extrem incest

Being stuck in a wheelchair did not mean Sport was helpless. In fact, being disabled since birth had cultured and created a colorful and very interesting person. He was sixteen, an difficult age for some, a interesting age for others. Sport was a combination of both. His whole life had been a struggle, right from his difficult birth. So difficult that his mother died only seconds after he appeared. After that his father resented and mentally abused the young man, until they rarely ever saw each other.


This story is not about his disability, so much as his ability. An ability that he created wholly in his mind. Some may classify the boy as evil, or demented. And others will call him special and gifted. But in truth, Sport was only a desperate teenager that had discovered his “power” at an early age.

The “power” was his mind. Nothing else, just his mind. But it was a power that is uncontrollable, and so special that the young man never did learn to fully use it. It started at a early age, with the simple movement of telekinesis. A teddy bear that was out of reach, and no one in sight to help, he simply desired the toy so much that it suddenly jumped to his hand.

There were several other incidents that occurred. And until Sport’s father discovered the boys “powers”, it was simply a game like any other. But that one time was enough, the lad was beaten with the belt until sitting in his wheel chair was impossible. From that time forward, he only used his gift with discretion.

After that he learned to use this power without the knowledge of others. Sometimes “listening” to minds or “projecting” his “eye” beyond the confines of his fathers house. Sport was also able to heal the body, healing a broken leg of a favorite dog. Though the ability to heal himself was always beyond his control. Not to say he could not do it. Rather, he felt that if he did it, he would loose this “power” that he had acquired. So to keep his abilities, he had to live with his legs being useless. There were many abilities that the lad had taught himself, many could be useful to society if the teenager had wished.

Traci, his sister, happened to be Sports best and only friend.

She was also his nurse.

She had begun working for Sport’s father, for a salary, four years ago, when the boy was only twelve. And in those years spent so much time with the young man, she clearly loved him very much. They talked about everything, well except his power. She was the first female in Sports life that he felt affection for. She did not get along well with her Father and had her own apartment but she would come to his room, first thing in the morning, and help him get out of bed. She would fix his meals for him, watch TV with him, and even stroll with him through the park down the road.

Yet, Traci didn’t notice the cold reaction she had received when she told her brother that she was getting married. She was twenty-eight, and a very attractive woman. But for some selfish reason, Sport never considered that she might have a life outside his house without him. A few weeks went by, while the young man held back his emotions and feelings on the subject before he tried to use his powers.

She sat upon the couch watching TV with him, using a subtle mind link, Sport began to reach into her thoughts. At first he was worried that she would become aware of his attack, since he had never tried this with anyone before. Yet after he sent a telepathic suggestion to her, and monitored her thoughts for a few moments, did he realize his powers had worked.

Traci turned towards Sport and smiled with a pleasant and warm smile. Sat up, picked up the dishes then departed the family room. For a moment, the lad wondered if his attempt at altering her thoughts actually worked.

In fact when she returned to the family room, Sport spoke nonchalantly. “Are you wearing panties?” If his suggestion didn’t work, then he would pass off his comment as a joke. Only her reply would tell him his power had worked.

“Yes I am.” She stopped and stood in the doorway of the family room, a puzzled look upon her face.

Another test was in order. With a smile Sport ask her, “Would you take them off please?”

“Right here?”

“Yes.”

Very calmly, Traci lifted the hem of her dress and reached underneath of her panties. But the movement froze Sport. His power over another human had worked. Not only had it worked but worked so effortlessly and easily that it had taken him by surprise. He watched as the cotton white panties were unceremoniously moving down the long slim legs.

What could he do now?

Sport had never thought beyond the simple suggestion to his nurse and best friend. The suggestion that all the emotion she felt for her fiancée be transported to him. And that he would support his every need. Initially it was to keep his friend by his side for years to come. The fact that the power had controlled her enough that he watched as she was taking his panties off for him.

The fact that she was a beautiful woman did not pass him by, it had only been a benefit to being his sister and only friend. Being stuck in his chair did not render his teenage yearnings any less. Just frustrated him enough that he blamed his lack of a social life on his wheelchair and his disability. Of course he hated his lifeless legs, but not enough to heal himself. He liked his powers even more.

“Would you like them?” Traci startled him out of his thoughts, and was wearing a smile unknown to him. He had no answer to his mental thoughts and didn’t reply. “Or would you rather I put them back on.”

His answer slipped from him, “No.” He reached out and she placed them in his palm, after stepping up to him.

Bending over to playfully kiss his nose she spoke, “Would you like me to wear any tomorrow?”

Her breath was warm upon his face, and he suddenly realized he had never kissed this woman before. Nor had she used the tone of voice she was now using upon him. Was this the way she spoke to her fiancé?

“Please don’t.” He tried to hide his embarrassment unsuccessfully. “I like the idea of you…”

She kissed him again, and interrupted, finishing his sentence. “Being naked underneath my skirt?”

“Yes,” he stuttered the next word, “naked.”

She stood back up, “Well I never before imagined, but the idea of having my bottom bare near you excites me.” She quickly turned before he had time to say anything, and left back to the kitchen.

Sport held the panties in his hand, and only realized that he actually had them. Feeling very naughty and excited, the teen spread the cotton briefs and studied every inch of the small undies. His heart beat so fast that he didn’t even noticed a pleased Traci looking at him around the corner.

For a week, no hint of what had transpired that eventful day had crept into conversation. Traci did nonchalantly tell him her proposed marriage with her fiancée was over. For good. And besides her adoring smile at him and her panties under his pillow, he would not have believed his luck.

He didn’t use his powers with her over that time, but instead practiced upon the young girl that lived across the street. Directly across from his window, in fact. After the initial use of his power upon another individual, using it on another person became even easier.

