"I want to control her," Sarah said quietly.
"Why?" an amazed Seth asked.
"For two reasons," Sarah enumerated. "First, I think it would be very
cool to give her the fantasy that she's been longing for since she
practically knew what sex was. And second..."
Sarah looked at her brother while grinning demurely. "Second, it would
be fun for me!"
"Given the way you felt when I tied you up, I'd think you'd be more
comfortable on the other end," Seth recounted with a smile.
"I think I'd enjoy being on both sides of that," Sarah admitted.
"Though I can get the other side from visiting Betty's memories."
"This doesn't really sound like something you'd do," Seth pointed out.
"You're this sweet, innocent little virgin. How are you going to be
able to dominate someone else?"
"I have fantasies, just like everyone else," Sarah protested. "I've
read stories. You're right, it's not really who I am, but we're
starting a new chapter of our lives now, and I want to try being
someone else for a while, someone who's not a sweet, innocent virgin."
"OK," Seth rejoined skeptically. "But listen, are you sure that it's
alright to do this? I mean I have lots of fantasies that I might not
really want to come true."
"I thought about that," Sarah affirmed in a rush. "But if I visit with
her regularly, then I should be able to tell how she's really taking
it."
Seth mused for a bit, thinking about what Sarah had said. Sarah looked
at him expectantly, as if awaiting permission to do what she wanted.
"Look, we need to be careful, but I think more experimentation like
this is not necessarily a bad thing," Seth conceded. "Does this mean I
won't get to pop my cherry with her?"
"All you want is in her pants!" Sarah laughed, throwing a pillow at her
brother. Then she leaned forward and said conspiratorially, "Give me a
little time, and you'll get more than you dreamed of!"
"I think there are naughty things hatching in that evil mind of yours!"
Seth chided with a laugh.
"There sure are!" Sarah replied. "Now let me go back and start putting
my plans into action!" She walked to the door and took a knowing glance
back at Seth's crotch. "And you can go deal with that!"
Seth stuck his tongue out at his sister as she left. Nevertheless, he
quickly did as she had suggested.
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Sarah got back to the room before Betty got up. Sarah looked at Betty,
who was lying on the bed, the blankets covering up to her waist.
Betty's small breasts were exposed, and Sarah saw that her shorts were
still on the floor. Sarah slowly pulled the blanket down farther,
exposing Betty's shaved pussy and she could see dried girl-cum on
Betty's thighs. Sarah went to Betty's closet and browsed through her
clothes, picking out a short skirt. Then she went to Betty's dresser
drawers and grabbed a cut off tee shirt.
"What are you doing in my stuff?" Betty asked.
Sarah turned around calmly, raking her eyes over Betty's nude form.
Betty blushed and pulled her blanket up to her neck. "Well?" she
insisted.
"I'm picking out your clothes for today," Sarah explained.
"You're picking out my clothes?" Betty asked, confused.
"Yes, I want to see how you look in them," the obdurate Sarah replied.
"But, but..." Betty stammered.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Sarah asked evenly, crossing her
arms and giving Betty a cold look.
"Um, no," Betty gave in.
"Fine," Sarah announced. "Then go shower before you get dressed." She
glanced down at Betty's blanket covered crotch. "I think you might be a
bit... dirty."
Betty blushed and said in a small voice, "OK."
Getting up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her as tightly as
possible Betty grabbed her towel and robe, and, then quickly slipped
out the door.
Sarah smiled and laid the tee shirt and skirt on the vacated bed. She
went back to the closet and picked up a pair of flip-flops and laid
them on the bed next to Betty's clothes. Then she went to her side of
the room and straightened up. She wondered how Betty would react. Would
she take a very long time, afraid to come back, or would she hurry
through her shower, eager to see what would happen?
A few minutes later Sarah's question was answered, as Betty hurried in.
She looked at the clothes on her bed, then peered uncertainly up at
Sarah. As she walked over to her dresser Sarah barked, "What are you
doing?"
Betty squinted over her shoulder at Sarah and replied "I'm getting some
panties."
"I said that I would be picking out your clothes, and they are on the
bed," Sarah said with an implacable smile.
