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Remote Possibilities Ch. 01

By: Braindard



As Andrew walked out the door he glanced at his older sister, leant over the kitchen counter and reading her magazine. Holy shit he thought, his friends were right - she was a knockout. It was hard to admit that about her when she acted like such a bitch around him all the time, he wanted nothing to do with giving her any praise. But the truth remained, her luscious dark brown hair, pulled back in a ponytail, and below that a slim waist that led down to her graspable butt made her sexy simply from behind. But that wasn't all, her perky overflowing breasts that he had seen many times in her various seductive bras as she walked nonchalantly around the house were a constant draw on him, he wished he could just pause time for a second and have his way with them; he'd take handfuls of her beautiful chest, easily a 36C, and at LEAST see what they felt like. Hell, he'd do a lot more to her than that, she was easily the sexiest girl he knew... if only they weren't brother and sister. 

Abby was no more than 5'8" and a 120 lbs. dripping wet, like the times Andrew saw her in that tight rope-mesh bikini that barely contained her gorgeous breasts and showed off the body that she'd sculpted from years of yoga, running and her own pure vanity. Yet every time his eyes were filled with glimpses of Abby walking down the hall in a pair of pajama pants and a tiny bra, or less, it seems she'd be waiting for him to look - and she'd yell out:

"See something you like, ya little perv," or "You wish! I bet my bra's the only one you'll ever see, haha!"

And yet, any time he and Abby were alone in the house, it seemed he'd always 'accidentally' catch her in various states of undress. Whether her bedroom door was open or she was undressing at the perfect angle to the bathroom mirror for Andrew to have his world rocked as he breezed through the hall. Though if he were to challenge her she'd undoubtedly have his head. Something about the way Abby was always on him seemed to have the opposite effect on him, however; he often found that during times he and his sister were apart he grew to miss their little day-to-day battling and of course, the glimpses of her tanned and toned perfection. That didn't mean, however, that there weren't times that Abby could be downright nasty. If she was feeling particularly off on a given day, she'd cause all levels of hell with Andrew and his parents or find ways to mess his life up in any way possible. She'd even smack him or pinch him hard enough to cause some actual pain when she felt up to it, and it was all Andrew could do not to let her have it, maybe even dish out some payback for her little teasing episodes.

And the funny thing was that Andrew was far from incapable of defending himself. At 6'0" and 200 lbs. he was certainly a guy people didn't casually mess with. 'Why did he put up with it?' he frequently asked himself. Andrew had been protecting and sticking up for Abby for years now, even smacking a few guys around that he thought deserved it for wronging his big sister. Despite that, Andrew thought, Abby was constantly patronizing him in front of her friends, or teasing him in a skimpy little outfit only to chastise him seconds later. He was no dummy, she did it intentionally probably getting a little rush from it herself, and he knew it. But as of yet, he'd never done more than accidentally bump her with his crotch as he passed her in the laundry room or walk in on her after a shower barely covered in a towel with the side of her breast clumsily covered. And she certainly had gone no further herself, though Andrew believed she was constantly pushing the envelope, wearing skimpier outfits and sex-ifying even as simple a task as emptying the dishwasher or watching TV. 

Only a few days earlier, while Andrew was watching some crappy television on a weekday morning, Abby had come strolling in wearing that could hardly be classified as clothing. It was a cotton shirt she had cut herself that just nearly came to the bottom of her breasts. As he drank a glass of cold orange juice that morning he nearly spit it out as she plopped down on the couch, her tits shaking at the motion. Of course Abby had no interest in watching Andrew's television choices so she bitched at him to give up the remote. When that didn't work she lounged out on the couch, sprawling and completely distracting Andrew with the smooth curves of her criminally seductive body. Even worse was that after a few minutes of her lounging on the couch it had ridden up so that the bottom of her breasts were clearly revealed. Andrew couldn't help but stare; he barely even noticed what was flashing across the television screen, apparently his program had ended and a history program had taken its place. He was far from noticing the television though as he took in a sight he couldn't believe. As his stiff rod started poking through the thin shorts he was wearing he covered his lap with a pillow. Sure enough, not a minute later Abby asked to borrow that very pillow despite the others strewn about the room.

"Can't you get another one," he said back attempting to sound natural.

"I don't feel like getting up, come on, you're not using it for anything, right?" Abby shot back at him, ending the sentence in a snarky way that told him she knew what her little display was doing to him.

When he handed it to her he could see that she made a quick glance to his crotch and she even failed to hold back a little smile as she saw his huge tent. Andrew couldn't stand being there with her anymore and as he left to go take a cold shower Abby shouted after him,

"What's the matter little bro, don't you like watching TV with me."

He could see her from the stairs deliberately pressing her breasts together, showing the underboob even more to the point that if he wasn't mistaken he could actually make out a nipple beginning to make its way under the hem of shirt. She had won this little battle, and now not only succeeded in gaining control of the remote but in causing her brother an erection that wouldn't be going away any time soon.

Nevertheless, the two got along surprisingly well at times; Andrew found he had an uncanny ability to make her laugh and show of that full, stunning smile of hers. They often played each other in basketball or golf or anything they could possibly compete in. At times Andrew almost thought things couldn't be better, but then one of her friends would come around, and God forbid it was a guy because Abby would want nothing to do with Andrew but to mock him or ignore him in front of her friends. It seemed drive her crazy that a few of her friends and even one of her best college roommates, Melanie, took a liking to Andrew. And that was the way things went, Andrew and Abby getting along at times and Andrew putting up with Abby's crap in between, never failing to notice every day when he saw her for the first time that she was an absolute 10 out of 10.

So as Andrew closed the door behind him he did as he normally had and just shut her out. There was no point in thinking about her if nothing would ever come of it. Hell, in the end she was his sister and though Andrew's 18-year body reacted to being within 100 feet of any good-looking female, he knew his boundaries. Besides, despite her teasing, he actually did just fine with girls. He'd even had sex a few times, though if he was perfectly honest none of them had quite the firm abdomen, softly tanned skin, cute face or the extent of any of Abby's genetic make-up. If she wasn't wicked smart too, he was sure she'd have gone into modeling.

Walking down the street, Andrew instead thought of meeting his buddy Mike at the mall where they'd hopefully catch a movie with any number of their young female friends. Abby of course was too cool for the mall and was planning on staying home to work on her tan by the pool and read a novel: topless of course, since she was alone. Though Andrew obviously didn't know that little detail or going to the mall may have become an afterthought. When Andrew finally got to the mall about ten minutes later, he walked in the doors and pulled out his phone as the cool air-conditioning hit him like a wave of relief. By now beads of sweat would be forming on his sister's smooth skin, and her breasts would be sticking up to the sky proudly the way most girls wish theirs did. He smirked to himself and shook the thought out of his head - what had gotten into him today? It was probably that damn shirt she was wearing, revealing her belly button and clinging tightly to her upper body, the little flap where she cut her tank top along the neck hanging atop one of her breasts; as if any more cleavage was necessary, he thought. Or maybe it was the tiny cotton shorts, or maybe... he cut himself off and focused instead on getting Mike on the phone.

"Hello," Mike answered groggily.

Andrew knew instantly that Mike had just rolled out of bed.

"What the hell Mike, we are supposed to meet at the mall today!" Andrew practically shouted into the phone.

"No way man," he protested, "we specifically said Saturday and you are a day early."

It dawned on Andrew that Mike may have been right, he sometimes did things like this - mixing up the day of the week and all. It was hard to keep track of them when every day before he started his summer job was as hot as the next and they all sort of melded together. Whatever, Andrew thought, and hung up with Mike after agreeing to see him there the next day. Mike laughed lightly at him and suggested that he have a nice time alone at the mall.

"So, what should I do?" Andrew thought as he scanned the area. He browsed a few stores but it became quickly apparent that the mall was not really the attraction for guys like Andrew. He'd really only been there to mess around with friends and maybe even get a little attention from Hannah Donley, the cute little blond he had been chatting up recently. So when his eyes locked onto the small store next to the men's suit store with the simple sign that said Gadget and Things, he figured he'd check it out and then head home.

The store wasn't exactly what he'd expected. Sure it had a nice selection of cell-phone cases, all the latest handhelds and accessories, but it had a certain flare that drew him in deeper. Passed all the consumer brands and shiny, new products was a U-shaped display full of things Andrew could not place. The few patrons of the store lingered only a moment or two before another took their place or they purchased their things and moved on. The only person working the store that he could see was a strong featured man with a discerning look on his face, worn with age. He nodded to Andrew as he rang up a customer and Andrew looked closer at the cases. There was certainly something special about each one of the items, from the camera lenses with after-market dials and switches to the tablet devices that each resembled one of the years hot-ticket items but also had some sort of attachment or modification. The environment was not like shops you might wander into in New York City with advertisements for every deal under the sun and not a stitch of glass showing through the blanket of cheap electronics. No, each item was thoughtfully placed with a simple placard next to it that explained the modification and the, sometimes, extremely high prices. 

Being a bit of a computer buff himself, Andrew found that each item was more interesting than the next. The tablet he was currently looking at apparently had been modified to create three-dimensional scans of its environment and provide calculations of area, volume, humidity and even air quality and make-up. The handheld gadget arranged on a miniature putting green apparently tracked the included golf ball, found it within inches and calculated spin, velocity and errors in the user's golf swing all in one device that was no larger than a cell phone. 

Having rung up the last customer in the store, the old man wandered over towards Andrew.

"I see you've found the good stuff, hardly anybody stops to look for real value anymore," he said as he glanced toward all the inferior product at the front of the store, "but I've got to sell it if I want to keep tinkering, my true passion."

Somehow, Andrew didn't believe that this man was paying for all of the gadgetry displayed in front of him with the proceeds from a ten dollar phone case the woman in the floral shirt had just purchased for her whiney teenager. But there was a softness and wisdom in the man's voice that made him want to hear more.

"I can hardly believe all of this, did you make it all yourself?" Andrew questioned.

