The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You. Come with me.”

Oh.

Yeah. Sure.

I’ll get up, shrug off the ropes digging into my arms, and follow along like a hound being dragged toward an inevitable punishment.

Wait.

I can’t.

Being restrained and tied down by someone of Thea’s caliber doesn’t make the easiest bind to break free from.

Unless someone were to break me free, I’m not going anywhere.

But Mom wasn’t giving me a choice in the matter. As if I weighed less than nothing to the powerful mother of three, she lifted the entire chair I was bound to with only a finger hooked onto the back.

No words were shared as we traveled up the stairs. Only the sounds of shuffling legs and creaking floorboards echoed throughout the hall. It didn’t take a mind reader to gauge that she was beyond upset, exceeding the point of yelling; Mom only exuded her distaste toward this situation through the heavy stomps of her feet.

And with heavy stomps follows a hefty bounce. Boy, it would be a treat to see Mom’s sexy, scrumptious figure jiggling up the stairs, fat ass and even fatter tits springing to the beat of her fiery irritation. The thought of which had me strike a boner in preparation for what was to come.

She may be mad, and why wouldn’t she? No parent wants to return home to find the house in ruin and their kids at each other’s throats. But boy, could I not give less of a shit if I tried. She won’t this anyway, and whatever retribution is sent my way can be rewritten at the utterance of a command.

The big bad woman in charge here is quite literally an oblivious puppet tied to the strings of her own making; she’s only upset because I’m allowing her to feel such a way. Hell, if I wanted, I could shut off her mind, leaving the powerful woman an empty and mindless husk, a doll with no soul, to stand in place looking ahead with empty, glazed eyes, where she will remain until the sun itself implodes.

I’m just here to have fun, and Mom’s pissy attitude isn’t going to ruin things for me.

Besides, I’ve been a good boy all day. It was a pain to survive school knowing what I know now.

Everyone that was initially seen as untouchable... All-powerful... Beyond levels, I could only dream of reaching...

Aren’t that far beyond reach...

Even if they have powers that can rival gods, that doesn’t make them gods themselves.

All it takes is a lucky break, overconfidence, a lapse in judgment, or sheer luck. They can be defeated. In my mother’s case, it was a mix of all the above, but regardless, it is possible, if only potentially challenging.

I had to deal with sitting through a whole school day full of MILFs like Mom’s sexy ass and managed to hold back from doing something stupid. After all that, I deserve to finally dive in on some older woman’s cake.

Though it is not to be understated how Thea’s godsend of a bubbly dumb trick ass was an excellent appetizer in its own right.

“Cody, I need you to know.” I felt myself thump down on the carpet after Mom released her hold on the chair. Though, I was still facing the wall. “I don’t enjoy disciplining you. If you think I wake up every morning planning to yell at you, you’re terribly mistaken. But...” With a heavy and rather genuinely deep sigh, I felt my vision momentarily blur as Mom turned the chair around so I could look ahead and see her bedroom. “When I come home to this. I’m not sure what you expect.”

In front of me, the sight of Mom’s master bedroom in a state of utter disarray was honestly enough to make me wince. After being restricted at school, I found the comfort of my home as a playground of sorts. Mom has full authority here, and I observed that power for myself, so with her as my mule, I’m basically the top dog playing around with toys that aren’t even aware they’re no longer in control. With that in mind, I had zero care in keeping Mom’s throne room in order, but this current state wasn’t intended.

There was no longer a door to the room itself. Now, instead, the hardwood was lodged inside the wall as sheetrock cluttered the typically cozy and quiet space. The television that had just been moved and installed from the living room lay face first, potentially broken (actually, it was most definitely broken; half of the back was nearly cracked in two), while below it, the nightstand looked to be severed in three places, its contents hidden in the rubble of wood and sheetrock.

Mom stood in front of me, directly in the doorway to her bedroom, obstructing some of the chaotic destruction that had taken place; not that I needed to see the rest to get a vivid understanding of what occurred. The room looks like it had a miniature tornado rip through, tearing apart anything that dared to sit in its way; even the poor bed, the incredibly comfortable and massive bed, hadn’t been spared.

Saying a tornado ran through wouldn’t have been too far off from the truth. Thea’s warpath could very well be a damn cyclone. She destroyed everything. Obviously, I couldn’t do half this damage myself. I didn’t realize it at the time (perhaps because I was busy trying not to die), but we did create quite the cluster.

With hands on her hips, Mom remained in the doorway; her silhouette contrasted the light that streamed in through the bedroom’s partially shattered window. In a pose with her wide child-birthing hips serving as handles for her slender yet powerful hands, and face unyielding with a stern expression that turned her sensual beauty into something fierce, I would typically be utterly intimidated here.