Betty shuddered visibly, but she walked to her bed. Keeping her back to
Sarah, she dropped her robe and reached for the skirt, slipping it up
her legs. The bottom of the skirt was just under halfway between her
waist and her knees. She picked up the tee shirt and slipped it on,
then dropped the flip-flops to the floor and stepped into them. Then
she turned around to face Sarahwith an uncertain look on her face.
"Twirl for me," Sarah directed, rotating a finger to emphasize the
point.
Betty twirled slowly, but Sarah insisted, "Faster."
Betty twirled again, this time her skirt rising up to give a flash of
ass and pussy.
"Perfect!" Sarah proclaimed with a wide smile. Closing the distance,
still grinning, Sarahwent up to Betty and grabbed her in her arms,
giving her new friend a big hug and a small kiss on the cheek. Then
Sarah dropped her hands to the exposed skin over the back of Betty's
skirt, her thumbs resting just inside the waistband, as she leaned back
and a little and looked into Betty's wide eyes, their faces inches
apart.
"We are going to be such good friends!" Sarah said with glee. "Now
let's get our asses moving! I'm going to treat you to breakfast!"
The two girls hung out together the rest of the day. Sarah was
noticeably happy throughout, and soon Betty appeared to lose all her
nervousness. Most of the day, they acted like friends, but every now
and then Sarah did something that reminded Betty of the morning's
interlude.
In the grocery store, as they were walking through the frozen foods
section, Sarah commented, "I knew I would love you in that tee shirt!"
Betty looked down and saw that her clearly braless nipples were as hard
as bullets, completely visible through her shirt. In reaction, Betty
started to cover them with her arms until Sarah simply ordered,
"Don't!"
Betty left them uncovered, embarrassed as she started to notice the
admiring glances from other patrons.
They were in the bookstore getting their required books for the
semester when Betty bent over to get one from the bottom shelf.
"Careful," Sarah cautioned, running her hand up under Betty's skirt and
gently squeezing her naked ass. "You almost flashed everyone!"
Betty dropped the book that she was reaching for and stood up, putting
her hand on the spot that Sarah had touched. Sarah just smiled and
walked over to get another book.
That evening they met up with Seth in the cafeteria. The trio got their
food and sat down. "Oh, I forgot napkins," Sarah said. "Betty, go get
them for me."
"Yes Sarah," Betty responded, getting up quickly.
"How's it going with her?" Seth inquired.
"Do you like her outfit?" Sarah asked.
"Yes," Seth said, looking at Betty's ass twitching as she walked away.
"That skirt and shirt are all she's wearing," Sarah informed him.
"No underwear?" Seth asked in surprise.
"I wouldn't let her wear any," Sarah advised.
"And she went along with that?" Seth asked, amazed.
Sarah only smiled.
Betty was back with the napkins shortly, and Sarah took them, gently
caressing Betty's face as she said, "Thanks, dear."
Betty blushed and touched the spot that Sarah had brushed.
They ate dinner with Sarah and Seth talking about what they had each
done that day, and what their first day of school would be like
tomorrow. Betty was quiet, except when one of the twins asked her a
question.
That night the girls were in their rooms getting ready for bed. Betty
picked out a tee shirt and the shorts that she had worn the previous
night. "What are you doing?" Sarah asked.
"Getting into pajamas," Betty answered meekly.
"Wear what you wore last night," Sarah commanded.
Betty looked momentarily as if she might argue, then just nodded her
head and put the tee shirt back in the drawer. She slipped off the
shirt she was wearing and put it in her hamper, then slipped off the
skirt and did the same. Before she climbed into bed, she picked up her
shorts, but Sarah stopped her again.
"As I recall, when I saw you this morning, you weren't wearing those,"
Sarah said.
Betty blushed and sputtered, "But...", her eyes wild, her shorts held
in front of her crotch.
As she stood frozen there, Sarah waved her hand and continued, "That's
OK. You don't have to listen to what I tell you to do if you don't want
to." She went to her desk and sat down, her back to Betty, ignoring her.
Without Betty realizing it, Sarah watched her in the reflection on the
computer monitor. Betty was clearly torn. She stood there for over a
minute, moving her hand just slightly up and down, unable to figure out
what to do. It was clear to Sarah the moment that Betty made her
decision.
Betty straightened up and dropped the shorts on the floor by her feet.
"Sarah," she said quietly.