"Sure did!" replied the old man proudly, "Of course I have a few friends that consistently help me out in implementing my designs, but the vast majority was made by yours truly."

"And does it all work the way these descriptions say?" Andrew asked again, doubtfully.

Rather than say another word, the old man pulled out what looked like a child's toy in the shape of a robot that Andrew had been looking down at. He had seen things like it at the Sharper Image or one of those luxury stores where you sat in a massage chair before you left and bought nothing. Expecting it to dance as the old man pressed its power button, Andrew could not believe his eyes as the tiny machine turned toward its master and mimicked both his posture and the old man's chin stroking with his left hand. Then he spoke to it:

"How are you doing robot?"

Andrew anticipated the tiny mechanical man would repeat the phrase in a classic computerized voice, but nearly choked when it responded in a human-like voice,

"Just fine Jim, how are you today?

"Thanks for asking," he responded, getting a kick out of the bewildered look on Andrew's face, "I'm having a great time talking to my young friend..." he looked to Andrew for his name.

"A..Andrew," he sputtered out.

Then the robot pivoted on its hips toward Andrew and greeted him as well. After about five minutes of banter back and forth with the robot, Andrew eventually regained speech and asked it questions about the weather, or even about the personality traits of the current president. Anything they asked of it the robot had a decent answer for. But there was no question that this dark little store had more than met the eye, and it was possible that Andrew was the first to see its true wonders.

"Do you believe me now?" the old man asked unassumingly.

"Are you kidding," Andrew said in amazement, "I could be here all damn day."

The old man, whom the Robot had called Jim, laughed at Andrew's response, and they launched into discussions about everything in the store and just about anything else. Andrew couldn't get enough conversation with the man, who seemed as interested in Andrew as he was in Jim's abilities. They stopped just long enough for Jim to ring up a few customers or answer their shallow questions about the best phone case or newest point-and-shoot digital camera. Not one of them stopped for more than a second when the robot Jim had left to stand on the counter followed them with its LED eyes and said "Hi," while waving with at them with its robotic arm.

At lunch Jim closed up the store and they sat together at a local hot-dog stand putting away two ketchup-slathered dogs and a ice-cold soda each before returning to the store. When they walked back in, Jim said he had something to show Andrew and to make sure the sign remained turned to "closed" for a minute. Jim went into the back while Andrew played around with the robot, or 'AInstein,' as Jim had coined him. After a minute or two, Jim reemerged carrying a wooden box with beautiful carvings in a band around its sides. Atop it was a complex, built-in combination lock and fingerprint scanner. Jim proceeded to unlock the box and take out its contents, Andrew's view blocked by Jim's torso as he did so.

"You know," he paused as he said this, "every fiber of my being is telling me to toss this thing into the deepest, darkest ocean and never show it to anyone again..."

Andrew was literally drooling in anticipation.

"But I've never been one to follow my instincts, so check this out."

Jim leaned over the display with a thin electronic device, clearly a touch-screen, about the size of a 8.5" by 11" sheet of paper folded in half. It had a metal armband attached to it that appeared to stretch to accommodate its user. 

"So, without going into too many specifics, I'll just tell you that this is a universal remote," Jim said matter-of-factly. "I came across the most important piece when I was learning from a mentor many years ago and I may or may not have been snooping in his basement. He didn't know it at the time, but he had come across something well beyond either of our understandings...well, let me just show you."

Jim pressed the singular physical button on the device, a power button, and the device sprang to life. It seemed to function much like any other contemporary touch-screen device, but if Andrew had learned anything in his time with Jim today, it was that nothing in this store was ordinary. So when Jim pointed the device at one of his display cases and all of the devices turned on at once upon the touch of a button, Andrew was hardly surprised.

"Cool," he said with a bit less enthusiasm than he had approached Jim's other inventions, which Jim sensed.

"Just you wait, Andrew, don't give up on me yet," Jim flung back at him.

Next he walked toward the simple display racks in the front of the store and typed something, pressed another button on the screen, and all three display cases which Andrew would never had guessed were motorized began to spin around. 'Something strange is going on,' Andrew's mind told him, but knowing Jim, the cases could have easily been rigged already. Then Jim did something Andrew didn't expect, he quickly typed something into the device and pointed it toward a pretty young girl who was peering into the store to see what was inside. As soon as he did so, the girl seemed to forget what she was doing and walk in, looking a bit confused after she had taken a few steps inside. 

"Hello there," the robot said from behind them.

"Hello," said the young girl through slightly squinted eyes, intrigued by what she perceived to be a cute little toy.

But before she could figure everything out, Jim had already typed something else into the remote, or at least that's what Jim had called it. As soon as Jim spoke out to her: "what is your name," the girl seemed to be at full attention to Jim.

"Natalie," she responded quite casually,

"And how old are you Natalie?" Jim asked her,

"I'm nineteen, who are you exactly?"

"I'm Jim, Natalie, and this is my friend Andrew," he said glancing back at Andrew.

"Hi Andrew, Hi Jim" Natalie said with a smile.

"So, what do you think of my friend Andrew here Natalie?" Jim questioned her. Andrew was beginning to understand what was going on, although he was having trouble believing it. How could he possibly...what kind of remote was.... His thoughts were interrupted by Natalie's response.

"He's cute, I like his green eyes, and he's got a good body. I can't stand when guys where cargo shorts like that though, and he could kinda use a haircut." 

Andrew was simply taken aback with her bluntness, though she was right on both accounts. He was almost glad he hadn't met up with his friends today, he simply hadn't had any other shorts to wear but these huge-pocket cargos from when he was probably still in high school.

"Well, thanks for that Natalie, although I'm afraid you may have bruised Andrew's ego a bit" Jim spoke kindly to her as she cocked her hips to the side and smiled apologetically, "Would you want to spend a little time with Andrew today if you're free."

"Yes, I totally would, I gotta go tell that bitch Katherine that I'm done watching her try on clothes that are too small for her though, meet you outside in five, Andrew?" she seemed totally natural and Andrew nearly forgot that this was clearly brought on by Jim's remote.


Remote Possibilities Ch. 01



"Um...o...okay," Andrew was still reeling from all of the thoughts going through his head and he could barely respond.

"He'll be there," said Jim confidently.

As Natalie scurried out the door, Andrew realized what a cutie she really was, and looked forward to spending a little time with her like Jim had suggested, but he still had so many questions. Even more surprising was when Andrew looked back to find Jim with his hand extended and the device held out to Andrew.

"What, no way, I ca... I can't afford that." Andrew managed

"I'm giving it to you Andrew, but you'll have to listen to me first."

Andrew nodded in agreement.

"First, understand that this is a device beyond anything you have ever seen, experienced or heard of before. It works just as you saw, but it has limitations. The device, like any other has a power source, and the harder you make it work, the faster it will run out of juice. Even I can't make it last forever so you had better be pretty damn careful. Take Natalie for example, she was pretty willing to come in here and even more willing to be honest, as I had the remote instruct her to be. When I suggested she spend a little time with you, my friend, it barely took a percent. You can imagine if I asked her to do something she didn't want to do, it would take quite a bit more, despite being immoral and wrong."

Andrew observed a small grin on Jim's face, he had clearly ventured down that route before.

"Second, if you get carried away with this thing, there is no telling where it might take you. You seem to have a good head on those shoulders and I hope I can trust you not to try and take over the world or something, not that I'd be able to stop you. Just... be smart, and have fun with it. I've not taken that baby out for many years now because I decided I'd had enough, and you'll be surprised how quickly things can get out of hand and you want to chuck it in the river too. By the way, it's waterproof." 

Andrew smiled at this and looked down at the remote. He was still in disbelief that Jim had really decided he'd give it to him.

"Third, and most importantly, I am giving this to you on good faith that you will stop by here once a week and keep me company. It's not too often, in fact, it's never that I run into someone your age that I can actually relate too."

With that, Jim shook Andrew's hand and patted him on the back, nudging him toward the door and sultry little Natalie waiting beyond.

Andrew had almost no time to think or act, he simply slipped the remote into his pocket and headed out the door. Glancing back he saw Jim and AInstein waving him goodbye and looking ahead he saw a smiling Natalie standing up for her perch on the bench. He took her in: she was in a sexy little skirt and a plain white shirt with two buttons at the neck and a pocket that could probably hold no more than a ring or two upon her breast. Her breasts were not quite the size of his sister's back home but who was he to complain. However her slightly freckled skin seemed to make up for it, and he loved the proportions of her tiny body; she couldn't be more than five and half feet tall, he thought. She was not quite his sister, but she was damn close.

His sister, a little spark flew in his head and his mind quickly jumped at the thought that the remote would work on her. Jim didn't give him enough information, barely any in fact, and he couldn't think about that now. Instead he turned to Natalie and smiled at her, thinking he was lucky to be strolling through the mall with such a pretty girl at his side. Natalie suggested that they get Andrew some new shorts and he readily agreed. Walking through one of the stores, Natalie told Andrew that it had been a long day, and though the banter they shared was causing them both to like each other more, Andrew was afraid that Natalie was thinking less about having a good time and more about how she needed to get home and get off her feet. He decided he would give the remote its first test.

It was a simple enough device, he saw a keyboard and a blank space in which to type as well as a button on the screen to initiate the command. As Natalie scanned a few piles of clothes nearby he typed, [feel less tired] into the screen. After processing the command the remote rendered a bar that he figured was meant to control the intensity and the gray button turned green. He set the bar to the lowest intensity and pressed the green button, aiming the remote Natalie's way. Nothing seemed to happen, so he turned up the intensity. This time, when he pressed the button, he could see that Natalie's slightly slouched posture began to lift, but she still didn't have the smile on her face that had so charmed him when she walked in the store so Andrew moved the slider just a bit more and when he entered it, this time he knew he had done so correctly. His heart began to race as he started to understand just how much power he held in his hands. Natalie now bounced from style to style of shorts with a smile on her face, her soft blonde hair falling from her slightly messy hair-do. She came back and wrapped an arm around Andrew's showing him a pair of shorts she had decided were just right.