Her name was Claudia. And ever since Sport can remember she had always made fun of him. She was a cute fifteen-year old, that would sometimes strip down to her panties and bra before her window, frustrating the disabled young man, before again dropping the shades.

Well it happened three nights after “that” day with Traci, Claudia began her little strip tease and dance before the open window. Sitting up in his bed, in his darkened room, Sport sat frustrated and mad. Hatred and even desire ran through his veins. Why did she sometimes do this to him? Obviously she danced before the open window sometimes looking directly across into the darkened window across from her bedroom. Once, she even poked fun at him, saying he was a “dirty cripple” that would watch her through her window. She was right, he watched her, but she was the one that initiated the encounter.

This time when she wiggled her slim hips around her cluttered bedroom, Sport attempted to control her body. At first he wasn’t able to do it. Then he suddenly felt within his mind, a psychic touch with her physical body. As he watched, he saw the shock upon her face as she suddenly stood before her window dressed in her favorite dancing clothes, panties and training bra. Knowing that her body was not following what she willed it to do. It was under control of the “dirty cripple” across the street. Of course she didn’t know that.

Across the divide that separated them, Sport moved the girls arms and hands until Claudia began to undo the bra strap behind her. Soon the ugly under garment feel from her shoulders exposing her pointy teenage breasts.

Sport didn’t stop there. He moved her hands to her almost-boyish hips and began to push down her panties. It was the first time the young man had seen so much of a woman’s body. And when the girl moved her panties past her hips, he saw the hairless crack of her sex. Of course he knew how a woman was built, but had never had the pleasure of seeing just how beautiful a sight it actually was.

Claudia stood again after she stepped out of her panties. Terror written on her face, as Sport forced her legs apart slightly. He forced her to stand perfectly still as he enjoyed the visual sight of her body. She had curly brown hair, long slim limbs and hips, small almost nonexistent breasts with pointy dark pink nipples toping each. But the sight that he enjoyed the most was the dark crack of her vagina. It started high up on that delightful mound and disappeared between her legs.

The scared teen turned slowly until her back was facing the window and stood still. Sport saw the round firm buttocks and lean almost boyish back. Her arms were holding her hair to the top of her head.

He was about to force her to again face him when a knock upon the door startled him. It broke the mental contact he had with Claudia’s body. And she disappeared behind he wall and then the light was turned off.

“Are you awake Sport?” It was Esmerelda, a middle-aged woman that lived and worked for his father taking care of the house. She only wanted to know if he wanted anything before she retired to bed? He hid the bulge between his legs and told her he wanted nothing.

It was one of the few times his father ate supper with his only son. And even that was a chore, since he actually read his paper between mouthfuls and ignored the young man completely. Sport sat beside his nurse, Traci, and across from him was Esmerelda. Betty, the cook, served the meal then sat at the opposite end of the table from the head.

Usually, it was a pleasant and delightful time of the day for Sport. Sitting with the three hired women of the household, talking and laughing. Yet with the older man in attendance, conversation was lacking. In fact it was almost quiet, except for the polite small-talk that was necessary at the table.

Yet for the young man it would be a different experience for him than any other meal. Today he had decided to find out if Traci was wearing any panties under her usually loose skirt. Actually he was prepared to investigate that fact earlier that day, but his fathers appearance had stole that idea quickly away. Not leaving him with any time to put his desire into action. Also with the completion of the meal, Traci would be leaving for home and the teens discovery would have to wait another day.

Sport was so excited at the idea that his body sometimes shook with adrenaline and contained energy. Thankfully no one noticed. His pent up desires forced his actions during that meal. He also wondered if his earlier suggestion to his nurse was still in effect.

Under the table, Sport placed his hand upon the knee of his pretty nurse. He froze and quickly glanced at everyone at the table, except Traci, to see if they noticed anything. He left his small hand in that place for several minutes, waiting to see if Traci discouraged his advances. Nothing.

With the tips of the same hand, he lifted the loose skirt up under his hand, between his palm and her knee. He took a mouthful of potatoes then quickly moved his hand onto the now-naked flesh of the pretty woman sitting next to him. The unfamiliar feel of female flesh was somehow wonderful and scary at the same time. He held her leg an inch below her knee cap. Traci still didn’t react, but continued to slowly eat, with only a small smile upon her face to reveal any emotion at all.

With the hand trembling, he slide it up the soft smooth flesh. Inch by inch, very slowly he moved upwards. Always expecting her to stop his advance at any second, and prayed she didn’t. In fact she didn’t stop him at all, nor did she help him.

His fingers felt the soft yielding flesh of her inner thigh as he continued to move upwards. Sport felt the opposite thigh hinder his advance any further and he finally pulled his hand from her warm flesh. Traci’s skirt was about her upper legs and must be exposing her long naked legs beneath the table. Sport wished he could view them, as he had witnessed them a week before as she pulled her panties from beneath her skirt. His hand moved to the leg farthest from him and gently pressed on the inside of her knee forcing her legs to spread.

Again she didn’t help nor hinder him.

Then he pulled the first leg towards him, knowing her long slim legs were widely spread in a vee beneath the table. He returned to his position upon her upper leg, his fingers discovering the flesh of her upper thigh. There was moist heat in that area, and at first it troubled his young virgin mind.

Only when he resolved to complete his voyage, did he discover the cause of the warmth upon her delightful flesh. The first thing he felt when he reached the area between her thighs was a thick curly bush, moist and warm. It was easily parted for his fingers to come into contact with the wet hot folds of her crack. At first only the tips of his fingers touched her crack, moving up and down the slimy channel. He discovered the hard bud at the top of the crevice and the sloppy wet hole at the bottom.

In fact, Sport was surprised when his middle finger was enveloped into her wet vaginal hole up to the third knuckle. Quickly he looked to the face of his nurse to see her gently biting the bottom of her lip and staring at her plate. He pulled the sunken finger from her inside her body, and rubbed the thick wet substance that covered it upon her warm soft thighs. He again returned to her crack and playfully slide his fingers and palm back and forth along the length of her crack.

