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Subject: A story- inc, mc, nc, pedo
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Just a reminder for everyone who seems to have forgotten what
alt.sex.stories means.  Its a newsgroup for sex stories.  Not comments
on politics.  Not comments on which country is better.  Not comments on
racial issues.  Its just a place for stories about sex.  Its also not
just a place to bitch about other people not posting stories, and then
not posting one yourself, thus the attached story.

If you are reading this, and you find yourself offended, then go read
something else.  Why are you even in this newsgroup if you are easily
offended?  Here it is.  There may be more to come later.

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In the beginning I was afraid to use my powers.  

I had discovered them some time during my early teens.  I think when I
was fourteen, but it might
have been earlier.  The first time I clearly remember using the power
was when my younger sister,
Missy, had gotten into my stuff.  She was only 10 or so, and I was
thirteen.  My stuff consisted of
a variety of things: notes from some girls on the bus, my models, old
Lego creations, my books,
and other such items.  She was always going into my room when I was out
and messing up my
stuff.  Some times she'd break them, but most of the time, she would
just take them from where
they belonged and move them to somewhere else.  I'd tell on her, of
course, and she'd get
restricted to her room and stuff.  She always came back though.

One day, I came in from playing.  I was hot, sweaty, and dirty.  I'd
been playing "smear the
queer" with some of the other neighborhood guys.  I was kind of feeling
"pumped" because I had
been doing well, and all sorts of aggressive hormones were rushing
around in my blood stream.  I
quickly romped up the stairs to my room to change my clothes and get
ready for dinner.  I pushed
the door open, and there she was.  Missy was pawing through my stuff
again.  She had some of
my stuff laid out on the floor, and had one of my model jets in her
little hands.  She looked up
quickly, apparently quite surprised by my sudden appearance.  For a
moment I surveyed the
scene, but, charged up as I was, anger quickly filled me.  "What the
Hell are You doing in my
Stuff again!" I barked at her.  She flinched at my harsh tone and her
bright green eyes widened.  I
leapt at her, snatching my model from her hand, and shoving her a bit. 
She had been on her
knees, but my push knocked her over onto her back.  I payed no attention
to her, but inspected
my jet.  She had broken the little missiles off of the wings.  Anger
surged though me.  I shot my
hardest gaze to her, and she looked back at me with an expression of
shock, with tears running
down her face. "Get out of My Room!", I shouted in my angriest voice. 
As I did so, I felt an odd
rush in my head, like the feeling you get if you stand up too fast after
sitting for a long time. 
"Never Come In My Room!  Never!" I yelled at her, far to loud.  A surge
of energy filled me,
everything in my vision brightened, and seemed washed out.  She made a
small noise, like a
squeak and scurried out of the room as quickly as she could.  Once she
was gone from my sight, I
felt a hard snap in my head, and a sudden painful tightness gripped my
skull.  I closed my eyes and
fell over in pain, stars flashing in my mind.

My mother, who had just been down stairs during this whole event, came
quickly into my room. 
She just began the first couple of words to yell at me for being mean to
my sister when she
noticed me laying over on the floor.  She rushed to me, asking what was
wrong, and attending to
me.  Her touches and voice seemed so distant that I thought she was
talking to someone else at
first.  I managed to rise up from my pained position, and opened my
eyes.  Something about the
look of my eyes or the expression on my face startled my mother for a
moment, for she gasped
and drew back.  Just as suddenly, however, she came back over to me and
began stroking my
head and asking me what was the matter.  It was all very strange.  I
didn't feel very well, and I
told her so.  I was put to bed, and soon was fast asleep.

I slept a deep black sleep without dreams.  When I woke and rolled over
to look at my clock, it
said 6:20.  I assumed it was morning, and crawled out of bed to get
ready for school.  I glanced
out the window to check the weather, but when I did I noticed the sun
was setting.  I had slept
the whole day.  I went downstairs.  Missy avoided my gaze, but mother
came up and checked to
see that I was ok.  I asked her why she hadn't woke me up for school,
she said that she had tried
to, but I was so sleepy that she decided to let me stay home.  I thought
back, but I could not recall
her attempt to wake me at all.  Mother told me that I must have caught
some sort of 24 hour bug,
because I seemed ok now.  Indeed I did.  I felt better than I ever had
before.  I felt oddly
energized, but that could be explained away by the day of sleep I had
just had.  Life went back to
normal for a bit after that, or at least so it seemed.