Hiding a smile, Sarah turned her chair around, slowly raking her eyes
from the shorts on the floor, up her legs, over her pussy, her gaze
caressing Betty's breasts, before looking her in the eyes. "Yes?" she
asked.
"I'm sorry," Betty entreated. Sarah merely waited.
"I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you," Betty went on, a blush working
its way down her chest. "I still want you to tell me what to do."
"Are you entirely sure?" Sarah asked lightly. "I wouldn't want to make
you uncomfortable."
"Yes, I'm sure," Betty answered contritely.
Sarah got up and bounced over to Betty. She wrapped her arms around the
naked girl and gave her a light kiss on the lips. This time she rested
her hands on the top of Betty's ass, and she said, "We are going to
have so much fun this year!"
Betty closed her eyes and shuddered, and Sarah could smell her
excitement. Actually, Sarah wasn't sure whose excitement she could
smell, because, as she was surprised to discover, she was sexually
excited as well! She had known that she was going to enjoy controlling
Betty, but she hadn't realized what a sexual rush it would be.
Sarah waited until Betty opened her eyes again, gave her another quick
peck, then released her and went to her bed. Betty went to her own bed,
laid on top of the sheets and picked up her schedule for the next day,
attempting to read it.
Sarah went over to her bed and glanced at the schedule sitting on her
pillow. Then she stood next to her bed and faced towards Betty. She
slowly pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it into her hamper.
Next, she gracefully reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She was
not looking at Betty, but in her peripheral vision she could feel
Betty's struggle not to look directly at her. Betty's eyes kept darting
her eyes from the page to Sarah's body.
At the point when Sarah shrugged the bra off, Betty lost her struggle.
The paper lay ignored on her lap as she stared at Sarah's bare breasts.
Adding to the sexual tension, Sarah wiggled her hips to get her pants
off, leaving her standing in just her peach colored panties. She sat
down and looked at her feet.
"Damn, my toenails need polishing, and I'm just not up to it!" Sarah
remarked. She examined her feet for another moment before asking Betty,
"Would you do it, Betty?"
Betty pulled her eyes up to meet Sarah's and said, "Sure. I'd be happy
to."
"Great!" Sarah said, pulling out a little bottle of polish.
Betty stood up and looked at the tee shirt and shorts that she had
removed. "Don't bother getting dressed," Sarah directed. "I wouldn't
want to put you out."
Betty again looked like she might argue at first, but then she just
walked over to stand in front of Sarah. "Do you want to swing your feet
up on the bed?" she asked.
"No, that's OK," Sarah replied. "You can just do it on the floor." She
handed Betty the bottle of polish, and Betty knelt at her feet. Sarah
lifted her foot and put it firmly on Betty's thigh.
For the next ten minutes, Sarah browsed through a magazine while Betty
carefully applied the polish. When she was done, Sarah looked at her
toes, pointed at one of them and told Betty, "Reapply that nail." There
was nothing wrong with the polish on the nail; Sarah just wanted Betty
to obey her unquestioningly.
When Betty was done, Sarah looked at her toes again and said,
"Perfect!" She stroked her hand through Betty's hair and rubbed the
side of her face. "You're such a good little girl. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Betty breathed, rubbing her face into Sarah's hand
like a house pet might.
Sarah pulled her kneeling friend upright and stood in front of her.
Sarah wrapped her arms around Betty's torso, this time pressing her
much larger breasts into Betty's smaller ones. Betty gasped as she felt
the heat there, as well as through Sarah's panties.
"You've done so well today," Sarah complimented her. "Now go to bed.
And do me a favor. I'm worried that I'll have trouble falling asleep,
you know, this being the first time I've really been away from home, so
can you stay awake until you're sure that I'm asleep?"
"Of course," Betty acknowledged.
"Excellent! Good night," Sarah told Betty, then brushed her lips over
Betty's.
Sarah climbed into her bed - careful not to ruin her nails - still only
in her panties, and turned off her light. Betty slowly went to her own
bed and sat up on the headboard, glancing over at Sarah frequently.
Sarah fell asleep with a smile on her face.