He said that he needed to try them on and they both walked toward the fitting rooms in the back. Natalie hung back; as Andrew walked in and saw that the stalls could comfortably fit them both he suggested that she come in to make sure they met her approval. Natalie hadn't given her response when the attendant told them they couldn't go in together. Another opportunity to test out the device. [Let her come in] he entered into the device and pressed green. It seemed that the device interpreted this command as either a yes or no and didn't provide an intensity. He noticed two things then: one, that neither Natalie nor the overweight attendant seemed to pay any mind to the device he had on his wrist; and two, the battery actually dropped about 7% when he overrode the woman's decision the way he had.

"Go on then," she said to Natalie, and she hurried after Andrew without thinking twice. When they got inside, Andrew began to take off his shorts and having Natalie so close by in his state of undress was having an effect on him he hoped wouldn't send her reeling in disgust. As a tent began to rise in his boxers, Natalie took notice and though she smiled, she looked down at her feet and shuffled them a bit. Andrew decided to try to type [don't worry] into the device, but it kicked it back saying that the command was unrecognized. 'Too general' he thought. After pausing a few seconds he tried to type in [initiate kissing] which brought up another intensity bar. He slid it only a quarter of the way, the normally green button remained red. He slid the bar forward some more, to about 40% and still it remained red. When it took sliding the bar past 50% to turn green, he realized that he was going about it in the wrong way.

Meanwhile, Natalie had maintained the smile on his face and even caught his eye a few times. He could tell that the look on her face meant she was thinking of doing something naughty, but he could tell that her personality dictated that would remain only a thought.

Guided by her look and what he perceived to be simple reservations, he typed [Inhibitions] into the device. Again, his heart began to race as it took the device a bit longer to decide what to do with the new command. Then, up came a bar that was already adjusted and seemed to be fluttering a bit in its position. It seemed that the device could also allow him to tamper with specific feelings as well as force some upon others. The bar was at a surprisingly low one-half, but Andrew figured that was exactly what was standing in his way to messing around with Natalie like he wanted. Sure, he could do it the old fashioned way, but he wanted to test out his new device, or rather, his new superpower. He moved the inhibitions to zero and the device lost most of its remaining power when he pushed the green button.

This transition was much more clear than the others. Natalie looked up almost immediately at Andrew and had more than admiration in her eyes, it was lust. Given some time, and some more flirting she would probably have given into Andrew's desires anyway, but he could tell now that Natalie was full steam ahead and wanting him badly. She stood up and approached him slowly, backing him against one of the walls and looking from his lips to his eyes and then down at the tent in his underwear poking her just below her belly button which was now pressed gently against him. When she looked back up at him she nearly lunged forward to meet his lips.

Her soft pink lips were every bit as inviting as he had hoped, and it wasn't long before her tongue darted out to taste him. He put his hand on her neck and she slipped both of hers under the hem of his shirt, feeling upward toward his chest as she pushed against him. She certainly wasn't taking her time with this.

"Oh my God, I don't know what's gotten into me, I'm usually not like this," protested Natalie, barely removing her lips from his long enough to say it.

"I know what I want to get into you," Andrew said with a grin. He normally would never use a cheesy line like that, but something told him that Natalie was far from exchanging pleasantries.

"Is it... this?" she whispered in his ear as one of her hands wrapped around his cock with only the cotton of the boxers in between.

Andrew decided that he wanted to see more of the pretty little blonde, so he quickly reached for her shirt, and no sooner was he pulling it over her head than she was unbuttoning the skirt she had on below it. After she pushed it down to her feet Andrew took her in. She was short and thin, a toss-able little minx that he could not wait to get inside. In fact, to speed the process, he knelt down and kissed her thigh and then took her panties in his teeth, a soft black number that he would have spent more time appreciating if they weren't in quite a setting, and he lowered them some of the way, eliciting a giggle that made him shiver in appreciation. When he returned to her top he palmed both of her tits over a matching black bra and she stood on her toes against the wall. She quickly undressed him and began to stroke his cock.

He practically rock hard anyway as she worked his hand over his shaft and they locked lips again in another needy kiss. They heard some voices nearby, another couple actually trying on clothes a few stalls away. They probably had heard the soft moans that both Andrew and Natalie had involuntarily been releasing as they engaged in their desperately lustful foreplay. Now that Natalie's inhibitions were done away with, and Andrew ever the hormonal male that he was, they were both primed and ready for what came next.

Natalie slid down to her knees and looked up, deep into Andrew's wide eyes. She was gorgeous and he couldn't believe that such a beautiful girl was about to blow him in a department store fitting room. And that was just what she did. First, she flicked her tongue out to meet the tip of his sizable cock. It glistened with pre-cum from Natalie's earlier ministrations, and her hand was still firmly holding him at the base. The feeling of her tongue caused Andrew to roll his eyes so that he missed Natalie first popping the entire head of his cock beyond her lips. He reached down then, pushing her hair behind her ear in a loving way that made Natalie only want to please him more.

She flashed her tongue all around his tip, wetting it and causing him to squirm with pleasure. Then she pulled her mouth off entirely and pursed her lips with his cock right against them. Looking up at him, not breaking eye contact, she began to push his cock into her mouth slowly, inch by inch. He could feel her tongue slide along the bottom side of his shaft as her wet, warm mouth plunged further down his hardness. By the time he was almost entirely engulfed he could feel the back of her throat; she still looked up at him almost defiantly.

Andrew was lost in her abilities as she began now to retract her mouth from the base of his cock and then push back down. All the while her tongue worked this way and that, causing unbelievable pleasure that he'd never before experienced. Apparently, her inhibitions had been getting in the way of her cock-sucking abilities because Natalie was surprised herself by the way she was pleasing her new lover. Her adorable little hands were not idle either, one held him firmly at the base while the other gently massaged his balls. Bobbing her head up and down, Natalie's saliva lubricated his pole for each stroke in and out of her wanting mouth.

From both desire not to cum just yet and a longing to return something for Natalie's unbelievable talent, Andrew took Natalie's chin in his hand and brought her back up to stand before him. First he kissed her again, his gentle prying at her lips thanking her for the unbelievable sensations he'd just experienced. Then he slowly walked her backward, still lip-locked as he sat her down on the bench behind. Kissing her cheek, then pecking at her earlobe, he worked his way downward. He kissed at her neck and he could tell that she wanted him to hurry by the desperate pants into his ear. So he hurried down, stopping quickly to admire her breasts, still covered in a bra due to their haste, and then he reached his target. He pecked around her sweet slit and looked up at her as she had. She widened her eyes and raised her eye brows, demanding him to quit fucking around. So he did just that, he immediately sucked her clit into his mouth and watched as she gasped, reacting to the sudden flood of feeling.

This not being his first rodeo, he went expertly about licking her swollen lips and then urging his tongue further between them. She tasted sweet, and even sweeter were the soft moans of enjoyment he was eliciting from the charming mouth that had just been wrapped around his member. Now plunging his tongue deeper he could tell that he was attending her just right, and Natalie's running of her hands through his hair only further proved that. He worked a finger, and then a second into her as he continued his tongue's assault on her pussy. He was enjoying himself due to the squirms and sounds he was clearly causing her to release. He would have continued, but Natalie was in as much of a rush to go further as she'd been from the very beginning.

Natalie pulled him to his feet and got to hers as well, one hand pawing at his chest and the other reaching down to grasp his manhood once more. Finding him still rock solid as when she had sprung his cock from her mouth, she once again grinned up at him and pulled him close to her, pinning her against the wall. Andrew couldn't wait for what came next.

She wasted no time; staring into his eyes as she had before; Natalie directed the head of Andrew's cock to her slick opening and he began to smoothly push inside. Her eyes read clearly the almost painful satisfaction she was experiencing as her quim wrapped around each intruding inch. Of course she was tight, he thought, his luck had been so on today anyway, but wow did it feel unfathomably good on his aching member.

"We have to be quiet," Natalie said, betraying herself in that very moment with an audible coo of pleasure.

"God you feel so good, so tight...." Andrew trailed off and breathed heavily as he began to slide out of Natalie and then slowly back in.

"Don't...talk, just fuck me. God, just fuck me." She was just barely stringing words together now as Andrew penetrated her and she felt herself being lifted off the ground. With Natalie held up against the wall, Andrew reached around an palmed each of her buttocks, feeling her soft skin and her sizable behind in his grasp as he continued to plunge inside of her. First Natalie reached down and undid the clasp of her bra and shouldered it off so her tits could hang free. Then she wrapped her arms around Andrew's neck to help support her and so Andrew could admire her chest with a free hand. He quickly moved his palm to her breast and they kissed again as he felt her inside and out.

She tapped his shoulder after a few minutes or so of their fitful tryst to tell him to let her down to the ground. As she touched down, his cock now buried to the hilt in her wet, warm sheath, she pushed him down to the seat immediately behind him and began to gyrate on top of him. Andrew's back now propped up against the wall and without Natalie's weight to support left his hands free to roam all over her. And that they did, feeling the gentle curve of her back, the smooth gap between her breasts and the sensitive clit that brought on a sudden gasp and a moan from Natalie as soon a she pressured it.

In only a few moments, they both began to feel their climaxes approach. Natalie was pining for release and began to moan louder and hump against him harder. It was all he could do to concentrate on guiding her with his hands while dealing with his own torrent of bliss. Their ascending volume had not gone unnoticed and Andrew realized that his remote had slipped below 5% power. The attendant had returned as the remote seemed to be losing its grip on her. 

"What is going on in there," she demanded, knocking on the door.

Though he had used the device on Natalie as well, she was too far gone and ultimately fully willing to continue fucking Andrew's brains out and chasing her own impending orgasm. [go away] he typed and entered at the attendant as he could barely even focus on the device with the little blonde bouncing on his shaft in front of him. 