Traci only moved once, when he again touched that hard bud at the top of her slit and wiggled it playfully. She shivered visibly, her bottom especially agitated upon the chair and his fingers. Fearful that someone may see the effect that his nurse was showing from his advances, he left that hard enlarged bud alone. And returned to the comforting hole at the bottom of her vagina. Using two fingers began a slow in out motion and continued this until his father placed the paper onto the table, showing that the meal was over.

Supper was over, as was the secret play that Sport had enjoyed with his sister. Betty returned to the kitchen. Esmerelda and Traci helped by taking the dishes out to be cleaned. Once when Traci was returning for another load, she caught her charge smelling and tentatively licking his fingers. Embarrassed they both turned red and returned to the usually after-supper duties.

Being separated from the general populace did not mean the young man was ignorant of the facts of life, in particular woman. He knew why she had been wet between her legs, and even the reason why she had wiggled her bottom so delightfully.

That evening, the same night when he had first touched his sister beneath the kitchen table, Sport lay in his bed wondering about the events that had transpired. It was still early in the evening, but he had given the excuse of eating too much at dinner, that getting away was easily accomplished.

Once, minutes after supper, Sport had seen the shine of moisture on the inside of Tracie’s ankle. The skirt hem ending about a foot from her ankle hindered his sight to that one instant. But he realized that the moisture that he had discovered between her legs was now moving down her long legs. Especially without panties to hold back the tide.

Without even knowing it, the pubescent teenager made a mental contact with his sister. He realized it when he “heard” her voice in his head as she was talking about fingers. Traci was home, and alone by the thoughts she projected. It did not take the lad long before he discovered that his beautiful nurse was masturbating to the thoughts of him.

Masturbation was a release that he rarely indulged in, leaving him feeling discontented. But now as he “listened” to Traci, his hands strolled down to his hard penis beneath his pajama bottoms.

She went over the events of supper time, with interruptions of feelings what she was undergoing beneath her own fingers. Sometimes she would remember a moment in the past when she touched him or he looked at her. Imagining situations when she indulged in innocent and sporadic teasing. She would return to the images of supper time and the feel of his fingers upon her sex and the electric thrills it sent through her. She remembered the sound of his voice as he asked her to take her panties off. And the sound of her own when she told him that the idea of her naked bottom around him excited her.

A flood of her image voice came to him, even with the miles that separated them. And as he “listened”, his own hands manipulated his hard cock. When Traci’s own orgasm exploded in her mind, with a flood of sexual and confusing images, Sport also released his seed.

Minutes after their mutual release Sport sent images of love and desire to his nurse. Across the miles that separated them, Traci fell asleep her hands still between her legs as she thought of her love for her charge.

Two days had gone by and Traci had been more than friendly, often inviting another encounter with his hand. Yet the young boy didn’t do anything with her, perhaps because he also enjoyed the excitement of his “love” and her urgency of another erotic touch. Instead when she was around or not, his mind would send her little bits of emotions, or thoughts, exciting her towards another self-love session. It became, that whenever she came around him she would faun over him, touching his hand or shoulder, looking into his eyes as if pleading. In all, Sport was enjoying the charade, though he reinforced Traci’s lady like values to hold back her desire she radiated for him.

It was about this time when Sport decided to enter the mind of the live-in maid, Esmerelda. What he “saw” startled him. The woman was a lively and sexy woman, completely opposite to her actions. For one, Sport discovered that on her night off she went to a remote bar and would often go home with a man for a nights passion. Another, she liked to make love with a woman just a much as a man, something Sport hadn’t thought of before. Yet it excited the hell out of him. Often as she worked diligently about the house, her mind was going over the encounters with her gentlemanly friends. So the talented young man began to intrude upon her thoughts and even mold a few to his own liking.

For one, he enforced the fact that he was the bosses son, and that she should watch her step around him. Much like she does with the old man. Yet he tried to build a strong desire to continue to work with him, to follow what he said and not his father. He wanted to try something, something different than with Traci.

So on that day, Traci being off for the day, Esmerelda spent much time around the disabled teen. When she bent over, as she often does, to fix the pillows where she had been sitting earlier, Sport promptly placed his hand upon one raised round cheek.

Esmerelda yelped then spun around, “Sport!” He smiled at her, then again reached out and grasped her breast a few feet from his face. She pulled away, “Don’t you realize what you are doing?” Both, of course, knew. “It, its not right!” Her voice had gone up an octave.

“I like you Esmerelda.” He smiled and interrupted before she could say something, “And would hate for father to discover what you allowed me to do.” She didn’t say a word, unsure of what he meant.

He tried another approach, as per his plan. “I’m sorry Esmerelda, I just… well you are so beautiful and I never thought you… But of course if you don’t like cripples!” He created a sad face.

His act and a quick mental link, forced her actions. She took the two steps to him and wrapped him in her arms. “I’m sorry Sport!” Kissing his brow. “I don’t mind if you are disabled, really dear.” Still pretending hurt, he melted into her shoulder. “It just that…” That very second is when his hand reached between them and clenched at her full round breast that hung inches below his chin.

She froze.

Sport moved his hand around until he completely held the end of the roundness in his small hand. After a few seconds he again moved it down to her stomach and pulled up her sweater to reach beneath. This time he cupped her breast against her bra, feeling her warm and smooth skin through the coarse material. His lips were next to her ear and he whispered, “Don’t wear a bra tomorrow if you want to keep working here.” He kissed her warm neck and then sat back letting her go.

Esmerelda stood and quickly straightened her sweater, frowned at him, then promptly turned and left the room.