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Chapter 8
Sarah quickly started her visit, but just as quickly she realized the
person whose head she was in was not Betty. She quickly broke the
connection and tried to keep her mind in the state that would allow her
to visit. She quickly landed in another mind, and she rejected that one
as well. The third mind she visited was Betty's. As Sarah filed away
her little side trips for later consideration, she observed that
Betty's mind was in absolute turmoil.
Betty had given up taking peeks over at Sarah, and was instead staring
at her body. Her eyes kept moving up and down, from the panties (which
Sarah just noticed had a wet spot) to Sarah's exposed breasts, up to
her peaceful face. Betty didn't know how to feel. She was terrified,
but she wasn't sure why.
Part of her was appalled that Sarah, who was so nice, was treating her
this way. Another part of her was horrified that Sarah might stop
treating her this way. Still a different part was disgusted that she
was horrified that Sarah might stop treating her this way. Betty was
valiantly trying to sort out the feelings and apply rational judgment,
but her pussy wasn't letting her.
Betty thought that she had to tell Sarah to stop treating her like a
pet. She was a college freshman, and she didn't need another girl to
tell her what to do. Then she thought again about Sarah treating her
like a pet. Up flashed an image of herself on her hands and knees,
collar around her neck, crawling down the walk in front of the dorm,
her leash held in Sarah's hand, and she couldn't help it; her pussy
squirted. That, in turn, made her think about something she saw in a
sex catalogue once, and the image of herself as Sarah's pet was
modified so that there was a butt plug with a tail on the end of it
sticking out of her ass... another gush.
Betty knew that she had always fantasized about someone controlling
her, but now that it was happening, she wasn't sure if she could
continue. Imagine, all year being at the beck and call of Sarah, being
forced to paint her nails and wash her hair.
"Fuck it!" Betty screamed in her mind. "Fuck my brain. Fuck rational
thought. That wonderful bitch in the other bed can do anything she
wants, as long as she makes my pussy feel this way!"
Betty sat up on her bed sideways, so she could have a better view of
the sleeping Sarah. Her fingers reached down and started separating her
pussy lips. Sarah started sifting through Betty's memories, attempting
to see how Betty felt during their actions this morning. She recognized
the confusion present when Betty saw Sarah going through her drawers.
Sarah's proclamation further confused her, but the steel in her voice
when she told Betty to wear the clothes she picked out excited her.
She had been embarrassed when she left for the shower, but once there,
it was all she could do not to touch herself more than necessary to get
clean. She couldn't wait to get back to see what Sarah was intending.
The hug that Sarah gave her almost made her cum.
Betty had enjoyed being with Sarah during the day, but her body and
mind were conflicted when Sarah had fondled her ass and had pointed out
her engorged nipples in public. When Sarah had insisted that Betty sleep
nude, Betty had been ready to rebel. Sarah couldn't do that to her. Then
Sarah had made it clear what she was doing.
"You don't have to listen to what I tell you to do, if you don't want
to, " resounded in Betty's mind. It echoed over and over again. "...
listen to what I tell you to do... " Sarah was going to tell me what to
do. There was no hinting. No sneaky suggestions. "You don't have to
listen... " Sarah was going to tell me what to do, but she was leaving
it up to me to decide if I wanted to listen. " ... tell you to do... "
Someone was going to tell me what to do.
It took a minute for the answer to resolve itself, but in the end there
was really no question. By the time the shorts hit the floor, Betty had
determined to do whatever Sarah required of her.
Then Sarah had stripped. Betty absolutely worshiped Sarah's body. She
knew that her own body was too scrawny, her breasts too small, her face
too plain. But Sarah's body was perfection. She could imagine suckling
on those luscious breasts for hours!
Sarah got a little embarrassed from the memory of the adulation that
Betty felt for her body. But, in pulling up a memory from when Betty
had first met her, she realized that this reverence was something that
she had not instilled in Betty. She had felt this way since the first
moment that she had laid eyes on Sarah and her twin brother.
Still more memories bubbled to the surface. Betty remembered sitting on
the floor at Sarah's feet, polishing her nails. Before opening the
polish, she could smell Sarah's excitement. Then she was polishing
Sarah's nails while kneeling on the floor, completely naked. It didn't
feel wrong. It felt right to be on the floor at Sarah's feet. In
fact...
Betty gathered up her blanket almost before Sarah realized the thought,
and she got up and walked over to Sarah's bed. She threw the blanket on
the floor by the side of the bed, and lay down on it. "This feels
right."