I felt a bit guilty about the "attack" I had made on Missy, but she
never spoke to me about it.  She
stayed out of my way and out of my room. A few weeks passed without her
really saying a word
to me at all.  Mother was concerned, and she made several attempts to
get us talking again.  I
wanted to make up with Missy, the guilt was chewing on my insides, and
her silence gave it
strength.  Each time, however, Missy would talk to me politely while
Mother was about, and then
avoid me all other times.  Even with this behavior, it was not truly
evident that something was
really wrong.  She just seemed to be holding on to this anger at me for
longer than normal.  It
wasn't for another week till the real problem emerged.  

I was asleep in my room on a Saturday.  The family (Missy, Me, Mother,
and my Aunt Rita) were
supposed to go to the beach.  I woke up to the sound of Missy squealing
"NO! NO!".  I rose
from bed, and looked toward my closed door where the cries were coming
from.  I could hear my
mother talking softly beyond the door, followed by more yells from my
younger sister.  I walked
over to the door and listened.

"I can't go in there, Mommy!"
"Why can't you go in there, honey?"  my mother asked softly.
"I just can't!  Its bad!"
"You're just going to wake your brother up... he won't get mad about
that..."
"No! No! I can't!  Never!"
There was a struggle in the hall, and then I heard my sister's footsteps
racing down the stairs.
I quickly snuck back to bed, suspecting my mother would be in shortly. 
I was right.  She walked
to my bed side.  I pretended to wake to her approach.

"Missy is very frightened of entering your room now."  she said,
somewhat coldly.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I shouldn't have yelled at her... I've tried to make up
with her, but she doesn't
want to"
"You have to try harder.  I suggest you bring her into your room.  Let
her know that you aren't
angry anymore."
"Can I do it later... after we get back from the ..."
"No!  Your sister is traumatized.  You must straighten things out with
her now.  I won't have
another several weeks of this."

Missy was hiding in the laundry room.  She wouldn't talk to me.  
"Missy?  Please talk to me.  Come up to my room with me.."
"Never!", she cried, and tears came to her eyes as she huddled in the
corner of the laundry room. 
I reached out to get a hold of her, but she kept wiggling from my
grasp.  Shortly, I began to
become upset and angry.  I could feel the strange energy turning inside
my body again. 
Apparently Missy felt it too, because she suddenly looked at me with a
horrified look.
"Noooo...not again.." she whimpered quietly.
I tried to calm myself.  I backed away from her and looked up at the
ceiling.  I took some deep
breaths, something I remember my father doing when he got angry with
me.  He had gotten angry
with me a lot when he was alive.  Mother said it was his medicines.
"Please..."  I heard Missy whisper from her corner "Please don't do it
again".  
The energies stirred higher in my body, but I relaxed more.  Shortly the
strange energies spun out
of my body and were gone.
"I won't do it, Missy"
She looked at me with her wide green eyes.  I somehow knew that she
could tell that the trouble
had passed.  
"I didn't mean to make you mad...I promise I won't do it again" she said
to me, which surprised
me a bit.
"I'm not mad at you, Missy.  Please come up to my room"
"I ... can't" she said haltingly.
"I say you can now, so you can.."
"I can't... it hurts to go there"
I looked at the stark sadness on her face.  I could tell she thought she
was telling the truth.  What
had I done to her?  Whatever it was, I knew I never wanted to do it
again.  As I looked closer at
her, I could almost see the "something" that was causing her pain.  It
drifted about her head like a
haze.  Oddly, I felt some strange connection to the haze.  I reached out
toward her, toward the
haze around her head, and I could feel it.  Not really with my fingers,
but just as a strange sleepy
tingling inside my hand.  I wanted it to go away.  I tried to grab or
pull it, or wave it away with
my hand.  It stayed.  It seemed to waver and move at my touch, but it
would not leave.  I reached
in deeper, until my hand touched Missy's forehead.  Surprisingly, she
didn't pull away.  She
closed her eyes, and relaxed.  With my hand on her head, I could feel
the sharp stabbing core of
this cloud on her head.  I almost felt like I could grab it, but
obviously my hand couldn't reach
into her head where it was.  I squinted my eyes and looked hard at her. 
It was definitely there, the
more I squinted the better I could see the dark heart of this haze about
her mind.  Finally my eyes
closed, and just as they did, it was as if my hand was suddenly able to
move into her head.  I
grabbed the center of the ball.  It was silty and shifting, but I had
it.  I slowly drew my hand back,
and as I did, behind my closed eyes, I could "see" a sudden surge of
light.  My sister gasped.  My
eyes shot open.  Nothing appeared to be in my hand now, and the feeling
of it was gone.  My
sister lay on her side on the floor.
I quickly got down to her and lifted her head.  Her eyes fluttered open,
and looked straight into
mine.  A light, sleepy smile crossed her young lips.  I hugged her to
me.
"Oh, I am so sorry!  I'll never do that to you again!"
She held on to me, and patted me, and in a very calm voice told me
"It'll be okay now, I feel
much better".