That night, the lad sent the puzzled woman several mental messages, but didn’t try to force her decision. At least not directly. That next morning when she came to wake him before Traci arrived, it was obvious that her breasts were free of the hindrance of her bra.

Sport did not even try to hide his gaze as he watched the sway of her large breasts under another of her casual sweaters. And as he watched, both nipples began to harden, giving him an added delight. Esmerelda was unusually cold to him this morning, ignoring him as she went about her duties mechanically, not even glazing in his direction.

When it came time for her to help him out of bed and into his chair, that he first spoke, after her hands were busy helping lift him. “Open you shirt for me Esmerelda.” She didn’t say a word, or even acknowledged him until he was sitting down.

The older woman stood straight and with quick hands lifted the bottom of her sweater up to her neck and stood still facing him, her eyes forcibly ignoring his. Sport of course boldly viewed the large pale white bosom in a delighted excitement. Noting the silver dollar sized nipples and every wrinkle they revealed. With trembling hands he moved his chair closer to her then reached up to hold her flesh mounds in his hands. He stole a amused look up to her face and saw that she was biting the bottom of her lip while he explored her chest.

“You can lower the sweater now.” She did and was about to rapidly leave the room when he again spoke. “Now lift your dress up!” The sound of his voice revealed his excitement. She stood still for several long seconds as she seemed to contemplate her options.

When her hands clenched at the hem of her skirt, he felt the power of controlling another human being and it was like a bolt of electricity running through his body. Using his mind, he could make this older woman do anything. Even now hours after the last contact with her mind, she was doing things because of his direct intervention into her thoughts. He loved it.

“Higher!” She finally lifted it so he could see her crotch. He saw that her nylons were the kind that went up to her waist and completely covered everything of interest. And below that, was her panties which made a double hindrance to his sight. But Sport still reached out and felt the tight fabric over the mound that he had sought. She was an older woman, and wide in the hips, but not overly, and was still very attractive. And the mound between her legs looked like it hid a wonderful part of her body that he intended to explore. “I don’t like panty hose, I want to be able to touch you here,” he pressed firmly where he imagined her clitoris hid, “and here,” he reached up with the free hand and cupped her breast over her sweater, “so please don’t wear any more bras or panty hose.”

He sat back and enjoyed her frantic exit from her room. After a quick examination of her thoughts, decided she would not reveal his orders to the old man and left her to her emotions.

Sport had not seen Claudia since that enjoyable day, she had kept her blinds down when she was home, and avoided him out of the house. So late at night, when both houses were dark, he reached out his mind to contact hers. Soon he felt her sleeping presence. He instinctively knew that in a dream state a person was much more susceptible to certain suggestions or “orders”. So in only a moment, Claudia was up, her light on and her blinds open.

As before she did a strip of her night clothes, no underwear, until she again stood naked before her open window. Moving animatedly she moved a chair to the window and sat in it. Quickly her hands moved to her sex, her legs widened and her body trembled. Sport forced her to manipulate her hairless vagina for his viewing pleasure. He moved her legs over the arms of the chair until her thighs were very widely spread and her knees raised slightly. This gave the young man a perfect view from his perch. This continued for several minutes.

Suddenly the door to Claudia’s room opened. Standing there in her house coat was her mother, opened mouthed and frozen in surprise. This intrusion broke the mental contact with the girls body and she began to cry and ran to her bed to hide. The mother mumbled something Sport could not hear and promptly left, closing the door behind her.

For a moment, the young man forgot Claudia and worried about the older woman telling her husband about the sight she had witnessed. So he quickly found her thoughts inside the large house and quickly made a suggestion, changing the emotions that went along with her earlier vision of her daughter masturbating. These thought grew rapidly until the older woman found her sleeping husband and crawled beneath the covers to his lap.

So fascinated by this turn of events, Sport attempted to use another power. He visualized his eye moving over to the house across the street and into the bedroom of Claudia’s parents. Suddenly, almost as quick as he thought of it, his vision was suddenly traveling across the open space between houses to the open window of the young crying girl. The vision did not enable him to hear anything as he could see Claudia crying in her bed, but he ignored her.

His sight moved through a dark wall into two rooms until he found the room he was seeking. The light from the street lights and the moon filtered through the window giving enough light to see by. He noticed Claudia’s father, Bill Rutherford, right away lay in the middle of the large bed. While Jen was between his spread legs beneath the covers her head moving up and down over his crotch. This continued for some time, at first puzzling Sport until he realized what was going on. Mr. Rutherford pushed the blankets down to his knees revealing his wives head of hair over his middle.

Sports vision moved about he room to get a better view. The man held on to the woman’s head with both hand and controlled her motions as she bobbed up and down continuously. Yet her long hair hid everything that she was doing, thought he young man could easily imagine what a delightful sensation it would be having a woman do that to his crotch.

Finally Jen looked up from her work to look upon her mate. She began to climb up his body, her eyes looking like a wild predator as she positioned herself above his hips. She wore a long loose shirt which she quickly pulled up, her fingers pulling aside her panties before she dropped down onto the glistening pole of her husbands cock. Fascinated, Sport watched everything very closely. Bill held onto his wives hips and began to move his own up in time to her sinful descent. Both made faces of delight and ecstasy as they fucked quickly to the enviable explosion that Sport knew was the conclusion to this evening.

Bill bite his wives nipples through the thin shirt, while also pressing the fabric of her panties into her crack of her bum. Try as he might, Sport could not see the place where they joined, it was too dark and the clothes Mrs. Rutherford wore hid everything. Sport only guessed when the moment had come, Bill had made a stupid surprised look as his orgasm came. While Jen look saddened and frustrated to Sports surprise. They collapsed, holding each other closely.