It seemed the device had one last command left and he watched its screen turn black. He hoped to God it had worked, which it must have because they were not interrupted after he returned his attention to Natalie, still grinding hard on his cock. They kissed a final time and then Natalie let out a much louder moan as she began to convulse in orgasm. Knowing that her partner was as close to cumming as she was, Natalie managed to get out in a breathy phrase:

"Inside."

It was all Andrew could do to wait for permission and when she finally gave it, Andrew began to fire into her repeatedly. She was still heaving strongly as waves of orgasm overtook her and she felt his hot cum inside of her, filling her up and so adding the pressure his large cock had created in her pussy that it was almost too much. She put her weight onto his shoulders and moved with the rest of her energy only at the hips, still milking him for all he was worth. Her deft movements were as impressive as her beautiful orgasmic glow when they finally slowed to a halt and looked each other in the eyes.

The needed not exchange words because they both knew they had gotten exactly what they needed, even if Natalie needed a little push in the right direction, Andrew thought. Still Andrew looked up at her at said,

"You were wonderful," with a gleam of appreciation for the gift she had given him.

"Thank you," she said, surprisingly bashfully considering the state she was now in: naked, filled with Andrew's cum her outfit strewn across the compartment. "You were not so bad yourself."

As they both gathered themselves and began to redress, Andrew found himself grabbing at her here and there and exchanging a kiss or two against her unconcealed smiles of joy. Hand in hand they departed the fitting rooms and Andrew bought the shorts Natalie had picked out for him - he knew they would fit before they had even gone into the room. On their way out the attendant shot them a glance of disapproval, Andrew knew not how much she was aware of and how much the remote had caused her to ignore.

The couple stuck together a little while longer, basking in each other's presence before Natalie informed Andrew that she really did need to go home; her parents would be expecting her. Andrew held her hand until she broke his grasp and she walked away, leaving him with her number on a slip of paper and a promise to see him again at the same time next week, if not sooner.




Remote Possibilities Ch. 01



As Andrew looked down at the remote, now completely discharged, he knew that his life had been changed forever. The sheer infiniteness of its capabilities nearly brought him to his knees; he would have to get home and charge it as soon as possible. Then a thought occurred to him, Natalie was no doubt one of the best girls he'd ever had the pleasure of being with, but something else waited for him at home. He nearly ran the rest of the distance to the house in all his excitement.

There, floating on raft in the pool was his drop-dead gorgeous sister, Abby.



Remote Possibilities Ch. 02



Andrew had just returned home from a trip to the mall that had changed his life forever. He'd only had the 'universal remote,' as the old man at the strange gadget shop had called it, for a few hours now but he knew that things would never be the same. He had already seen it turn on any gadget, physically move matter and the best yet, it seemed to be able to alter anyone's mind that he chose. He had no idea how exactly it worked, and he suspected that its creator, the old man in the shop named Jim, may have left him a significant amount of catching up if he was to every fully grasp its power. If he hadn't accidentally screwed up meeting his friend at the mall, if he hadn't happened upon that store... the more he thought about it the more the sheer luck of gaining possession of the remote astounded him. Andrew always knew that his charisma and genuine interest in others would pay off, so when he got on so well with the fellow computer buff in his shop, he wasn't surprised. However, what he didn't expect was for Jim to give him something the likes of which the world had never seen.

And yet, here it was in front of him. The remote's battery had drained completely at the mall, just as Jim said it would if he asked too much of it. So when he used it to force a fitting room attendant to allow him to bring in and then fuck the brains out of the pretty girl Jim had used the remote to set him up with, it had taken quite a bit out of the remote. When he used it to then remove all of Natalie's inhibitions leading to a lustful and impromptu romp in the dressing stall - the remote had promptly died. He'd have to be more clever about the way he used it; he was beginning to understand the difference between nudging someone into a decision and forcing them. He had nearly been caught with the blonde beauty because of his impulsive use of the remote, and if he wasn't careful he could get himself into a lot of trouble.

He wondered what else he could do with the remote: could he control the weather, the stock market, an airplane or a car? 'Holy shit,' he thought, 'if it could spin a bunch of heavy displays around in circles as he'd seen Jim do at the store...what if he could fucking fly?' His heart skipped a beat just thinking about it. It was all too much; he wondered if this was what they didn't tell you about superheroes in comics or the movies, and he suddenly knew up close why it could be so easy for all-powerful beings to be consumed with their abilities and turn evil in a hurry.

His fantastical dreams were beginning to spiral out of control as his feet brought him over two miles from the mall to his home without him even realizing it. He looked up at the beautiful blue sky and the sun smiled back at him; it was a beautiful day indeed. He began to reign himself in and started to think rationally again. So far he knew he could use the remote for very simple commands that forced his immediate will on others, but being the smart guy that he was Andrew started to postulate methods in which he could benefit greatly in the long term without expending too much of the remote's charge. Hell, he didn't even know how to charge it just yet! (He hoped the port that looked so familiar on its bottom edge really was meant to receive a USB cord.)

With all the possibilities rambling around in his head, he refocused on the one that had sent him heading home in a hurry - his sister. She was an absolute fox; there was no doubt about it. And all of her teasing, all of the scantily clad prancing around and more importantly the mistreatment she dealt him on a daily basis was about to come full circle. At least that was what one side of him had decided. Now, looking down at the drained remote as he approached his home, he wondered if he could actually go through with it. After all, she was his sister - his own flesh and blood..."Fuck," he swore out loud, "family or not she was one of the most arousing sights he'd ever seen!' So could he do it, could he use the remote on the hot, sexy brunette? He couldn't just use the remote to demand that she bend over and accept the pounding he'd love to give her; he doubted the remote's charge could handle something like that. But maybe he could accomplish some of his goals undetected.

Again, a light bulb went off in his head: 'undetected...' Andrew thought of the possibilities of stopping time with his newfound toy. It seemed ridiculous, but if a television remote could do it, why not this insanely infinite 4x10 inch box of possibilities? That way he'd be truly undetectable and nobody would know the difference! By now he'd reached his room and plugged the remote in to the cord he usually used to charge his phone. At first nothing happened, and as he finally felt his dazzled brain slow to silence in anticipation he felt a happy calm spread over him. Sure enough the backlight of the screen lit up and a charging symbol appeared. "This could take a while, and charge COMPLETELY before disconnecting." it read below the icon; he heard it in Jim's voice in his head.

Andrew headed toward his bed and plopped down on it, trying to start organizing his thoughts. Always one to make lists to keep himself organized, Andrew grabbed a pad of paper and said aloud - 

"What do I want most?"

It was a good question. The remote's charge was limited, so in order to achieve anything he'd need to allocate its available charge to what mattered most. He really didn't know for certain how much of one activity versus another discharged it, but he put that off for now.

1 - Abby. More than anything he wanted Abby. He wanted to touch her, and to stop all the fruitless hours of enduring her teasing, her berating and his inability to enjoy but with his eyes the unbearably hot body dressed in near nothing every day. 'How?' he thought, 'well, I'll come back to that.'

2 - Money. He'd always had an appetite for fine things: the latest tech, the best clothing and the most expensive hobbies. Despite years of hard work and side-jobs, he'd only been able to marginally fulfill those desires. He'd like to get his own place some day, but since he was still in school it hadn't even occurred to him to do so. But if he could do anything he wanted, anything at all as the old man had said, then he'd like to get his hands on some green. How much, what exactly would he do with it, and how would it go over with his friends and family? Like his plans for Abby, he'd come back to the money as well.

3 - Self-Improvement - Could he use the remote on himself? It sounded dangerous, but what if it was as easy as typing in "Learn about rocket science," and then he was on his way to the moon. Somehow it had to be harder than that, but he certainly looked forward to trying. At the very least he'd love to shed a few pounds and pack on a bit more muscle.

4 - More Abby. Well, to be fair, there were plenty of women Andrew wanted to get his hands on, although Abby was one that every man alive who'd seen her had dreamed of fucking at least once. There were girls and professors at school, neighbors, and friends of his mother he'd frequently wished he could have his way with, and now he just might. He hadn't even considered his mother, she was a looker herself. Having had her children young, Andrew's mom still took care of herself and had a nice lean body, he was frequently surprised at how enticing she looked in a bikini, granting of course that Abby wasn't already in range of his prying eyes.

That pretty much summed it up for now, it was amazing how simple it was when he organized it this way. He returned to the first point, intending to start formulating commands to use on Abby when the remote, sitting on a table next to his bed, rang out three pleasant tones and began to boot fully. After a minute or so it was on and ready to go as he began to feel his pulse quicken again. As he exited the simple text-entry screen he had become familiar with, other screens appeared in smart-phone style menu as well. One icon had a money sign, which he figured he'd be trying very soon; another had a tree-icon and he was curious but his eyes quickly found the icon in the shape of a clock. Sure enough, when he opened it he recognized the controls as a setup very similar to the remote that controlled the television in his room.

Wondering what exactly it would do he thought, 'Well, there's only one way to find out.' So as he looked out the window to his sister, in a stunning black bikini that barely managed to cover her wonderful orbs and left the rest of her body for optical consumption, Andrew pressed the button. "Here goes nothing," he said in a wavering voice.

[Pause]

At first: nothing. He couldn't tell if it was working. Everything looked the same. Yet, what did he expect would happen? he quickly jumped up to look at the clock on his desk. The second hand was stopped, but that wasn't nearly enough for him to prove to him that the universe had literally frozen around him. So he left the remote plugged into the wall, figuring that it could maintain its course at least until he came back. Bounding down the stairs, two at a time, Andrew hit the first floor and looked around. Wow, how hard could it be to tell if time had stopped. The television was indeed frozen on a frame of the news, but he needed more. He headed outside to the backyard where Abby was floating in the pool. 

"Abby," he called out to her.

"Abby......Abby are you there?"