Over the next year, I was very careful.  I stayed away from things that
might make me angry.  I
stopped playing sports as much.  After a bit, I started to feel like I
had the strange energies under
control.  Little did I know.  
My body had been changing and growing for years, but now things were
different.  I had started
noticing girls years ago, but now they had strange effects on my body. 
My mind filled with odd
urges, and I found my self staring at the well developed girls on the
bus.  Between stuff my friends
had told me, and some stuff I had watched on late night cable when mom
was out on a date, I
knew the basics of what sex was all about.  However, it had always
seemed strange and alien to
me before.  Now, I found I was thinking about it all the time. 
Sometimes I'd even have dreams
about it.  Unfortunately, every time I was having a really good sex
dream, the strange energies
would surge into me and I would wake up.  The energies made me
frightened.  I didn't want to
hurt anyone.  The same thing happened when I learned the fine art of
touching myself.  I'd feel
like I was getting closer and closer to I knew not what, and then
suddenly the surge would come
and fear would drive my mood out.  This became very frustrating after
just a little while, and this
frustration led to the events which followed.

My mom was out on a date.  I was "baby sitting" my sister.  She had long
since gone to bed.  It
was 11:00 and sexy movies were on the cable channel we got.  They were
strange movies, where
the people's words didn't seem to match what their mouths were saying. 
There was plenty of sex
scenes though.  The sex was filmed in a odd way, from my perspective. 
They never real showed
anything.  They showed naked people, and guys humping on girls, but you
couldn't see the parts
doing anything.  That's what I wanted to see.  I wanted to see it going
in.  Some of my friends
said that they had a movie that showed it going in, but I had never got
the chance to see it.  So I
watched and got hornier and hornier.  Eventually, I began to play with
myself.  I had become
rather good at it, considering I never got to finish.  I'd get myself
all worked up, then I breathe
myself down, then I'd do it again, and again, until I was tired out.  I
was right at the top when it
happened.  I was just about to stop myself, when suddenly there was a
noise.  I was setting on the
couch, my eyes close almost to a squint, stoking like crazy, when my
little sister came into the
living room.

She was eleven now, with just little budding breasts thrusting up
against her baby blue night shirt. 
Her blond hair hung about the sides of her head, spilling long down her
back.  She stepped into
view with a bleary eyed look at first, as she was looking at the tv, but
then she saw what I was up
to.  Her mouth came open and her bright green eyes widened, the
flickering light of the tv giving
them a magical glow.  The shock of her appearance startled me, but my
hand kept stroking me. 
The energies surged up into my body, and my muscles tightened all over. 
The room suddenly
seemed as if it were lit by daylight.  All my attention focused on the
staring face of my young
sister.  The drive of my sex and the presence of the strange energies
over whelmed my senses.  I
wanted sex and I wanted it now.  Almost as if I had been possessed, I
felt like I had been told that
I wanted my sister.  