Her authority is undisputed, especially in a scene like this; usually, that stance alone is enough to put me in line, as I would be fully aware of what’ll happen if I don’t get my act together. The light behind her added an exotic glow that bounced around her hourglass shape figure, her bust as big as was wide, filling the top of her pink blouse with a deep eye-drawing cleavage that wordlessly dared me to glance down and risk eliciting more of her unrivaled rage, all while a slight gentle breeze swaying by her golden hair, allowing her locks the chance to drift gracefully.

This should be the moment where I shit my britches, beg Mom for mercy, and bend over backward, promising that this will never happen again.

But the time for her to rule ended just a day ago. I’m just letting her act like the big bear around her to bolster my personal enjoyment here.

I might as well let her indulge for a bit before knocking her down a peg to kiss my feet and let me plow her pussy to next week.

That’s why, when Mom ripped off the strip of tape over my mouth, she was met with the sight of me grinning like a damn fool.

Upon seeing that, Mom offered an amusing reaction.

Gasp

My cock twitched.

The sound of her sensual, mature voice uttering such a bewildered intake of air made me ache in the right places.

It’s really a surprise, huh?

Mom, being the one in control for so long, couldn’t understand. She had no capability of fathoming why I was just sitting there with a shit-eating grin, so much so that it actually made her gasp; the simple action of her breathing in had that deep taste cleavage of hers expand as air filled her lungs. That stance alone typically carries instant and sullen understanding from me; her mind struggled to comprehend why I was being so brazenly uncaring in a situation like this.

It’s fortunate for her that she couldn’t see my boner with how my cock was tucked down my right pant leg; if she could see the size of the tent I’d be pitching along with this uncaring attitude that gasp would’ve been all the louder.

What a shame. Hearing a woman so powerful expel a gasp of surprise was music to my ears.

Mom, shook herself free from her surprise stooper and decided to upgrade her pose of dominance to another (and much more effective) position that had yet to show results of failing. From hands on hips to arms crossed over her chest, a sinking feeling cast over the hall, as if the house itself felt the aura of her serious disposition alter with this new indomitable posture.

But where before, I’d be too timid under the threat of her authority to notice...

Now, I was just...

Well, I was just thinking about how sexy those fat cow tits of hers look when she crosses her arms like that. She doesn’t entwine them over her chest. That’d be nearly impossible with her bust in the way. But, more so, she crosses them under her tits, essentially just lifting them up over her slim and toned waist. How someone could be that busty but not be overweight (though all that boob weight does make her pretty heavy, I imagine) is an enigma, but that seems to be a fortunate trend for the hot older women around here.

“Excuse me!?” With arms still crossed, bunching up the heavy weight of her tits, she raised an eyebrow, “Young man! You have no right to be grinning like an idiot after what happened to MY HOUSE! I—” with anger boiling over her accustomed limit, the mother managed to steady herself with a deep breath that worked to calm her nerves while making her cleavage rise yet again from the inhaled air. “Cody. I have half a mind to punish you so severely that this won’t be something to easily forget. But I don’t want to do that to you. I really, really... really... don’t... Damn, my day’s been too long for this...”

Mom looked to be choosing her words carefully, the fire within her chest being coaxed with care as she made an excessive effort to prevent her emotions from getting the better of her. All it would take is a single exasperated stomp of her feet to send this house crumbling into rubble and perhaps create a crater in the process.

My older sister had to take her hotheaded personality from somebody. Even still, Mom, the most mature one in the house, was much more versed in handling that fire, as opposed to her daughter’s propensity to punch first and ask questions later. I could tell that she genuinely didn’t want to let her anger get the better of her, but my actions were putting that limit of hers to the test.

“Let’s try this again,” She said after a pause. With an exhale of air, she effectively put a lid on the pot that was her boiling nerves. “Son, I’ve done some stupid... stupid things when I was your age. Even made a bigger mess than this... So... I’m trying not to be too hard on you. I’m really trying here... But this?” With arms still crossed, her aura remained stoic and opposing, as she briefly glanced back to the mess behind her. “This is ridiculous! I-I have to punish you. And I don’t want to. I’ve said that so many times because I really don’t.” Looking back at me, her eyes narrowed a tick, “But if I have to. I will. So please, give me a reason not to do this. Do you have an apology? An explanation? Anything to say?”

Silence ed between us as I looked up at her.

She blinked down at me, arms remained crossed beneath her rack. “Well?”

Oh, she wants me to talk.

I knew she was expecting an apology or sob story but would probably punish me regardless; there’s no point in begging to someone who wouldn’t bother to listen. Or maybe she’d actually hear me out this time. I know in the past, she went down a power trip path like the one I’m on now. There must be some sort of reflection or sympathy in herself. That might be why she’s giving me this opportunity to talk instead of laying down the law here and now.