He realized that she had headphones in and that could be the cause, although the water was eerily still; he started really believing now that the universal remote was just as powerful as he had been lead to believe. Walking over to his sister's raft, floating only a foot or two from the edge of the pool, he reached over and tapped her on the shoulder. She didn't react, and neither did the water beneath her. Time was stopped, and here was his unbelievably sexy sister in front of him. Should he do what he had always dreamt of?

It was almost comical how quickly he cast aside the morality of the issue and pulled Abby's raft toward him. The water beneath it moved but failed to ripple outward, 'strange,' he thought, he'd have to do some experiments to see how this effected everything around him. But that thought quickly expired as he looked down at his 'paused,' sister. His fantasies were literally playing out before him, and he knew exactly what to do first. 

He took both his palms and dropped them on top of her luscious breasts. His fingers gently depressed into them as he took in their size and suppleness. He could feel her nipples harden and he nearly laughed out loud as they poked into his palms. His hardness pushed against his shorts fully now, and he kneaded his sister's breasts feeling the frustration seeping away at being deprived of this moment for years now. Time after time he had seen them constrained behind tight shirt after tight shirt or bouncing in a bra as Abby ambled down the stairs. That very morning he had seen them restrained by a black lace number that couldn't have extended past her nipples more than a millimeter as Abby strolled around the second floor in that and her low riding pajama pants, rolled twice at the hip. 

He moved a hand to her abdomen, feeling that taut stomach that he had lusted after in her midriff-revealing shirts and low riding jeans. The finger's of his left hand were savoring the feel of her tit as his right played at her pierced belly button. A small jeweled clover hung from it; it was a detail he'd always loved about her amazing stomach: the way it gleamed at him when it caught just the right light. He didn't miss a thing, feeling every square inch of skin he could get his hands on. Stroking and massaging, he pawed at her and worked his way around her body, slipping a hand gently just beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

But he wanted more, so he did the next natural thing he could think of: he reached under the raft to untie that amazing little bikini that she had on so he could reveal what he had never had the fortune of seeing: her tantalizing rack. Nearly trembling in anticipation as his hand squeaked against the plastic of the inflatable raft, he found the string of her top and pulled his hand out from beneath her. Pulling the string, he encountered resistance as her weight crushed the knot against the raft. He kept pulling, slowly, so as to draw out this fateful event as long as possible, Would her areolas be large or small, light or dark pink? Would her nipples be like a pencil eraser as he hoped? Would her naked breasts be everything he dreamt they'd be?

But, something was wrong. Before his questions could be answered with even a peek of her naked body, he began to hear the slow drone of the air-conditioner cooling the house behind him, and the jets were quietly beginning to once again dump fresh water into the pool. Andrew panicked, the remote must not have been able to run infinitely even while plugged into the wall! But he had already untied his sister's bathing suit, and God he was so close. He wanted to just grab the top and pull it up, revealing Abby's amazing mounds to him once and for all, but things were picking up faster now and even his lust couldn't overcome the urgency of the situation. 'Oh no,' he frantically worried; this was exactly the kind of trouble he'd specifically set out to avoid. But then the water beneath Abby's raft began to ripple and it was all Andrew could do to stand up and back away before the world burst back to life around him.

'Oh no, what would Abby think?' Blood was pounding through him so hard he could hear it as he feared he would be caught feeling up his older sister. He started to head back to the house in long strides, hoping to reach it before Abby could realize what had happened...

"Hey!" Abby yelled, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Andrew looked back and saw her holding her sunglasses up off her face, revealing her beautiful green eyes and staring him down with them, furious. Andrew was sunk, she must have realized he'd had his hands all over her. How could he possibly correct this colossal mistake, he didn't even have the remote with him? It seemed she saw right through him as he tried to approximate the backlash.

He looked back at her, stunned, as if to say, 'Who, me?'

"Yeah, you, dumbass, I'm looking at you. Did you untie my suit while I was asleep?" 

He didn't know how to respond, he was still speechless from the combination of having not only been feeling Abby up seconds before, cupping her breasts firmly in his hands, but from the possibility of getting away with it as well. She seemed to remain clueless to all but her unraveled suit and he may have yet lucked out.

She didn't take his pause well: "You are such a fucking pervert!" she shouted at him.

"Yeah right," he denied, regaining his composure "as if I would want to see you like that, you're probably all lopsided under there anyway."

He had hurt her with that one, Abby was a vain girl, to say the least, and she took a lot of pride in her appearance. Even though she knew he was just trying to distract her from the truth, she couldn't help a quick glance at her chest to assure herself that he was wrong. Nope, her breasts were perfect - just as they both knew. Despite his efforts, Abby was still convinced that her little brother had been trying to disrobe her.

"Oh yeah, okay, and so when you walked in on me in the shower today, you weren't trying to catch me naked. It's a good thing it was so steamy in there or you would have probably gone from six to midnight." she said with a smug smile and a voice thick with superiority.

"YOU left the door open, and I had just woken up to go to the bathroom." Andrew retorted, "So fuck you!"

"You'd probably love to fuck me too wouldn't you, Andrew?" 

Rather than respond he just turned and trounced back toward the house; clearly, he would love that. 

GOD she was so frustrating; he found himself cursing the remote for not only depriving him of the chance to finally see his sister naked but for getting him into this debacle now too. It was useless fighting with her; if he had still been at the mall she'd probably blame him anyway, so he walked inside, shaking his head. Yet the feeling of her soft breasts and her solid abdomen was still fresh on his palms; he'd been with his fair share of girls but he couldn't remember a single one getting him quite so fired up. Everything was just so...flawless, soft...in his hands, and he decided then and there that he would have to get his hands on more of her, even if he now had this new obstacle of Abby suspecting him of foul play. And how quick she was to jump to the comment about the two of them fucking... the more he thought about it the more it confused him, she was probably just so pissed.

And despite his failure to do more than cup his sister's mouth-watering tit, he realized the fact that the remote had at least partially worked. It couldn't have carried more than 8 or 9 percent charge when he'd hit pause. And if that afforded him the opportunity to touch his sister in a way he'd only dreamed of, in addition to forcing an erection upon him that now begged to be let free... There was so...so much left in store for him. What would he do with the remote now? 

Of course, he considered rewinding time to stop Abby detecting, or at least suspecting him of what was intended to be an undetectable event. But as he weighed the option he decided that he'd likely not be able to rewind time far enough, especially with the remote in its once again discharged state. So, ascending the stairs to his room and heading back toward the window, beneath which lay his remote, Andrew gazed out upon the bikini-clad beauty as she wiggled around trying to retie her top without falling into the pool. Her tits swayed gently from side to side beneath the triangles of cloth and he once again recalled the sweet softness of her breast in his hand.

He decided that would be the last time he acted out his desires with so little knowledge of the remote and even less thought as to results and consequences of his actions. Chances were, he wouldn't be so lucky next time. Grabbing the small notepad with his list of priorities (he'd need to remember to hide it or take it with him everywhere) he opened to a fresh page. How would he go about working the remote on his sister. She was always acting so resistant to any displays of his affection toward her and yet so willing to illicit them with her teasing and banter. She must have had some feelings for him that extended beyond a simple sibling setting, otherwise she wouldn't have put herself on display day in and day out; he'd even caught the naughty smile she carefully hid but occasionally revealed when she thought he wasn't looking.

He began writing the first command.

[You will not think of Andrew as your brother]

Too crude he thought, that could absolutely have more effect on her than he intended. He crossed it out.

[The more you tease Andrew, the less resistant you will find yourself to his reactions] [You will find yourself more willing to acknowledge any pleasure that teasing your brother brings] [You will practice less restraint in your seduction of Andrew]

It seemed a bit scientific, but maybe that was the way this thing worked. He might need to be much more specific with his commands. He noticed in writing what he already knew in his heart, he absolutely loved the way she teased him, even if he hated it at the same time. 

[Andrew will begin to seem like a viable partner] [As you consider Andrew for mating your concerns about being related to him will abate and then vanish]

He had to laugh at what he was writing now: viable partner, mating? He didn't want to execute the scientific method with Abby, he wanted to bend her over and fuck her for all she was worth. Yes, he could admit that to himself now, after all the excitement that touching her had brought him and the instantaneousness of his decision to do it, there was no point in denying to himself what he wanted. And he realized that these commands might be useful on someone whom he didn't have the additional bonus of years of pent up sexual frustration toward. He couldn't imagine prolonging this situation much longer, he wanted to take Abby for himself, hard, as soon as possible, if not that very night. If the two of them had been sweet, innocent, loving siblings it would be different, but Andrew knew how he felt about Abby, and he suspected that she was of a similar condition whether she'd admit it freely or not.




Remote Possibilities Ch. 02



He crossed the two suggestions about mating out, but kept the first three about teasing, he liked what they promised later on. Now for the issue of sex...

[When you see Andrew, you will feel the irresistible urge to...]

He laughed out loud, that was his penis talking and he knew it. He crossed it out immediately and continued lower down the page.

[You believe that having sex with your brother is acceptable]

Simple, but he liked it. This way, he wasn't forcing her into anything and he'd still have to do his share of work to make her want to have sex with him, just like any other girl. He thought Jim would be proud of him, curtailing the temptation to type something like [You will fuck your brother now and like it], that was of course, if he didn't tell Jim that Abby was his sister...

Looking down at the page, he read the commands he'd need to type into the remote back to himself. Satisfied with what he'd come up with he looked to the remote again. One of the tabs had a small silhouette of a person atop it. He clicked it and it immediately revealed dozens of named thumbnails of women in what appeared to be chronological order. He recognized the picture of Natalie at the top of the list, and he thought of how streamlined the device was to store information this way. He scrolled down where there were dozens and dozens maybe hundreds of thumbnails. Jim had been very busy indeed. He would have to check them out later. For now, he wanted to get these commands to Abby and start collecting the fruits he expected them to bear. After typing them in to the device and storing them under a new profile, he tried something on a whim.