Betty couldn't wait anymore. Mere seconds after stretching out on the
blanket, she dipped her finger deep into herself as she imagined the
days yet to come. She imagined being forced to expose herself like she
almost did in the store. She imagined being forced to have sex with
strange people for Sarah's entertainment. And best of all, she imagined
having to spend hours licking Sarah's perfect pussy.
Instantly overcome, Betty quickly turned her head and grabbed the
blanket in her mouth as one of her strongest orgasms ever overtook her.
She screamed as quietly as she could, but she did scream. Her whole body
was arched and tensed with the stress of the orgasm. Her hands were
soaked, and as she collapsed back onto her blanket, she pulled them up
to her face, imagining that her smell was Sarah's.
By that point, Betty's mind was fried, and Sarah's was almost as spent.
Sarah delved in a little deeper, pulling a few more fantasies out, but
Betty was too exhausted to even get excited about them. Betty quickly
fell asleep, ejecting Sarah from her brain.
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The next morning, Sarah awoke first. She remembered the night before,
and looked down at the side of the bed. Sure enough, there was Betty,
stretched out nude below her on the blanket. Sarah got an idea, and she
quickly started masturbating through her panties, thinking about the
things that she was planning for Betty. She didn't cum, but she
refreshed the fluid in her panties, then, slipping them off, she
carefully dropped them on Betty's face. Then Sarah stood up with her
legs on either side of Betty's head and gently kicked the side of
Betty's face.
Betty awoke looking up into Sarah's glistening snatch. She realized
there was something on her face, and she got a deep whiff before she
reached up and pulled it off of her.
"I'm sorry," Sarah said, looking down at Betty. "I didn't realize that
you were down there." She didn't move for a minute, then asked, "Come
to think of it, why are you there?"
Betty looked up and didn't know what to say.
Without waiting for an answer, Sarah peered over at the clock and
asked, "What time is your first class?"
"11:00," Betty croaked groggily.
"Mine is 10:00, so we'll have a little time to talk," Sarah told her.
"I'm going to take a shower. Get up now. Clean this place up while I'm
gone; when I'm back you can take your shower and then we'll talk, OK?"
"OK," Betty replied.
After Sarah left to perform her morning ablutions, Betty took a few
deep, deep breaths from Sarah's panties, then cleaned up as she was
instructed. When Sarah returned to the room, she sent Betty to take her
shower.
Sarah took the blanket that Betty had folded on her bed and placed it
on the floor in front of a chair. She put on a short robe, tied
loosely, so that her breasts were covered but evident, and so that when
she spread her legs her pussy would show. Finally, she sat there waiting
for Betty to come in.
Betty was back fairly quickly, and after she shut the door Sarah
pointed to the blanket on the floor and said, "Kneel here."
Betty knelt at Sarah's feet with her eyes down. "Look at me," Sarah
instructed. Betty looked up at her roommate as Sarah considered what to
say.
"Do you understand what is happening?" Sarah continued.
Betty nodded.
"Are you sure?" she pressed.
Again, Betty nodded.
"Then tell me what's happening," Sarah instructed.
"You are making me your slave," Betty said.
"Is that what you want?" Sarah asked.
Betty nodded.
"Tell me what you want," Sarah demanded. "Make me believe that it's
what you really want."
"Mistress, I want to be your slave," Betty pleaded, looking into
Sarah's eyes with an open and trusting look.
"First of all, I'm Sarah, not Mistress," Sarah growled. Betty nodded.
"Second, do you realize what I will do to you?"
Betty shrugged and nodded.
Sarah leaned forward until her face was inches from Betty's. "I'm going
to make you do whatever strikes my fancy." Betty nodded. "I'm going to
humiliate you in public." Betty nodded. "I'm going to make you sleep
with other people because I feel like it." Betty nodded. "Boys and
girls." Betty nodded. "Sometimes together." Betty closed her eyes
momentarily, then nodded. "I'm going to use you for all my errands, to
do my laundry and to take care of my needs." Betty nodded.
Sarah sat back, spreading her legs a little. Betty's eyes went right to
Sarah's pussy.
"Tell me why," Sarah demanded.
Betty's glazed eyes whipped up to Sarah's.