Sport had seen more than enough and was about to break contact when Jen Rutherford rolled off the bed and moved daintily out the door of her bedroom and down the hall. His vision followed as she went through the dark house to the basement and a comfortable common room. The small attractive woman sat upon a long comfortable sofa and peeled her panties down her legs and then through them over into the corner. She spread her legs in the darkness and began to manipulate her sex with both hands. His vision could just barely see her form in the darkness and could only see a dark spot between her thighs where her fingers were moving frantically. It didn’t take long when she began to convulse, her body shaking and her head whipping back and forth, having an orgasm her husband could not deliver. Finally Mrs. Rutherford relaxed and took her time to catch her breath.

Sports contact was promptly broken when his sperm shot out of his enlarged penis to land upon his stomach and chest. He also caught his breath after the sights he had just witnessed. It was a large world out there with many wonderful and exciting women and Sport knew that he wanted to discover as many as he could. And with his powers he was able.

The next meal with the three older maidens was strained. Betty seemed puzzled by the silence that hung over the table. While Esmerelda stared at her plate, and Traci keep looking towards her charge with expectant eyes. Only Sport seemed in uncommonly high spirits. Often making a pleasant comment or asking a simple question to one of the ladies about the dinner table. And as usual the supper was delicious.

While eating Sport began to play with his sister’s body using a simple form of telekinesis. He manipulated her vaginal region, her clitoris primarily and her inner thigh teasingly. She often wiggled her bottom on the seat, looking around if anyone had seen, or moved her knees together as a cricket would. Once she even moved her hand between her legs and pressed down to relieve the sexual pressure contained there, to no avail. That and Sport noticed her arm movements and sent a signal for her to stop. She had to sit through the meal in a high state of arousal, much to the delight of her young charge.

It had been three days since Esmerelda was ordered to appear at work without bra or panty hose. Well it was very obvious that her breasts were unhindered in any way, but her legs were still covered in nylon. About to berate her, Sport decided to just slip his hand up the back of her leg as she stood with her back to him. Much to his surprise and delight, he felt that her nylons only went to mid thigh, and that they were held up by flowery type of harness to her waist. He promptly ordered her to lift her skirt high and then she did a slow spin to show him her stockings and garters, as she called them. Also she wore a skimpier type of panty that showed much of her thigh and he could see the darkness of her bush beneath. Beyond that episode, he had done nothing else.

It was after supper that Sport rolled his wheelchair into the kitchen and sat watching Betty moving about the large well stocked room. She never even noticed him, while he studied her every curve of her body. Betty was in her early thirties and from Latin decent. Her skin was a wonderful olive color and her hair jet black. Sport hadn’t even really noticed her plain strong features or her almost boyish body before his encounters with the other ladies of the household.

When she bent over the chopping table in the kitchen, Sport sent a command to her brain, severing all motor functions until he commanded otherwise. It took only the briefest second until Betty was laid out, her upper body laying on the table. The teen “listened” to her thoughts for a few seconds, recognizing her fear. She mentally screamed, nothing worked, not her mouth, her eyes, nor any muscle in her body. She was absolutely helpless. Betty could only listen to what’s going on around her and see was is right in front of her vision.

Sport rolled up behind her. “Is there something wrong Betty?” He didn’t even bother reading her thoughts. He let her panic for a few seconds before he reached out and lifted the hem of her tight skirt. He moved it slowly up her long straight legs to her buttocks, before forcing it higher over the curve of her boyish bottom until it was collected at her waist. “I can help you.” He touched her small panty covered bottom, feeling the muscles beneath his hands. “Yes I can help you… but you will have to do whatever I say from now on?!” He sent a mental command along with his words.

He pulled her panties down from her hips to a point right above her knees. Her slim bottom and long crack was exposed for his delight. He pulled apart her ass cheeks and studied every inch. She had very little hair upon her body, including her ass crack and even lower to her sex mound. He traced the trail from her tail bone to just where her vaginal hole began. Sport spent several minutes just studying her anus, the puckered wrinkled hole. Then he moved down to her vagina and plunged a finger into her. She was very tight, tighter than Traci had been, which surprised him. She was also drier, which did not please him.

He sat back satisfied for the moment, whipping his fingers dry upon her olive buttocks. While she lay there, be began to work upon her mind. She would not remember being helpless, yet would remember every touch that he gave her. He also left a suggestion that would enforce her determination to always follow what he asked. And he made sure not to touch any of her feelings that may go along with some of the suggestions he placed. Thus enabling her natural reaction whenever she followed his orders.

He enabled her motor skills and slowly wheeled himself out of the kitchen. Not looking back, even when he could feel his cooks eyes upon his back.

Sport finally acknowledge Traci’s desire by giving her the attention that she coveted. That afternoon, as she pushed his chair through the perfectly groomed park near his house, that he proposed to her. “Would you do something for me?”

Without any hesitation, “Anything…” The beautiful woman also had a slight tremor in her voice.

“Would you play with yourself while I watched?” He turned his head to look upon her delighted features. She only nodded and smiled shyly at him, as a response. But her step quickened as they headed back home. “Over there, between that group of trees. I want to see you touch yourself there.” His arm pointed to a shady secluded spot off the main trail. She pushed him between the trees to a small grove, well shaded from the surrounding park.

“Over there on that grass should be comfortable.” Again he pointed, this time with a slight tremble in his hand. Without a sound Traci walked slowly to the slight hillock and sat down. First she pushed her comfortable flat shoes off, then she smiled happily at her young charge as she unbuttoned her blouse. “You are very beautiful Traci!” He meant it, but it also was spoken to reinforce the mental commands that she had been given. And she beamed hugely as she continued to slowly undress.

Traci was proud of her body, that could be seen in her movements. She was also very attracted to Sport, thanks to his suggestions, in this she had no choice. So she used her beautiful body to snare the young man, to incite his hormones, not knowing that everything she did was under his control in some fashion.