[Go to Andrew's room now]

It took him getting off the bed and pointing the remote at her out the window, (the remote seemed to actually have a range) but the intensity bar he was now accustomed to seeing came into view on the screen. Andrew determined that it would take too much charge at over 50% intensity until the button turned green. He considered going back out to her, and then:

[You believe Andrew has your phone and is reading your messages in his room]

A victorious smile came upon him as he saw it took very little to get the "Enter" button to turn gray to green. He couldn't stop laughing as she scrambled from the raft and angrily headed for the house, clearly out for blood. She didn't even notice that she set her mp3 player down on the table next to the very phone she was after.

"Andrew," she yelled from downstairs. "You better not be..." she mumbled the rest and he could hear her taking steps two at a time.

Seconds later, there she was standing in his doorway, breasts heaving as she huffed and puffed her way into his room. He may have just held her breasts in his greedy hands but as always he was stunned by her as she walked in the room, especially with the great tan she was getting and the slight sheen of sweat the hot sun had given her.

"WHERE IS IT?" She was tossing his things around now, throwing clothes to the floor and creating a mess as she searched his room when she didn't see her phone on his person.

"What the hell are you looking for? And stop messing up my room Abby!" The smirk on his face was utterly unconvincing; she thought for sure he was hiding it under himself.

"My phone! Give it to me." She walked toward him laying on the bed and shoved a hand under his back. He could smell her sweet perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo. Whatever it was the scent was amazing, and it was just a bonus the awesome view down the valley of her breasts as she bent over to search roughly beneath him.

"Abby, I don't have your phone. Jesus!" she pinched him, "Look! I'll call it," he said wagging his own ringing phone in the air at her.

Through his open window came the telltale ring of some recent popular song on her phone, and he looked at her with the most pleased smile he could muster. She walked toward the window to be certain that she was indeed hearing correctly, strutting her half-naked body across the room again - that was something he'd never tire of. She was fuming after she realized he was right and turned back from the window to the door as he pointed the remote.

[Pause]

He was still stunned by the fact that Jim had somehow programmed the remote to be undetectable; nobody ever seemed to see it or him using it. He wondered what would happen if it died and someone saw him attempting to use it; surely it's cloaking abilities would vanish. Still deep in thought, he stood up and walked toward his beautiful sister, hands on her hips and a sexy little sneer on her face; she HATED being wrong. He did a loop around her and checked her out up close. Her incredible rack hung differently now that she was standing and he was tempted to touch her again, she'd have no idea. But something about her being so...helpless, didn't appeal to him. He'd enjoyed his first discovery of pausing time and the great opportunity it had given him to get Abby in his hands, but he preferred her fully animated, even if it meant he would have to endure today's bad attitude, for now.

That reminded him to get on with what he'd brought her up here to do. He opened her profile and with her in the room, a tiny blinking dot indicated that she was in range. Her picture even appeared on the remote now and Andrew prepared to enter his preset commands. One after another he selected them and entered each one. All four commands entered without taking more than 25% of the charge the remote had accrued. Obviously it wasn't too much of a stretch for her; Andrew understood the remote's actions more as suggestions. He was bringing to the front of the mind something the subject may have already believed, so long as he thought through them carefully. Pleased with the success, he returned to the 'time' tab and for the first time pressed

[Play]

The effect was immediate, Abby snapped back into life, but momentarily seemed to lose her train of thought. It didn't surprise him that tinkering in her head like he had at least triggered some kind of reaction. It was only a second though, after all he really hadn't but made it a little easier for her to do what she would have anyway; or at least he felt better saying that to himself. She looked around bewildered for a second, before remembering where she was headed and out the door.

"Thanks," she said unenthusiastically in response to him finding the phone she'd never lost in the first place. Even the tiny display of gratitude was a bit out of character when she was pissed at him. He wondered if the remote had already started working. 'Maybe?' he thought.

Shortly after that their parents returned home from work with Andrew's little brother in toe, announcing that they were going out to dinner to celebrate his dad's promotion. Andrew wished he could bring the remote with him, but heeding the warning to charge it fully, he was forced to leave it behind.

As he, his father and brother watched TV, waiting for the two women to be ready, he reviewed the events of the day. Having their parents around kind of put a damper on things, he thought back to priority number two: money, and more importantly - getting his own place.

When Abby finally emerged and called to the boys, "Ready to go?" They all turned to see the girls standing in the foyer. Tightly wrapped around her body was a simple, light gray dress, clinging to her figure in such a way that as he attempted to describe it to himself his mind struggled to even coerce his legs to move. It was entirely cotton and completely devoid of any folds or designs, save the elastic hem that clung to her gorgeous thighs. It was meant exactly for the use Abby was now modeling: showing off her incredible body without any distraction. It was cut short enough that he could see most of her long smooth legs running endlessly up to an ass that he wished was in his lap that very second. Her hips, the abdomen he had recently been caressing with soft touches (he could even make out her piercing poking gently through it) and of course his favorite feature just below the plunging neckline were all on display. Andrew looked to see his father attempting not to look between short phrases about 'getting going,' and 'we're going to be late.' He wasn't doing a very good job of looking away, and he didn't blame his dad one bit - he cursed his luck for not having the rest of the night alone to explore what lay beneath that form-fitting wonder of a dress. 

As she walked out the door, the dress hugged her hips and he could see it twist slightly about them. It wasn't so tight that it slutty, it was just so perfectly packaging her sweet little body that it made his imagination run rampant. He had seen her not an hour ago in a little black bikini that revealed as much of her skin as he'd ever seen and yet with the dress on it was like his mind shorted out and could manage nothing but to dream of what lay beneath the snug, soft cotton. He resigned himself to thinking that was just the way it was with Abby, no matter what she did or how she looked she always left you wanting more. 

He was wondering how people in her classes or workplace ever got anything done when a sudden pressure against his groin jarred him to reality. As she wiggled into the back seat of the car, Abby had slipped backward, the wedge heels she was wearing causing her to lose her footing. Or so it had seemed as her cotton swathed behind made contact with him. But as she slid her cheeks downward a few inches along the cock she must have felt (could he really be blamed for his swollen shaft considering his most recent initiative concerning Abby - and what she was wearing) he wasn't so sure it was an accident.

"Watch it, dick!" Abby directed at him, looking back as she finally relieved the pressure and sat down in the middle seat.

"But I didn't..." Andrew started to defend himself, reeling from the most forward action by Abby ever.

"Language Abby!" her mother scolded. They weren't children anymore, but their mother still endearingly treated them like it.

He sure felt like he was a child though with he and his two siblings packed into the back seat of the sedan, he hoped the promotion meant his dad would get a bigger car. Andrew looked at his eighteen year old brother on Abby's left side - he was too caught up in his own social life and the girls he texted twenty four hours a day to be affected by Abby, focusing instead on whichever of his dorky friends was sending funny pictures to his phone. He considered that a blessing, because at the moment he was feeling his arousal acting in response to the warmth of Abby nestled between the two of them and the subtle fragrance of her lotion and perfume.

"This is unbearable back here!" Abby called out toward her parents, "the seatbelts are poking me in the ass and these two are too fat for me to fit back here."

Typical of Abby to be complaining at any given time, Andrew thought. What was for Abby to turn to him and say:

"I can't sit here for the fifteen minutes 'till the restaurant, let me sit on your lap."

"No way," Andrew impulsively objected, "Why would I let you do that?"

"Mooooommmmmm," Abby whined. 'For god's sake,' he thought, 'she is almost yet of college and she still cries to mom when she wants something.'

"Just let her sit on your lap Andrew," his mom didn't even look back, they were interrupting a conversation their parents were having.

Abby looked at him triumphantly as she lifted her thinly covered backside out of the middle, placing a hand alarmingly close to his crotch as she steadied herself and turned around to sit down. It happened fast enough that he hadn't nearly enough time to adjust himself and Abby ended up straddling his dick - aimed directly down his leg and it had been swollen since the minute he'd first seen her in the house.

"And keep your hands to yourself too," Abby said quietly enough that nobody made anything of it. Except Andrew had seen the devious grin painted on her mouth and he was admittedly worried about what was going on. This was the second time in two minutes that Abby was going farther than she'd ever dared in her teasing of Andrew. He'd left the remote at home to finish charging, assuming that his commands were going to take some time to fully come to fruition. But this more than he'd planned. 

Those thoughts crossed his mind before Abby had settled into place in his lap. Soon he'd know there was something awry. As he sat there, begging his member not to cause him any further trouble, Andrew was helpless to the sensation of Abby's warmth separated from him by only a few millimeters of clothing. And that dress, that fucking dress. The considerably high hem where it wrapped elastically around her tanned thighs was meandering its way further and further, revealing more of her sun-kissed skin. Stripper's couldn't ride his lap this well, and Abby wasn't even moving...

That was when he started to notice that the car ride wasn't getting any more turbulent. Abby's movement on his lap was increasing, there was no doubt in his mind. When she started slowly flexing her cheeks and disguising movements with the bouncing of the car he began to worry. She kept this up for a few minutes and by the time they'd exited the highway, onto an excruciatingly less smooth road, Andrew was as hard as he'd ever been and paralyzed with fear of discovery. Abby had never so much as grazed him intentionally in passing, if that, and now she was practically giving him a lap dance. 

"Dad, Andrew's poking me!" Abby complained, feigning a move to the side as if he'd actually done it. Of course, that same naughty look on her face meant that she knew exactly what she'd meant even if her dad had not.

"For God's sake you too, learn to get along. What are you, 20 and 22 years old now or something?" Andrew's dad scolded. He desperately hoped his dad wouldn't see what was going between his two children in the back seat, and that he'd neglect to look back there for the remainder of the ride. Andrew looked over at his brother, praying that he didn't realize what was going on with his siblings either. He found it harder and harder to believe that nobody was noticing because by the time Andrew's Mom announced that they were five minutes away he thought Abby was going to just pull out his cock and fuck him. She was beginning to wiggle back and forth along his length and there was heat emanating from her hot little pussy directly into his pants.