"What?" Betty asked.
"You have to admit that this idea is not exactly in the mainstream. If
I went up to someone and told them that I would do to them what I am
going to do to you, they would have laughed at me," Sarah said. "Why
are you dripping on the floor instead?"
Betty glanced down; Sarah had been speaking metaphorically, not
realizing that her assertion was literally true. Remembering her
orders, Betty quickly looked back up at Sarah and struggled with what
to say. "How did you know you could do these things to me?" she asked
instead.
"I asked you first," Sarah countered with a smile.
Betty cleared her throat and responded, "I know that I put on a brave
front; I've always been very self sufficient, a very modern woman. When
I had sex with someone, it was on my terms. But deep down, for a reason
that I don't really understand, it's not what I wanted. I want to be
controlled; I get a sexual surge when you tell me what to do and it's
so strong it overrides everything else, even my common sense. On top of
that, I didn't tell you this before, but I'm bisexual. I find both girls
and boys attractive. And I find you very, very attractive."
"So why not sleep with me instead of putting up with this?" Sarah
asked.
"If that was all I could get, I would take it," Betty asserted. "But
like I said, when you tell me to do something, it practically makes me
cum."
"Do you like pain?" Sarah continued, changing the subject slightly.
"What do you mean?" Betty queried.
"Do you want me to whip you?" Sarah asked.
"Well, it gets me very hot thinking about getting a spanking, and some
light pain is very nice, but I don't think I'd like to be whipped
hard," Betty admitted.
"Nipple clamps?" Sarah asked.
Betty shivered. "I might not mind that," she said in a quiet voice.
"Humiliation?" Sarah queried.
"Small humiliations," Betty replied.
"What does that mean?" Sarah asked.
"If you make me do something in front of a few people that I don't know
too well, that's fine. Posting a video of me fucking a dog so the whole
campus knows it - I just don't think I could take that," Betty
explained.
Sarah smiled and leaned forward, grabbing Betty's chin and looking into
her eyes. "You're the only bitch that's going to get fucked here."
"Yes, Sarah," she said with a small smile.
"If I wanted a good grade, so I gave you to an old professor for a
weekend to do with as he wishes?" Sarah quizzed.
"I would be thinking of you the whole time, and how happy I was making
you," Betty assented while nodding.
"Doing my laundry?" Sarah went on.
"Can I sniff your panties?" Betty pleaded.
"Ha!" Sarah barked. "Oh, I am going to love you!" Betty glowed.
"Seriously, how would you feel about doing chores for me," Sarah asked.
"It would make me feel special," Betty confided.
"And how would you feel when I wanted to go out with a guy?" Sarah
asked.
"Would you allow me to lick his cum from you?" Betty almost panted.
"If I said no?"
"I still would not have a problem with it," Betty said.
"Another girl?" Sarah asked.
"I'm your slave, not your girlfriend," Betty explained.
"So no jealousy?" Sarah asked.
"None," Betty replied assuredly.
Sarah sat back and thought for a moment. She moved her leg back and
forth, and Betty's gaze was pulled to her pussy again. "You know, I'm
still a virgin, and I'm not sure how I feel about girls, sexually
speaking," Sarah revealed. "How would you feel if I never did anything
sexual with you?"
"You already have," Betty answered honestly. "But if you mean that I
can never touch you, I'll be hugely disappointed, but I'd still want to
be your slave."
"What if I decided that a tongue is a tongue, so you can do me, but I
wasn't interested in muff diving?"
"Then I would do my best to make you cum screaming every time that you
let me," Betty said.
Sarah smiled warmly down at Betty. "Stand up," she told her.
Betty immediately stood up in front of Sarah. "Here are the rules,"
Sarah began enumerating.
"First of all, you do what I say, when I say it, regardless of where
you are or whom you're with."
"I understand," Betty said.
"Second, I am not some kind of dominatrix. When I am requiring you to
do things, you are my slave Betty. When I am not, you are my roommate,
and I am just Sarah."
"I..." Betty began. She paused for a moment, then said, "It will be
hard to separate sometimes, but I'll try. Please tell me if I am doing
it wrong."
"Oh, I will," Sarah confirmed with a smile. "If you misbehave, you will
be punished. I'm not sure how yet, but it will be inventive, and you
will be very sorry, do you understand?"