Soon, Traci lay upon that bright green grass with the sun sifting through the trees to brighten her gorgeous naked body. As seductively as she was able, she spread her legs and lay back, her eyes upon the large unblinking eyes of the teens. Slowly she grasped her round firm breasts and kneaded them slowly, always pulling the little nipple outwards before going back down to the base of her breasts.

Sport watched every detail, every move, very closely, as she moved one hand down her stomach to the expertly trimmed triangle between her legs. The young man could feel his heart pounding in his chest as his sister began to manipulate her sexual organs for his pleasure. The thin fingers ran through the bush and gently sliding a finger along the shiny pink trail. The longer she did this, the more the rest of her body responded. Traci began to rotate her buttocks, lift her hips, dig her heels into the soft ground, arch her back, and close her eyes and let her head fall back to the ground. She moaned through her clenched teeth even while the second hand also found its way between her legs.

She used one hand to manipulate the hard little bud at the top of her pink slit, and the other to rub up and down the length of the flowered open lips. The moisture was covering her fingers and dripping down her lower thighs and buttocks, giving her radiant skin more luminescence. Her body became frantic as it wiggled and ground about on that small hill. Traci’s orgasm was soon approaching, Sports mental instructions had kept her in a sexually aroused state and just the touch of his eyes upon her could easily bring her to the edge of orgasm. To push her over that edge, all she needed was the touch of her fingers.

Sport had intimately touched that gorgeous sexual organ, and had mentally aroused it, and also witnessed several others. But the intensity of his nurse’s orgasm was very compelling, seductive and addicting. At that moment his lust and love for women intermingled and he desired more. His power that had brought about this moment was paramount in his own mind and nothing was going to interfere with his drive to discover more. The aroused exhausted state that his sister was in soon after her orgasm was a very erotic time for him, as he “spied” upon her drowsy thoughts.

Esmerelda had been purposely avoiding Sport since that day he told her to wear no bra. She didn’t hide her anger when he had fondled her stockings and thighs, nor did she allow her anger to be shown to anyone else. Of course she didn’t say anything to anyone else about the teens advances, nor could she with the commands placed in her mind. A part of her was fascinated and attracted to him while the other was disgusted at his blunt regard towards her privates.

“Esmerelda, please close the door.” She did. Every night she would make sure her charge was comfortable in his bed, since Traci went home soon after supper, it was left up to her. Lately she had been very quick about tucking him into bed. “Come here please.” The boy smiled as she walked the few steps to his bed, her face a stone mask showing no emotion whatsoever. “Take your skirt and sweater off.” She froze, afraid of what he would ask after most of her clothing was off. “Now Esmerelda!” He spoke with a sweet venom that spoke more than those simple words.

Sport watched as the older woman took off the garments, moving unseductively and methodically until she stood with her panties, stockings and garters and shoes. The young man wanted to try something with the experienced woman, something that he had witness a few days before. And after the show that his nurse had given him that afternoon, his sexual energy was very high.

He pulled the covers off his body with a sweep of one arm uncovering his naked body. Then asked, “Have you ever sucked a mans penis before Esmerelda?” Of course he knew the answer to that question, but his own ethics demanded he ask. She just looked stunned at him. “Have you sucked cock before?”

Quietly, “yes.”

He smiled at her, giving her the next command mentally. The middle aged woman looked upon his well proportioned penis for the first time, knowing that she had to perform to his wishes. Sport watched as she walked around to the foot of the bed then climbed on. She crawled up the huge soft bed on her hands and knees, moving his legs apart as she came closer to his midriff. Moving mechanically, she dropped her head with mouth open onto his already hard cock. Swallowing it to the base, in the first attempt.

As Sport had seen his neighbour do, he grasped the back of her head in both hands, his fingers intertwining into her hair. Esmerelda sucked frantically, hurriedly. Quick to finish her duty. She was indeed experienced at sucking a mans cock, but always at her digression. It was a fantastic and wonderful feeling, having a mouth move up and down while sucking on his sex organ. His one regret was that he could not move his hips up to meet her mouth, as it felt natural to do so. Instead his head fell back and his eyes closed shut.

He sent a unconscious mental wave of sexual gratification upon the woman before him. She began to work harder and one of her hands slide between her thighs to clasp the panty covered crotch. The boys orgasm was not long in coming, after the show he had viewed earlier that day and the strong sexual energy that caused his quick demise.

Esmerelda swallowed loudly as the boys sperm shot into her mouth and eventually down her throat. Her raised bottom was wiggling about in the air, her hand maneuvering under her undies. She moaned even as the last spasm forced the teens come into her mouth. Her own orgasm small, but yet fulfilling.

Sport was exhausted, and realized why his victims seemed so tired after having a powerful orgasm. Even though he had been barely aware of anything beyond his cock and the skilled lips, he realized that Esmerelda had also enjoyed the moment. And when she began to enjoy her duty, her skill became exceptional. He was so exhausted that he barely noticed his maid leave his room, after giving his cock a quick kiss.

For the first time since his discovery of the powers he had and how he was able to use them, did he feel sorry for one of his “victims”. It was Claudia, the girl next door. For one, she was fully conscious and very fearful of the actions she was forced to do while being unable to move. In fact since the last incident, Sport had “peeked” in on his young neighbor and discovered her genuine fear for what had happened to her.

His guilt for Claudia was not that he “forced” her into these compromising positions, no, it was because she was not enjoying herself. Even when controlling Esmerelda, making her do something that she felt repulsed by, she always enjoyed the touch or action in some perverse and enjoyable way. Claudia should enjoy his attentions as much as the other women in his life, perhaps even as much as Traci obviously enjoyed it.