He must have done something wrong, somewhere he'd pushed the wrong thing or made the wrong command. He thought back over his list and wracked his brain; he'd been so sure that the commands were subtle enough that nobody would take notice. Abby's eyes flitted to his a few times, but they did not read any concern for their safety or secrecy.

"Ahh," Andrew let out unintentionally. Abby had gone too far, she had slid forward just enough to reach back and grab his cock through his thin dress pants. "Ach-hem." He tried to make it sound like a cough. Andrew's dad looked back at them only long enough to see Abby motionless and smiling back at him innocently. He simply looked back at the road and listen to Andrew and Abby's mom babble on about work and other nonsense.

'Holy shit,' her little fingers attempting to wrap around him through his pants were going to make him blow in his pants if they didn't stop soon. Abby, who was running her hand along his length now too, seemed to be deriving pleasure from the not-so-imperceptible gyrations on his knee. If she were any other girl he'd be pulling that dress down over her tits and pulling her back further into his lap then thrusting against her sweet heart-shaped ass. But she wasn't any other girl, she was his sister, and just when thought he couldn't take another second, the car came to a halt, their little brother finally looked up from his phone and Abby promptly stopped her lusty kamikaze game.

Shifting his cock in his pants and tucking it under his waistband, he looked around to see if any of his family members knew what had just happened. Their looks all told him they were as yet unaware, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe, for now. But this was too much, he was torn. Abby was so incredibly sexy in that simple gray dress that he could have fucked her right there in the car, but NOT with his family there. How had Abby not even thought that far? She seemed intent on getting off and teasing him to the point of orgasm no matter what it meant. Nothing of the commands he'd planned had that as their desired or intended effect.

When they got in the restaurant Andrew scrambled to take a seat away from Abby, for fear that she might try to jerk him off under the table or something of that nature. He knew he'd come way to fast after her antics in the car and he couldn't again risk being caught by his family. Not that he didn't spend the majority of the two hours staring at her cleavage as she did her best to display it to him or cringe as he watched her flit her tongue over any food that was even remotely cylinder shaped. She was so entrancing that he'd hardly touched his food when he got up to go to the bathroom.

Splashing water on his face, he looked in the mirror and commanded that the man that stared back at him get a hold of himself. Yet, despite the stress she'd been putting him under with her antics, he looked his usual ruggedly handsome self. Now, he hadn't forced her to want him, that she had done on her own. Having taken off the restraints of siblinghood, Abby seemed to be showing that if he hadn't been her brother for the last few years she'd have been doing a lot more than walking around in her bra to spark his interests and that pleased him beyond belief. As he reached for the door to let himself out, it opened before he could do so followed by a determined looking Abby.

"What's the matter baby bro, do you have something on your mind?"

She pushed him against the wall and sniffed like a game-cat at its prey. He looked around to be sure they were alone. Her body pressed against his and she put a hand on his big chest.

"What has gotten into you Abby, you can't do this, mom and dad..." Andrew protested, feeling his reservations weaken as she straddled his leg and pressed snugly against him, closing the remainder of the gap. Now he could feel every part of what the dress so seductively hid, and his heart rate began to hasten.

"Since when did you become such a little girl. Don't pretend you aren't enjoying yourself." Her hand moved to his solid shaft again as she squeezed him, proving her point.

"You are going to get us caught, besides, just this morning you were acting like I was the most disgusting guy you'd ever seen." Now that he'd regained himself Andrew took his sister by the shoulders and spun her towards the wall, throwing his weight against her as she contacted it with a soft thud.

"I didn't hear you complaining in the car when you were practically impaling me through your pants with that thing." Abby said back, seeing her brother looking down at her face and then further to the deep cut in her dress between her breasts. She took one of his hands in hers and ran it up her body, clearly enjoying the sensation before she stopped their journey on one of her luscious tits. "That's what you want isn't it?"

He could have lost it right there, in fact, her dress was now riding up so high from the two of them gently grinding their pelvises together that a few more inches and he'd find out if she was wearing panties or not. But something in the back of his head told him that this was not the way he wanted her. She certainly teased him to no end, and given his commands she may have even considered going further, but this was something else. No matter how he spun it, he knew that something was wrong. So he withdrew slowly from her grasp, backing away in a superhuman display of willpower.




Remote Possibilities Ch. 02



"What the fuck...?" she questioned him. The look on her face was one of anger, for being deprived of release and for Andrew's second thoughts, and one of hurt - she'd not once in her life been rejected by any man and this was her brother, someone who'd been begging to get anything and everything she had to offer for years.

"Abby, I want to, I just... we can't do this here, like this." He tried to explain but the words didn't seem to quickly enough in his head.

Abby looked about as stunned as he did when she first grabbed him in the car. For the first time she was speechless, and it caught Andrew off guard himself.

"Come on, be reasonable! Look where we are."

"Haha," she laughed sarcastically, shaking her head in disbelief, "I thought I was being reasonable, giving you what you've been begging me to for years! And you know what, I think I've changed my mind too then..."

She walked toward him slowly. The backs of his thighs ran into the vanity as he retreated, afraid of what she might do. She surprised him when she didn't hit him or scold him any further. She just stopped when she was ever so gently standing against him and took his hands in hers. She looked right up into his eyes; he could not read the intention in them at all. Turning his palms face up, and alternating between watching their hands and gazing back into his eyes with her vibrant green ones she placed both his hands on her abdomen. She slid them slowly up the soft cotton that covered her smooth curves below until they finally stopped atop her breasts, her fingers curling around his to encourage him to support their weight in his palms.

Time seemed to stand still, without the assistance of the remote. Andrew was lost in her gaze and the unexpected turn of events. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke after standing on her toe and pressing her lips to his ear. 

"And this..." She caught his gaze and flicked her eyes down to where his hands were holding the perfect orbs up slightly from their resting place in their cotton cocoon, he could never get enough of this feeling.

"Will never happen again."

She walked out, leaving him standing in the same position, holding handfuls of air and a mind racing with regret. His jaw dropped. Just like that, she had given him everything and then taken it all away.

He couldn't delay returning to his seat any longer, so he struggled to put on a look that didn't indicate he'd just been struck by a bus and sat down among his family. Abby acknowledged him with a casual smile and went on in conversation with her dad about the job she was about to start in a few weeks.

This insane rollercoaster of feelings had to stop, and Andrew decided not to make any rash decisions until he got home and found out what he'd done wrong on the remote. However the extreme change of pace had him feeling hollow, wanting to feel Abby's touch or her gaze or the teasing she was almost always engaging in. She didn't so much as acknowledge with a glance what had transpired in the bathroom and both the meal and the cold, empty ride home (Abby convinced her mom to sit in the back and talk about 'girl stuff') were an awful slap in the face. He hated himself for being careless with the remote again. Hadn't he learned his lesson the first time with Abby after pausing time to feel her up? Hadn't he said he'd never make a decision to leave himself so exposed without the remote again?

He got home and headed immediately for his room, finding the remote charged and waiting for him where he had left it. He whipped open her profile and scanned it for whatever had gone wrong. He was flicking his finger down the list when he realized he could scroll down the page, the command lines were not the only settings in each profile.

There among a bunch of default settings Jim had made to be to checked or unchecked had to be the problem. There were boxes for time of day for commands to take effect, types of sexual activity to automatically engage in, and then he found it.

Under a category listed "Fetishes," were a few that Jim apparently wanted checked automatically. 'Wow,' Andrew thought, 'he must have really been around to set women to act the way he wanted by default.' Sure enough, the boxes tagged [Exhibitionism] and [BDSM - Dominant] were checked and at 50% intensity.

Andrew didn't know whether to be angry at the remote or to feel lucky that he'd been dealt only as badly as he now was. He pressed hard on the uncheck button, not that he needed to, just that he was frustrated and irrationally thought he'd take it out on the remote. They didn't uncheck anyway because Abby was downstairs watching a movie and not in range. 'Damnit Jim,' he thought with his worries about Abby and what he'd done to her beginning to melt away.

He walked down both flights of stairs to the basement where Abby sat in the dark, still in her dress and covered in a blanket. It seemed he'd really messed with her feelings and she was coping now; she never really went in the basement because she didn't like it down there in the cold darkness.

"I hope you aren't planning on staying down here with me," Abby said without looking at him as he stepped off the last stair.

"Abby, wait..."

"Nope, we have nothing to talk about."

Andrew decided that he couldn't fix this situation without the remote. He promised himself he'd not rely on it like this all the time, but for now his inexperience with it had gotten him in too deep and he needed to use the remote to fill the hole he'd dug with it. He unchecked the two problems in Abby's profile, but now he had to work on her attitude.

[You will not remember being denied by your brother this evening or your corresponding anger]

Yeah, that would probably take care of it. He pressed the green button. It sapped 53% of the power from the remote immediately! Jesus, he knew it was necessary, but she was really going to hold on to that if he hadn't commanded her not to - it was easier to pause time! He thought that was probably enough, but knowing that Abby's sexual forwardness tonight toward him had been artificial as well:

[You will not remember any instances tonight of touching Andrew sexually or any feelings of dominance or exhibitionism]

That was fair too. That took about 25% of the power from the remote to carry out - 22% left.

[You remember sitting on Andrew's lap and enjoying it]

22 % left. Andrew couldn't help but beam with pride at that one. He thought he was about done, when one more happy thought popped into his head.

[If you desire to masturbate when Andrew leaves, you will do so and have a powerful and satisfying orgasm] [You will have a very restful night's sleep and dream peacefully until morning]

10% left. He honestly wanted to make up for the pain he'd caused her tonight and the meddling in her brain he'd done to cause it to go so wrong. "Are you going to sit down and keep me company or just stand there," Abby looked at him with a cute look of testiness. To her he'd just been standing there idly for a few minutes now. He took a seat behind her on the couch and she lay her head back on his shoulder. This was one of the few times they got on exceedingly well, when nobody was around to see. Everything was back to normal.

"Eyes on the TV jackass," she told him off. 

'Yep, everything was definitely in its proper place.' he thought smiling.