"Yes, Sarah," Betty chimed obediently.
"Final rule," Sarah emphasized. "Any grade lower than a B and this is
over. I won't tell you to do anything ever again."
"On any test?" Betty whined in dismay.
"No, a low grade on a test or paper is permissible, as long as your
final semester grade is a B or better. If it's not, this is all
history, so no slacking on schoolwork. Capiche? "
Betty nodded.
Sarah stood and dropped her robe, reaching forward and pulling Betty to
her so that they were standing pussy to pussy, nipple to nipple, nose to
nose. "I am going to make your darkest, most perverse fantasies come
true, my little slave."
Betty shivered and closed her eyes, and Sarah kissed her gently, but
passionately on the lips. Sarah backed up a half step and said, "I
meant what I said. I'm not sure how I feel about girl-on-girl sex, at
least inasmuch as it relates to me, but you've been so good, here's a
treat." Sarah reached down and scooped up some of the juices that were
flowing quite freely between her legs, then put her finger in Betty's
mouth. Betty moaned in ecstasy as she greedily cleaned Sarah's finger
with her tongue.
"Now, you little slut, get dressed in something sexy," Sarah instructed
when she reclaimed her finger. "No panties, no bra. And you'd better pay
attention in class. Remember, no B, no second chances."
"Yes, Sarah," Betty answered, then impulsively darted forward and
kissed Sarah on her lips before dancing over to her closet. Sarah shook
her head in amusement and got dressed herself, gathered up her books and
went to class.
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Chapter 9
Sarah met Seth at the student center for lunch. She sat down and he
passed her a key. "What's this?" she asked.
"A key to my room," Seth said.
"I think your roommate might mind if I just waltz in anytime I want,"
Sarah reasoned.
"No, he won't," Seth smiled. "I finally met him. He came to tell me
that he's living with his girlfriend off campus, but he doesn't want
his parents to know. He wants them to think he's living in the dorm, so
I get a private room!"
"That's great for you, but I don't mind that I have a roommate," Sarah
said.
"I'm sure that you don't", Seth agreed. "So tell me what happened."
Sarah looked around and there were no people too close by, so in a
quiet voice she described what happened.
"So she's OK with it?" Seth asked in amazement when she was done.
"Ok's not the word for it," Sarah said. "She was conflicted at first,
but she's resolved that now and she's very happy about it."
"Lucky you," Seth retorted.
"You might just end up lucky, too!" Sarah said.
"Promises, promises."
"Listen, I figured out something else last night too," Sarah revealed.
"I think it's a way to pick who you visit."
"How did you do that?" Seth shot back eagerly.
"It's not so much a way to pick exactly who you want to visit, as much
as quickly rejecting everyone else until the right person comes along,"
Sarah explained.
"But doesn't that take a really long time?" Seth asked.
"It didn't," Sarah answered. "Let's go somewhere this afternoon where
you can visit with me, and I'll show you."
"OK," Seth agreed.
After classes that day, they got into their car and drove out of town
to a fairly deserted area. Sarah pulled the car over and Seth went to
sleep. Something that both of them had gotten very good at over the
last year was falling asleep quickly when they wanted to. They both
wished that they could visit while awake, but they made the best of
what they had.
When Sarah felt Seth in her head, she replayed how she had selected
Betty last night.
"Oh, I get it now," Seth pulled from their dictionary.
Then, because Seth had asked, Sarah showed him all that had gone on
with Betty the last couple of days. When she had gone through all the
memories, she scoped out her brother, and she saw that he was rock
hard.
"Liked that, did you?" Sarah giggled.
Seth played back the memory of Betty raking her eyes slowly across
Sarah's body.
"Shut up, you perv!" Sarah thought.
Seth expressed his humor.
"Now get out of my head! I want to see how you made that guy do what
you wanted," Sarah demanded. She felt Seth pulling out.
As Seth woke up, Sarah leaned her seat back and went to sleep. A few
minutes later, she announced "I'm here!"
Seth replayed his visits from earlier in the week.
"That wasn't hard," Sarah commented in surprise.