So Sport spent two nights, about twenty minutes each, searching into the girls mind and erasing the fear that went along with her episodes. Then he implanted a suggestion of her enjoyment, though a shy girlish enjoyment, of her previous actions. And the excitement of the unknown future of more of the same. He also discovered through his travels through her mind, that she was a virgin in the truest sense, never before had she even touched a boys privates, let alone be touched. He also found what made the girl “tick”, where she enjoyed being touched, how. Even learned of her girlish fantasies of romantic adventures of impossible situations and places.

When it was over, Claudia was a new girl, at least on the inside. Outside she was exactly the same teenager that had danced around before her window to entice a cripple that peeked at her. He spent a few nights after, mentally joining their two minds as they masturbated simultaneously. She knew that in some way she had a “guardian” that watched over her and gave her pleasure. It was a new romantic fantasy of the girls, one that she trusted completely. Once he again had Esmerelda suckle his cock as his mind coupled with the girl across the street.

It was on one occasion that Sport settled down for the evening, after fondling Esmerelda’s breasts that he linked with Claudia. He found that she lay naked under her covers, in her large pink bed, and awaited the “guardian” that had given her many pleasures through the last several nights. In this way, the mind link was exceptional easy and Sport discovered a new power. One that could only be used on an individual that was completely open to the psychokinetic link.

Very quickly, and to his confusion, Sport opened his eyes laying in a unfamiliar bedroom. He had projected himself into Claudia’s body. He knew that she was completely aware of her surroundings but could not control or converse with the intruder. Sport could feel the unfamiliar body, the strange sensations between his legs, the surprising feeling of muscles in the legs. It was a power that Sport had never conceived and would not have normally tried it, since he would have been afraid to try it.

Quickly he pushed down the thick quilted down blanket covering the unfamiliar body and then looked down upon Claudia’s nakedness. Through her eyes, as if he possessed this new body, he was completely aware of the new sensations flowing around him. The electric tingling between her legs mixed with the warm wetness that was contained between her nether lips. The itch of the hardened nipples upon a almost flat chest. The slight curve of the hips. Less strength in her thin arms. And yes, he lifted both feet high in the air, the legs.

Never before had he been able to feel these things. Some of which he did not enjoy as much as his own body. Yet, the new feeling in the legs was a very seductive drug. He stood upon the bed and bounced playfully, feeling the strong young muscles rippling. With a huge smile he jumped off the bed, with wobbly feet since he had never actually walked before, and looked delightfully into the mirror. Reflected back was the girl next door, yet his eyes were the ones looking out.

Up close he saw and felt every inch of this body he had possessed. The fingers testing the hardness of the small nipples until the enjoyable sensation turned to pain. Of course the feeling of his finger running through the slimy slit between his legs. It was very strange reaching down between his legs and not finding his penis. Almost naturally he began to agitate the hard bud of the clitoris high up on the vagina. He shivered with the wild sensations that ran through him.

Sport had only begun to experiment with the new powers that allowed him to possess his neighbor, but knew there was something else. He opened the door and peeked out into the darkness of the long hallway. Knowing this house from his previous intrusion with Claudia’s mother, the young man knew exactly where he was going. With trembling, unsteady feet he walked down the darkened hallway. His body shook with cold and fear as he saw a small light from down the hall, coming from the living room.

“Claudia!!” The hushed word startled the young telepath, and took him a partial second to realize he was be one being addressed. “What are you doing?” Sport turned and saw Jen Rutherford dressed in a nightgown holding a water glass and staring in surprise at her daughter.

“Uh… I couldn’t sleep.” His voice sounded completely different in his ears.

“But why are you not wearing anything? Get back to bed right now!” Sport could see the embarrassed surprise written on the mothers face. And remembered that she had caught her daughter in a compromising position a few days earlier.

It was at that moment that Sport departed Claudia’s body, leaving her naked before her mother, and returned to his bedroom.

Every few weeks it was Traci’s duty to take her young charge to the Doctor for his examination. And in his young inexperienced mind, he was worried that the doctor would somehow discover his heightened powers. So sitting, waiting in the doctors outer room, Sport sent a command to the receptionist to change the appointment book. There was five doctors that shared this large elaborate office, one happened to be female.

Doctor Kesner was a middle-aged slim woman who always wore spectacles and a white lab coat over a conservative dress, and always had her hair tied back in a tight bun. She entered he examination room where Sport waited alone. “Good morning Sport. I see that I’m taking over from Doctor Grodin?” His original doctor.

“I guess so, I don’t make the appointments.” She nodded then requested he remove his shirt so she could listen to his chest. While her back was turned, and Sport was disrobing, the boy sent a powerful wave of sexual energy to the conservative woman.

She suddenly gasped and grasped at the edges of the sink for support. Sport hated going to the Doctor and wanted a distraction from his boring schedule. And Kesner happened to be an attractive woman. He sent another flow of energy and saw that he had the same effects upon her, except this time her knees buckled slightly. Obviously she had no idea what was going on.

“Are you okay Doctor?” He made himself sound worried.

“Yes… I need some air…” She reached from the door handle, but a simple suggestion in her mind caused the door handle to be immobile. She held onto it for support as her other hand went to rub at her upper chest, trying to slow her breathing. She looked towards the calm boy and asked, “What’s happening to me?” Her eyes hungry and desperate but still in control.

Another wave, and she slide to the floor, her back to the door, her body was shaking with a uncontrollable quiver that Sport knew was barely controlled lust. “Do you want me to get another Doctor?”

She was wiggling her thighs together trying to calm the unnatural sexual tension inside her sex. “Yes… no, no. Please don’t tell anyone. I’ll be alright its just…” Another wave finally broke her strength. The woman gave in to the energy flowing through her body, stimulating both her mind and body. She rolled onto her back right before the young man and pulled her skirt up to her waist, her fingers quickly pulling aside her panties to agitate her clitoris and vaginal hole. Her wetness was obvious, loud and visually stimulating. Sport’s chair was only a foot from the Doctors ankles, his sight unhindered as he saw every movement of her digits against and inside her clitoris. Her body was wiggling around before him, her eyes clamped shut as she attempted to reach herself to orgasm.