Her eyes caught the light of the TV, glinting at him as looked up from her perch on his shoulder, and the soft light dramatized the curves of her body, still bound by the enveloping cotton. He thought of staying, of seeing if he could end the day on a higher note, but the remote was on its last leg, as was Andrew after the trying day so he bid his sister goodnight and left her to finish her movie alone.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out." Abby said, pleased with herself "Love you!" - sarcastically.

He knew from the sideways grin that she had meant it, but it didn't change the fact that he'd have to go back to being constantly plagued by her teasing and snide remarks the next day. It was a small price to pay; tomorrow he knew he'd have to work out a way to give her what she deserved or he was going to pop. He'd figure it out; for now he could only think of getting some sleep and dreaming about what lay in store for him. As he ascended the stairs he remembered something and paused mid-climb. Some sounds of rustling came around the corner, and after less than a minute, a soft but undeniable moan made its way to his ears. It was enchanting and authentic, the sounds of her touching herself so. His mind conjured up images of Abby pulling the hem of her dress all the way up (not that it had very far to go) and stroking her fingers softly across that little slit of hers. He couldn't wait to have the opportunity to be there too... 'Soon,' he thought, 'but for now - good for her.' Ever the one to be looking out for his sibling, even if she'd likely return to being a total bitch the next day, he silently wished her a happy orgasm and left her to herself finishing his ascent up the stairs without a sound. He slept soundly that night, the quiet buzz of his charging remote lulling him to sleep.

When he awoke, he felt ready to attack the day having slept off the ups and downs of a dramatic and action-packed day before. He stood up out of bed and walked over to his huge window overlooking the pool in the backyard. Abby had been up for over an hour and had slid into what was in his opinion, the most amazing bikini she owned. It was a very petite, very simple and erotic number - woven with thick, soft cords of rope just the right off color white with a tiny bit of skin showing through each weave. It accented her tanned skin perfectly and it was smaller than most of her others, letting him see plenty of it. The cups simply didn't contain her awesome mounds, with bits of them spilling out and creating more jaw-dropping cleavage. At the nipples the weave tightened, perfectly concealing what lie beneath. In it she was laid out on a lounge chair twisted about just so, the sun praising her with its warm rays. 

Entranced by his sister's body - gently swelling with slow, relaxed breaths, Andrew unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing member. He doubted that it had fully softened since he decided to use the remote on Abby, not that it ever really did when she was around anyhow. He envisioned himself pressing Abby's soft plump pillows together, still loosely covered in her bikini and sliding his shaft between them, the rope strand that precariously joined the cups grazing him as he did. His hand worked over his shaft and he imagined that that it was Abby's, her pampered and soft hand gently working him into a frenzy as she had in the car the day before. Not that she would remember it, the remote had made sure of that. He had no idea that she was aware of him watching her and so he thought himself utterly lucky when she dove swiftly underwater only to emerge dripping wet and arching her back as she ran her hands over her silken, drenched hair. Continuing their trail down her neck and shoulders, her hands grasped lightly at her breasts. She delicately squeezed them together and then ran them down her strong abdomen; Andrew let out an audible gasp. Finally she waded over to the edge of the pool and thrust herself out, her breasts so terrifyingly close to falling out of her bikini as her arms thrust them together and she lifted herself from the pool.

Andrew was clueless to the pleasure that she was currently deriving from the teasing, thinking that he had simply caught her at an unbelievably good time. The sinful assumptions they both formed were making each of them hornier than ever, and when Abby turned from him and reached for the tie in her top Andrew nearly spilt his seed against the window. Angled just right so he couldn't take in an entire tit nor the puffy nipple atop it, his sister laid down on the lounge chair in front of her. As she extended herself face-down on the towel, Abby's breasts mashed against the lounge and she quickly pulled away the suit beneath. Seeing her laid out below him and watching her adjust her topless body, wiggling this way and that, was too much for him. Andrew came in strands, one after another all due to the captivatingly seductive vixen below, his very own sister.

Regaining his composure and quickly cleaning himself up, Andrew now focused with a clear head on what he'd promised himself the night before. Today was the day. He had certainly done his homework, putting commands in place to start Abby off on the right track. But what now? He had already decided not to simply force his will upon her, he wanted things to happen as naturally as possible. Maybe it was the cloudiness of sleep not yet gone or maybe it was his insatiable appetite for his sister not yet fulfilled, but no strokes of brilliance were coming forth. He decided to explore the remote a bit. He'd certainly started to get the hang of it now. Of course there was the tab for moving and control objects, and one for implanting new skills - he couldn't wait to take that one out for a spin... or a swim. 'Heck,' he pondered, 'why not try now?'

He hadn't yet used the remote on himself, and so when he opened up the tab that had a swimmer icon on it, pointing it at himself and choosing the butterfly stroke, it was an eerie feeling indeed. He clenched his eyes shut and pressed the button believing that he could be tempting fate with his attempt. Nothing. He hardly believed that it had worked, so, wanting to test it out, he headed down to the pool. Stopping at the door partly to prepare himself for the sight of his sister and partly to prepare for what he intended to accomplish today, Andrew gazed out at Abby. He took a step through the threshold, remote securely strapped to his arm.

"Seriously Andrew, It's only 10am and you're already being a pervert?" Abby was on him the second he was in earshot. "Yeah I do have eyes, crazy right, because I swear if someone asked you wouldn't know I had anything but breasts."

"Seriously Abby," he replied mockingly, "It's only 10am and you're already being a bitch? Wait, never mind, I forgot that was a 24/7 gig for you."

He walked right passed her and jumped into the pool, being sure to splash his sister as he did. He took immediately to the water and found that the second he tried to do the butterfly stroke, his muscles moved like they'd been doing it for years and he propelled himself through the water from one end to the other in no time. His newfound talents did not go unnoticed by Abby, who feigned sleep while actually watching Andrew's muscles ripple as he glided through the pool. Both brother and sister were shocked and Andrew proud, so he punched a few more swimming techniques into the remote and before long was unintentionally giving Abby a real show.

The remote's commands of yesterday were by now taking effect. As she watched him, thinking that his sinewy shoulders and rugged abs were something she'd like to get her hands on, Abby began to moisten. Normally, she'd shrug off such a thought, reminding herself that he was her little brother and pretend that she was disgusted instead. But the remote had taken care of that roadblock, the most important of all. The resistance toward her brother she'd previously felt was now alleviated, and thoughts of him entered her head and refused to leave. As her arousal pushed her imagination further, she started thinking of what other things she might do with an attractive guy like Andrew - not that she'd ever tell him.

Finished marveling at his new abilities, Andrew looked over at Abby, whom he'd seen staring at him when she thought he wasn't looking the few times he came up for air. This was new: Abby gawking at him. His heart skipped a beat - maybe the remote was finally working, letting her fantasize about him rather than quickly writing him off in denial and disgust. Once again, a light bulb in Andrew's head brought him another prime opportunity. 'If this remote can do anything...' he thought to himself, 'could it read Abby's mind?'

Clicking upon the icon in the shape of a thought bubble, he found that it pulled up only the one single green button. Pointing it at Abby, he entered it:

[Read]

He honestly did not know what to expect, so when images began to flash across the screen he was taken aback. It wasn't like watching TV, some images came and went before ever actually describing her thoughts or coming into focus. Others were more clear: the first couple of clear pictures were of shoes - how surprising. Then it lingered slightly longer on sweating glass of cold iced tea. Next Andrew saw his face flash across the screen, and then hold for a second. A faceless man of a well-built stature swam impressive strokes in a blurry pool of water. He believed now that the remote was actually rendering her thoughts, however discombobulated and stream-of-consciousness they might be. It was brilliant, he could essentially know whatever someone was thinking simply by pointing the device at them and clicking a pressing a singular green button. He noticed, however that the percentage points of battery were ticking away fast enough for him to actually watch the battery count down - about 1% ever six or seven seconds.

After images of her brother remained for a few seconds longer, each one in the same dream-like rendering things got suddenly more real. Vivid memories of Abby sitting on his lap in the car and Abby gyrating to the bumps and jolts of the car came into view. Then Andrew recognized himself moving in a point of view style in a way he could only describe as...sex. Was Abby imagining having sex with her brother at this very moment? Abby had certainly been pushing the envelope with her brother but these fantasies of Andrew were altogether different. The blurred images of the perceived incestuous activity remained for a few seconds before the screen returned back to useless pieces of clothing, best friends faces, and some pop culture concepts.

Andrew got out of the pool deep in thought and not noticing Abby watching him off and on the entire time. He headed into the house to fix himself something to eat and formulate the next stage of his plan. Andrew could hardly believe what he'd seen. If he was right, it meant that Abby might be a lot easier to persuade and his plan would be taking form any time now. Snacking on this and that, and pouring he and Abby a glass of the iced tea she was dreaming about, Andrew headed back out of the kitchen toward his beautiful sister in the same position he'd left her. 

His cock was somewhat hard from fantasizing about Abby and her perceived dreams of being fucked by her brother, so it wasn't hard to make out the form of his penis through the polyester stretched over it. He was a reasonably impressive 8 inches. Andrew walked out the door and once again took in the sight of his sister's topless body from the side, quite obviously at that.

Seeing him ogling her, Abby started: "Come back for mo..." but she cut off suddenly as she looked over at Andrew and her eyes fixed upon the taught fabric over his inflated manhood. This was undoubtedly out character for her, openly fixating on her brother instead of the other way around. Andrew could only assume that his plan was working and his excitement was welling up inside him..

"What's the matter sis, cat got your tongue?" The tables had finally turned, and Abby could barely take her eyes off him long enough to respond, even then it was only when he jumped in the water and she could no longer see his package against the trunks.

"No...I was..." a stutter was so uncharacteristic of his overly-confident sister that he nearly laughed out loud. "just thinking how you were ruining my alone time." Abby finally managed. There was no doubt in his mind that the remote had worked wonders. He could only imagine what kind of things he'd be seeing if he had the remote read her mind now.