Either way, it didn’t matter to me. Whatever ‘law’ she lays down is dictated by yours truly. I’m only here to play into the act of her being the sole person in control.

“Fuck you,”

First hand, I saw my mother’s eyes widen. Once again, her lips parted and out came the arousing exhale of shock as she let out a sudden...

Gasp

When being the top bitch for so long, it must be a real shock to hear someone disregard her authority like it meant nothing.

And speaking of bitches...

“Y-YOUNG MAN!” With hands dropping to her round waist and fingers tensing swiftly and hard into strong fists, she took one step forward with fury in her eyes.

Of course, by saying ‘Fuck You,’ I meant I want to fuck... you.

You, in this case, being the woman storming towards me. She was only two steps away, the first of which made a literal crack in the floor.

Hm... must’ve snapped a nerve.

“I’ve had it up t—”

“Put your ass to work, bitch. Strip off those hot pants and give me a lap dance.”

Just as her second foot left a miniature fissure in the flooring, she froze with her hand outstretched inches away from gripping my shirt.

Her beautifully matured face, flushed into a show of rage, looked like an older, gorgeous collage of Thea and Lilly’s perfect complexions combined. Her features slackened only for a second as her eyes glazed over in tune.

In an instant, the course of her moving hand altered; instead of going for my shirt collar to lift me up like a pathetic misbehaving teddy bear, the motion of her hand moved on a dime towards her tight ass-hugging jeans. With a heave and a hefty bounce on her toes to make ripples over her rack, she began to shimmy her hips and big bubbly butt out of her pants. My eyes made an instant lock on the focus of her butt, struggling to peel out of the tightly clinging material, though I made sparing glances up to those heavy jugs that sprang with each lunge she made.

She revealed her cake like it was freshly freed from the oven as the clothing finally made it around the large squishy bulge of her bubble butt.

Despite the teasing show of her creamy and steamy figure beneath the hot viel of her work clothes being revealed, she continued right off where my interjection had occurred, not missing a beat. “—to here with your horrible attitude!” She said as her butt was finally sprung free to bounce in the sweet, cooling, fresh air. “How stupid can you be!? I was going to brush this off! Do you realize that?! I used my power before and made a huge mess out of my parent’s house,” After stepping her long, slender legs out of well-worn pants with a teasing hip sway, “And unlike them, I wanted to give you a damn chance to just apologize or even pretend to be remorseful!” She lifted the jeans using a foot and tossed it over to the floor beside my chair.

Part of me wished it landed on my face as I got a brief teasing whiff of her sensual aroma as the article of clothing breezed by. But something much, much more appealing entered my vision when Mom turned around.

Usually, I’ve been focusing on her tits because why wouldn’t I? They are fucking huge.

But...

Her butt was looking utterly massive as the tall woman turned to jut out her peach-shaped posterior directly in my face.

“But you’re showing me nothing but disrespect!” She said, as two huge and fat bubbly orbs of cake fully engulfed my vision to the point that my awareness and sense of self were nearly obliterated; after a long day scurrying under their noses, I really just needed this.

To have a mature, sexy, powerful woman reduced to my personal plaything.

That tremendous ass then dropped down from my face to land on my lap with a heavy and utterly cock stimulating...

Thwwummp

“FFfff-uck~” I moaned as the weight of my mother’s generous ass forced me to wheeze out a breath of pent-up lust. Feasting my face between Thea’s cheeks was one thing, but this is the damn whole bakery that gave birth to that fine piece of ass. And the kid that has now grown to enslave the mind of his very creator.

And boy did it feel good.

No, amazing.

No.

Utterly fucking spectacular.

These birthing hips created life. And damn, do I want to fuck the life out of it right now.

Her cheeks, so fat and warm, swallowing the fabric of her black panties, also ate up my obviously apparent girth. her heavy weight, adding nothing but pleasure to my groin. As expected, despite being toned and slender with a healthy physique, her huge tits and fat bubbly ass were packing pounds; with tits that big and milked up, she carried her weight down on top of me with enough force that I was surprised the chair remained in place.

But, growing up with a daughter who has super strength, Mom was smart to buy furniture that could withstand more force than usual (though the state of Mom’s room attested to the validity of the sturdiness of her purchases).

“You need to learn a lesson,” Mom, now bouncing her huge ass on my crotch, the blatant as day boner beneath her massive warm weight continued to have the lust slowly coaxed out with each thrust pressing down upon it. “To realize who is in authority and control. Because it’s not you, I can promise you that.”

The irony to her words clearly slipped by the powerful woman.