"I know," Seth acknowledged. "You just need a person in the right state
of mind,"
Sarah visited Seth's mind for a while longer, catching up on how he was
dealing with college life. She saw the friends that he had made,
including a couple of cute girls. When she was done, she woke up and
they headed back. They didn't talk much during the ride; the volume of
information that they shared when visiting was far greater than a
conversation. Some mutual digestion of all they had absorbed from each
other was in order. However, as they pulled into their dorm parking
lot, Sarah announced innocently, "Friday's your birthday."
"Really?" Seth queried with a smile. "When's yours?"
"Shut up, idiot," Sarah said fondly. "I have a present for you, and it
will take a little time for you to examine it properly. Can I come to
your room at about four? Don't plan on doing anything else with your
evening."
"OK, I'll give you your present then as well," Seth said.
"I'll see you later," Sarah said. "Thanks for the key."
"Use it whenever you want," Seth said.
They hugged before Seth got off the elevator, and Sarah headed back to
her room.
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When Sarah got back to her room, Betty was sitting at her desk working
on her computer. "How was your day?" Sarah asked.
"Good," Betty answered. "I'm just reading ahead a little bit."
"Trying to keep up the grades?" Sarah asked with a smile.
"Yes, Sarah," Betty responded in a quiet voice.
"Good for you," Sarah replied, caressing Betty's head as she passed.
Betty pushed her head towards Sarah's hand as it moved away. Her
affectionate gesture didn't go unnoticed.
Sarah sat down and reviewed the day's classwork, and checked her class
schedule for the next day. After finishing, she insisted that they both
go down to dinner. When they came back, Sarah told Betty, "Get in your
pajamas."
"My pajamas?" Betty asked uncertainly.
"Yes, the same ones that you wore last night; the same ones that you're
going to wear every night."
"Yes, Sarah," Betty said, removing all of her clothes. When stripped,
she lay down on her bed and read.
Sarah finished what she was doing and stood up. Betty watched her as
she slowly removed all of her clothing. "Betty, I'm a little sore from
today. Come give me a massage."
"Yes, Sarah," Betty hissed breathlessly.
Sarah lay down on her bed, face down, and Betty came over to kneel next
to the bed. She began rubbing Sarah's back, but Sarah complained,
"That's not working. Climb up and sit on my butt and do that."
Betty did as Sarah directed, and soon Sarah was groaning in
contentment. As Betty worked her way down Sarah's back, Sarah told her,
"You know you're going to have to clean off that puddle that you're
making on my ass, don't you?"
"Yes, Sarah," Betty said, her whole body blushing. When she had
finished with Sarah's back she knelt at the foot of the bed and did
Sarah's calves and thighs. Betty couldn't keep her eyes off of Sarah's
pussy, which kept peeking out from between her legs.
When Betty finished Sarah's feet, she asked, "Would you like me to do
your front, Sarah?"
Sarah turned over, exposing her body to her roommate. She looked
carefully at Betty for a minute, then said, "I don't think so. But I
have to be honest, what you did turned me on. The thing is, I'm
embarrassed to get myself off in front of you. I think I'd be less
uncomfortable if you did it first, so go to your bed and masturbate."
"Really?" Betty asked, afraid.
"Well, if you don't, you can't do it again until the next time I ask
you. Will you do it?" Sarah asked.
"OK, Sarah," Betty gave in. She walked over to her bed and sat with her
back to the wall, opening her legs so that her pussy was visible to her
roommate. She moved her hands down and began slowly to rub herself, but
that changed quickly and soon she was plunging two fingers in and out of
herself. Within minutes she was shuddering in orgasm.
As she slumped against the wall, Sarah said, "You did that very well.
But I'm still not comfortable doing it in front of you, so lie down
facing the wall, and don't turn around until I fall asleep."
"Yes, Sarah," Betty sighed tiredly, and did what she was instructed.
Sarah took her time, but her orgasm, when it came, was a marvelous
thing, and she fell asleep quickly after.
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When Sarah woke up in the morning, she had cobwebs on her brain. She
nearly stepped on Betty when getting out of bed. Once again, Betty had
decided to sleep on the floor next to Sarah's bed.
"Get up lazybones," Sarah chided, nudging Betty with her foot. "Let's
go get Seth and go down to breakfast before classes."
They got ready for the day, then headed down to Seth's room. Sarah used
her key and opened the door. The t