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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello," Mike answered groggily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How are you doing robot?"

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

"Just fine Jim, how are you today?

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

"A..Andrew," he sputtered out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andrew was literally drooling in anticipation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Natalie," she responded quite casually,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andrew nodded in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Inside."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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