Doctor Kesner was completely out of control. She forgot the disabled young man seated before her, and she also forgot where she was. The middle-aged woman only cared about the tingling between her legs. And her entire being was centered upon fulfilling the natural conclusion to her desire. And at the speed and ferocity that she worked upon herself, it would not be long.

Sport smiled as the doctor gasped out and ground her crotch into her hand, her body convulsing to the unsteady rhythms of her orgasm. The smell of the woman’s sex filled that little room in the sweet sharp odor. And the sight of her shiny sticky hand and thigh area very obvious. He remained completely silent as the doctor regained control of her faculties. Soon she even realized the teenager was watching her with wide excited eyes and stood unsteadily up and covered her bare crotch. She smoothed down her rumpled hair, and wrinkly blouse trying to regain her composure.

“Ah… I don’t know what came over me? I apologize…”

He tried to look innocent, “Do you feel better now?”

She blushed furiously, “Perhaps we should conclude this examination.” She grabbed the clipboard with his chart and quickly departed the room. Only slightly surprised that the door knob turned easily. It only took a few seconds for Sport to place a suggestion in her mind so that she would never reveal what happened in this room to anyone.

“I love you Sport!” Traci said it with such conviction and sincerity that the teenager never needed to “browse” her thoughts. Her strong feminine hands squeezed his knees, her eyes looking up into his. She was kneeling before him in the middle of the family room. “I would do anything you wished. You know that don’t you?” He nodded.

“You are so beautiful Traci,” she beamed at him, “and all I can think of is being with you.” He looked down upon her full red lips. “But I have a confession?!” He placed a perfect embarrassed look upon his face.

“You can tell me anything.” She reassured him.

“Its Esmerelda, she has begun to do things to me.” He could see his sister’s eyes widen. “She touches me at night before I fall asleep.”

Traci gasped surprised and mad, not exactly the emotions Sport wished her to feel. So he send some very subtle signals to her brain. “Tell me exactly what she did?”

“Last night she kissed my thing.” He tried to cover his face with his hands in mock embarrassment, but his sister grasped those same hands in her own and pulled them away.

Her voice was shaky, “Y… your penis?” He nodded. “Did you enjoy it?” The mild suggestions were taking affect, anger, arousal, and jealousy.

“Yes it felt very good.” He looked back into her blue eyes. “But…”

“Tell me Sport. You can say anything and I will still love you.” She again sounded very assured of her passion for her young charge.

“I wished it was you that kissed me there.” He brought one finger up to lightly trace her slightly open and moist lips. “Sometimes I think of you doing that when…” Again he paused dramatically.

“Go on, my dear!” Her voice was a little shaky.

“When I play with myself!” Again pretending embarrassment. She swallowed loudly then reached for his zipper, but the young mans hands met hers. “Please don’t! I love you too much to do that here, right now.”

“I want to…”

“Could we wait? I can. Esmerelda will continue whenever I ask her, she has told me this several times.” Again jealousy was written upon the unblemished features of his sister. “I want our first time to be special, to have meaning. I love you!”

A tear formed in the beauties eye, “I can wait however long it takes.” She pulled his hands up to her lips to rain kissed down upon them. Truthfully, Sport did have his earlier crush upon this older sibling, and wanted her to be the “one”. Yet this is not why he stopped her from using her mouth to please him. He had different plans this day.

“I want to ask you a favor?” She nodded, eager to please him. “I would like Esmerelda to kiss me again, but would you watch and make sure I’m doing everything alright?” He could see her surprise and incomprehension. “If I can’t have you I want you near me!”

That got her. “Yes dear I will watch you. But I wish it was me pleasing you.” It was a resolved, if not a reluctant woman who finally agreed to watch her young brother get a blow job.

Less than a half-hour later, Esmerelda entered the study and was surprised to meet Sport sitting all alone. The young man held one finger up to his lips for silence, before beckoning her over to him. She knew instinctively what was about to happen. Without a word, the middle-aged woman began to pull apart her shirt to expose her braless breasts. The experienced woman knelt before her bosses son and immediately began fumbling with his pants zipper.

Sport ignored the maid for some time, just looking into the eyes of Traci. She was facing them, standing in the alcove next to the sliding door. When Sport felt fleshy warm breasts squeeze the outside of his already hard cock, he played it up. Moaning and quickly grasping the kneeling woman’s head in his hands. Esmerelda moved her torso up and down, using her generous boobs to agitate him. The young man pulled her head to his crotch, pointing the route he wished her to travel. A warm mouth immediately encircled his cock.

From the alcove, Traci had lifted her skirt enough to reach a single hand to fondle her uncovered clitoris, the other hand squeezing her breast through her clothing. Sport sent a wave of excitement throughout the room, affecting both women. His sister moved her pelvis back and forth upon her hand exciting herself and her teenage lover.

Very soon the situation was too much for the teenager and he grasped the woman’s head and controlled her movements to heighten his ecstasy. He closed his eyes and let his head loll back as his orgasm was fast approaching. Let Traci enjoy the moment, because Sport certainly was.

Esmerelda pressed her face as far down upon his cock as she could go when she felt the first spasm rock the hard penis. She allowed the salty sperm to shoot deep inside her mouth and even directly down her throat. Only bringing her face up from between his legs when the boys cock finally began to shrink and the last drop of come had been sucked. She stood, and as in previous meetings, donned her top then quickly departed. She didn’t even notice the sexually desperate young woman in the alcove behind her.

With still shaky arm muscles, Sport rolled his chair over to his still masturbating sister. Reaching out he moved his hand upon hers, as it cupped and fondled her own sex. The area was very moist and hot. Traci responded favorably by instantly orgasming as the two hands felt between her legs.

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