Remote Possibilities 2: Sister Abby free porn video

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 c***dren 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 k**ding 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.

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 c***dren anymore, but their mother still endearingly treated them like it.

He sure felt like he was a c***d 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 c***dren 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 b*o, 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.

"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 i****tuous 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 s*s, 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.

Setting his drink down, he hopped in the pool and felt the cool water against his skin. He once again brought up the display on the remote (the old man that had given it to him told him it was water proof.)

Abby was clearly primed and thinking about sex, he knew that when she had gotten so derailed by the sight of his cock. Up until that point she had done a fantastic job of keeping the attraction she encouraged with all her teasing one-sided. And that was no easy task for any girl because Andrew actually did a fairly impressive job of staying in shape; Abby showed remarkable dedication by pretending to not notice his big shoulders or sculpted abs. Not this time though, she had been staring right at him and he could practically taste the tension in the air as her eyes took him in, namely his enlarged pole.

Wanting to have a bit of harmless fun, Andrew pointed the at Abby,

[stimulate vagina]

Again the green button arose, accompanied by a bar that was tagged "duration" and one that as always indicated intensity. He set it to the lowest time, only a second, and the intensity more than half way and let it fly. He almost laughed out loud when Abby jolted, face-down on the lounge and quite confused. Had her bikini shifted against her pussy? She looked around to make sure it wasn't her brother; no he was just wading in the shallows. She put her head back down to the lounge. God she was sensitive, she thought, and cringed at the thought that it was her brother's fault and that big cock he had stuck in her face.

With a big grin on his face, Andrew turned up the duration and hit the go button. For about five seconds, Abby quietly squirmed on the lounge, resisting the urge to moan aloud or to reach down and touch her aching pussy. She knew she had to be extremely horny to be reacting like this, and she desperately hoped her brother was unaware of her state. Of course he was not, and he turned up the duration and intensity again before Abby could regain her thoughts, watching her intently as he did. This time, Abby's back lifted off the lounge and she cooed loud enough for Andrew to hear.

"What was that Abby? Are you doing something over there," Andrew said with so much satisfaction, "because that sure sounded like a..."

"Shut up, you ass," Abby responded indignantly, cutting him off "I just knew you'd ruin my afternoon." Abby got up and headed for the house, strategically covering her breasts with her arms. She hadn't even had time to grab her top as she hurried inside, her pussy still tingling. She intended it to make him feel guilty, but she really had to go in for fear that she'd cum in front of her brother if she didn't get out of there soon. God, why was he having this effect on her all of the sudden. The image of his big, hard cock flashed through her head as she leaned against the kitchen counter - maybe it had something to do with that.

Andrew watched his sister as she hopped up and scampered into the house, he was laughing outright now, a sincere happiness and joy washing over him at the success of the remote. Abby was now horny, thinking about fucking her brother, and stimulated. He'd played it just right, using Abby's own desires and insatiable need to tease her brother in combination with the remote's influence - it's abilities was exactly as the old man described. There were no limits to how far he could go with it, though as he saw Abby's body from the side, the sweet swell of her breast covered by her arm and jiggling as she padded toward the door - he certainly knew how far he wanted to go with her.

Waiting for his sister to come back out (he was far f