"Come hear" I said in a voice far to deep to be coming from my young
body.  It seemed as if I
were above the scene at first.  However, as my sister walk across the
room toward me, I knew I
was in control of myself.  This was what I wanted, or at least what my
body wanted.  I gazed into
her flashing green eyes.  She still had a look of shock on her face.  I
could feel the confusion
coming from her, and a struggling curiosity behind that.  I was keenly
aware of the stark contrast
of the feeling we were having.  She was awash with confusion and wonder,
I was consumed with
lust and frustration.  I wanted her, but I didn't want her to feel the
way she did about this.  I
reached out and touched her head.  I closed my eyes.  I could "see" in
some strange way the way
her emotions and thoughts were stirring in her, and I could feel the
strong energies and feeling
surging inside myself.  As my hand passed into her head, however, the
energies in me began to
move.  They flowed quickly like water and filled her.  She moaned allow,
which brought my eyes
quickly open.  My hand was on her forehead, her eyes were closed, but
her small hands were
busy, rubbing up and down her body.  My frustration had ebbed to some
degree, and for a
moment, common sense almost came back to me.  Apparently, by passing my
desires into her, I
had lost some of the sharpness of mine.  I didn't have much time to
think about this though. 
Watching my young sister stroke her hands up and down her body was too
much for me to bear.  

Her eyes came open and she look directly into my eyes.
"I feel so ... ohhh..., I feel so..." she cooed, her hands rubbing
roughly across her small breasts still
concealed by the blue night shirt.  "What is happening?" she asked as
her hand wandered down
her body.

My mind was too overwhelmed for talking.  Touching, groping, fucking,
that was what I wanted
and I wanted it now.  The powerful energies lifted and swirled in my
mind.  The image of the
room and my excited sister grew brighter.  I could feel the flow of
energies emerging from me and
leaping across the short distance to my sister's body.  She was charged
up as I was because I
seemed to be somehow feeding my horniness into her.  Her hand reached
her pink panty covered
crotch and pressed there hard.  A soft moan escaped her lips, and her
eyes closed to narrow slits. 
In the background I could her a woman on tv moaning just like my young
sister was.  I glanced
momentarily to the tv.  A nude woman was sitting on a man's lap bouncing
up and down and
obviously enjoying herself.  I turned back to face my sister.  Her eyes
were looking to the tv as
well, but her hands were now inside her panties, vigorously stoking her
virgin slit.

I couldn't take it anymore.  I reached out and grabbed hold of my sister
by her nightshirt.  She
hardly seemed to notice as I drew her to me.  With nearly closed eyes,
she continued to quickly
rub herself, and was working her self up in to a state of excitement
that was all too familiar to me. 
I didn't want her to get to the top first, so placed my hand on the back
of hers and pushed down,
stopping her hand from moving.  Her eyes opened wide and she looked
straight into my eyes.  

"I want to do it" I said, "Take off your clothes."  For a moment, there
was a flash of hesitation in
her eyes, but soon the sexual energies that were flowing from me to her
weakened her resistance. 
She quickly stripped off her nightshirt, revealing her small, just
budding breasts.  They thrust out
proudly, just begging for attention.  As she went to peel off her
panties, I began rubbing my hands
over her breasts.  I had never touched a girl's breast before.  She
jumped and writhed at my touch
as if my hands had sent a shock into her.  I drew back momentarily, but
as I did she pushed her
breasts forward more, into my hands again.  Her panties fell to the
floor.

"This is bad" she said in a whisper.  As she said it, she reached across
the short gap between us
and wrapped her hand around my hard cock. "This is very bad" she said,
as a quirky grin spread
across her face.  "If mommy finds out... ohhhhhh!", she suddenly moaned
as my hand found her
little cunt.  For a moment, we were both still, just savoring the
feeling of the first touches by
another on our most private parts.   She was first to move as she
started pulling and rubbing my
cock.  She did it so perfectly that it was as if I were doing it
myself.  Somehow she knew exactly
how to do it.  In a way, I could feel her drawing how to do it from my
mind, the knowledge
passing across the arch of energy between our two bodies.  I, on the
other hand, had no such
information, at least not at first.  I clumsily groped at her little
pussy, rubbing with my whole
hand, and trying to work fingers in where I could.  However, after a few
moments, I began to
know that I wasn't doing it right.  I could somehow feel it.  I changed
my touches, trying different
fingers and combinations of fingers, rubbing different spots.  Finally,
I found it.  My sister
announced my discovery with a loud cry and a sudden arching of her
body.  She twisted and
moaned.  

"Ohhh.. That feels so good!", she cried out quite loudly. Her eyes
opened and she looked down at
her hand that was stroking me so good.  "I like this... I like this a
lot!"
"You are very good at touching me" I gasped out.
"Rub me some more" was her response.
"I want to try something... better" I said somewhat cautiously.
Her eyes gazed directly into mine.  
"I don't know what you want" she said in a very serious sounding voice
"but I want to do it."

I reluctantly drew her hand from me.  I reached out and grabbed her body
and drew her slowly to
me.  She looked down and watched our bodies draw together.  The moment
my cock pressed
against her, I felt a sudden surge to the top.  If not for my months of
self-practice, I would have
blown right then.  I breathed.  My sister watched me with some concern
in her eyes, perhaps
fearful she had already done something wrong.  Just as I got my self
under control, she looked up
at my face with a somewhat confused look.

"Why... am I doing this" she asked in a strange, halting voice.
"Because we want to" I responded, though I felt the answer was wrong, it
felt like a lie.  She
smiled weakly as she looked at my face.  I looked down at her young,
hardly developed body and
felt a renewed surge of energy.  As the pulse passed through my body, I
knew from her sudden
twitch that she felt it too.  Her eyes closed for a moment, then
reopened half way.  Her smile
changed to a lusty one like I'd seen the women on tv do.
"You're right... we do want to" she said, putting me at ease.  For a
moment I had feared that this
moment of fantasy might suddenly turn bad.  She began humping against my
body, my cock
rubbing against the outside of her pussy.  Her lust filled face stared
directly into mine.  Deep
inside, I felt suddenly wrong about this whole thing, but my body's
desires were so strong that
this common sense was soon buried again.

For a while, we just rubbed against each others bodies, my cock growing
harder than it ever had. 
Wetness dripped from between her legs, and her body shuddered with each
stroke forward.  I
wanted more.  I looked at her.  She was totally overcome with lust.  She
would do anything I
asked.  I could somehow see that now.  The stream of lustful energies no
longer were flowing
from my body into hers.  Her body was maintaining the energies I had
given her now on its own. 
I closed my eyes for a moment, and I could see it.  A glowing red cloud
surrounded my little
sister's body.  I had put it there somehow, just like I had put the "bad
haze" there before.  At this
point in time, however, I didn't care.  I wanted her and I was going to
have her.
"Grab my dick" I told her calmly.  She did so instantly and looked to me
for further instruction.
"Rub it against your pussy while you hold it" I ordered.  She closed her
sexy green eyes and
began to obey me.  Little gasps and moans escaped her as she did.  Soon
my cock was completely
coated in her juices.
"Put it inside you."  I wanted her to do it.  Somehow, inside me seemed
to feel better if she did it
herself, even knowing that I was responsible for her being that way.
For a few moments, she slid my hardness back and forth across her tight
little hole without getting
it in.  Then, with a small gasp, she began to slowly guide it into her. 
Across her face, I could see
little winces of pain chipping at the mask of lust she wore, but each
time, the horny lustful look
just returned.  An incredible tightness and heat wrapped my hard cock. 
Slowly, it inched into her
deeper and deeper.  A struggle came across her face again, but this time
she managed to come up
from the possession of lust for a moment.  She struggled to say
something, but now, even with
open eyes, I could see the red cloud overtaking her, choking down her
own desires.

"I can't ... we can't .."  She gasped out, which was just as quickly
followed by a low moan.  The
fight inside her mind was quite evident on her face, as she went from
looks of lust to confusion
and fear then back to lust.  "Mommy said... only.."  Her eyes opened and
closed wildly for a
moment, and her tight cunt got impossibly tighter around my cock.  
Stories of men getting stuck
inside women, ones I had heard on the school bus, suddenly came to my
mind, but they quickly
washed away.  "Only married people... only when..." my young sister
continued to struggle with
herself, even as she slid her cunt further down my cock.  I knew what
she was trying to say.

"Don't worry" I reassured her as best I could, my mind desperately
whirling with sexual energies,
while trying to find a good reason that she should do this.  Nothing
good came out, so I tossed
out a lame excuse, "I'm teaching you how....  You have to be taught
how.... " I struggled for a
few more moments, while she opened her eyes and watched my face.  "I'm
your brother so I'm
supposed to teach you how... I don't count...only other men".  That was
a really, really bad
excuse.  Inside my body, for a moment I felt the energies that had risen
so high in me began to
drop off.  I was so sure she'd never accept that story.  Suddenly, she
smiled at me, and the pain
was all gone from her face.

"I love you, my brother" she said with the happiest smile I had ever
seen on her face.  I was
confused for a moment, but I didn't have long to think about it for she
suddenly pushed herself
completely on top of me, pushing me back down into the sofa I had been
watching tv on before. 
With a loud cry, she thrust her virgin cunt all the way down on my
cock.  For a moment, there
was a great pressure inside her, then it was gone.  Suddenly she was
bucking and riding my cock
as if her life depended on it.  Her lips formed a tight "o" and an
almost silent cry was coming from
her.  My cock thrust deeper into her than I could have imagined.  Her
tight cunt clutched my
cock, pulling on me better than my hand had ever done.  

"Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes" She began to chant, imitating the woman who was
having sex on tv at the
same moment we were.  "Oh yes, Teach me!  Teach me how to do it!"  She
cried out loudly. 
Each thrust seemed deeper and harder.  I felt the powerful energies in
my body focusing down
into my belly.  I watched from beneath my sister as she humped wildly
down on my cock.  I knew
I was going to reach the top soon.  I reached up and grabbed my young
sister's breasts.  She
suddenly moaned louder than she had before, and her eyes opened and
flashed wildly.  She began
to convulse and twitch, still thrusting down hard on my dick.  I knew
she was at the top, and just
the thought of that, knowing that my little sister was reaching this
height of pleasure for the first
time on my cock, pushed me over the top.  I closed my eyes as the most
incredible surge of power
I had ever felt in my life tore through me.  I grabbed my small sister
and drew her down flat
against my chest.  Boom!  Boom!  Explosions of light filled my mind.  I
clutched my sister tightly
as my cock spewed out load after load of cum into her tight little
cunt.  In my mind, I could see
something strange though.  As my orgasm blew into her body, the colors I
could see deep inside
my sister, stuff that I felt was the difference between her and me, her
soul perhaps, was
completely enveloped by the strange energies that were now surging into
her body from mine. 
Shortly I could no longer see any of the colors other than the ones that
had emerged from me into
her body.  I opened my eyes and looked at her.

She looked up at my face from on my chest.  A strange smile was on her
face.  An odd look of
complete satisfaction seemed to cover her.  I watched her for a moment
in silence, and then she
said the words I had only heard girls say in my fantasies.

"I'm yours now" she said in a sleepy voice, "now and forever.  You can
do with me whatever you
wish.  I want you to."  The words were directly from my dreams. 
Whenever I fantasized about
the girls I could never have in school, I always had them say that to
me.  Now those words were
coming from my little sister's mouth, as if somehow I had passed them
from my body into hers via
my orgasm.  I looked directly into her eyes.  She wasn't lying.  I could
tell by the look on her
face.  I had changed something in her.  She would be mine to have anyway
I wanted from that
point on.

Soon, I was in bed.  My sister had went off to her room only after I had
ordered her to do so.  I
was now scared.  What had I done?  Had I broken my sister's mind and
made her into my own
personal sex toy?  I lay in bed not sleeping.  I remembered the image I
saw in my mind of the
colors that were my sister being over come by the colors that rushed
into her from my body.  Was
she still in her body or was she destroyed?  I shuddered in my bed. 
Perhaps I had killed my little
sister's soul just to satisfy my own lust.  The horrific guilt of it
chewed at me.  I lay in bed feeling
sick, with a sudden strange wracking headache, and wondered what my
future held.