Though through my pants and her jiggling tits as she continued to bounce, sway and flick her air with arching shoulders as she chastised me like a damn oblivious fool, I managed to catch wind of what she was saying.

“Bitch, keep repeating ‘my son’s in control’ every time I slap your ass,” I said, then prepared to raise a hand.

Only to realize...

I’m still tied down.

Right, the heat of the moment can be very blinding.

“No-No-No! Enough! Zip it, young man!” Mom’s voice boomed with a clear and concise level of authority that would be frightening if our current circumstance wasn’t anything to go by. “The adult is talking! And you have no pow—”

“Cut the ropes tying me down,”

“What!?” Mom blinked. The teasing sway of her heavy tantalizing, and utterly fat hips came to a momentary halt, though her tits continued to bounce as she remained still. “I said enough! First, NEVER interrupt me when I’m talking again, and seco—”

Ops, I forgot to add, “Bitch,”

Mom’s eyes glazed over, yet again.

“These ropes are staying on...” In an instant, literally seconds, she exuded a simple yet powerful display of her strength by merely flicking her index finger upwards, carrying enough power to have her nail slice right through the rope that I had been struggling against with every fiber of my being after Thea tied me down.

For fuck sake, fucking Thea strapped me onto this thing, but Mom treated it like paper.

Then, with her foot, she simply stepped on the rope tying my legs down and pushed right through it, “Until I decide otherwise!”

It’s ironic that she just freed me while saying that.

“Ugh~” I stifled a moan.

Well, I suppose I’m not free.

Mom, sitting on my lap, is a completely unmovable force with the weight of her fat ass, fatter tits, and tall figure. Not that I wanted her to move anytime soon.

But she went right back to her motions as if nothing had happened. Still nagging me with each sway to her hip, “Because you’re not the one in charge here! And, I—”

SLALLLWWP

As her ass came back down on my lap and began to gyrate against me; I gave her right bubbly jello-like butt-cheek a heavy wack with the palm of my hand.

“—My son’s in control!” Mom continued through the moan, the powerful woman, unable to realize the words that just left her mouth, continued on her pointless beration spree. “—’m the one that pays the bills!”

SSLLLAP “My son’s in control!” She moaned a heavy breath of lust, the thickness to her exhale nearly visible, “I cover your education expen-my son’s in control!—ses. AND I keep you safe under my roof, every day and-my son’s in control!—night from-my son’s in control!—thin-my son’s in control!—gs yo-my son’s in control!—u don’t e-my son’s in control!—ven realize!”

It didn’t matter what she was saying; my hold over her amazing mind took precedence and would have her spew out a declaration of who really is in control of this puppet-big-titted-husk masquerading as the most powerful woman in the city.

I continued to slap, grope, and beat the hell out of her ass. Every moment, she shouted, “My son’s in control!” a hard and heavy hit preceded it.

“Until you leave my ho—”

SLLLLLAAAP

“—my son’s in control!—use, I expect you to realize who is in control here!”

CRRACCK

“My son’s in control!”

And I had no reason to hold back. There wasn’t any super strength powering my arms, and Mom could survive getting hit by a train while causing more damage to the speeding locomotive than to herself. The hardest hit I could manage wouldn’t even make her blink, which is why I gave her asses kisses upon kisses with the palm of my hand. Every strike wielded no mercy, as her creamy practice cheeks turned into a painting or drawing board to decorate with hand prints. I could make out over seven images of my palm being left behind on her beautifully bodacious posterior. All while she bounced, grinded, and humped herself upon my groin.

Whatever she was saying became genuinely irrelevant, just her usual nagging.

It didn’t matter.

She could be threatening me with something utterly life changing; and, typically, that would work. She is the one in control of my life, always has been, always will be for the foreseeable fucking future. But with that woman, in complete control and the absolute monarch of my life, obeying me, is she really the one with all that influence over my world? Or, is it that I’m finally taking the wheel, and though she controls all, I now have power over everything under her.

Mom may control my life. But, when I control her...

I’m fucking free.

“Are you even listening to me!? CODY!!!” Her voice shouted with enough force that, over the sounds of slapping asses, grunts, and oblivious confessions of submission, I had no choice but to hear. “How many times do I have to repeat myself to get it through that thick, immature skull of yours!?” As she opened her mouth, I raised my hand.

She wasn’t even able to form the first syllable of her next nagging sentence as...

SLLLAP

“My son’s in control!”

She might need to repeat that until I’m finished busting a load all over this hot ass...

Speaking of which.

Laying under the hot sun that made the simple suburban outdoors resemble a scorching wasteland, Thea bobbed one leg over her knee as she was splayed atop her mother’s car.

Parked on the driveway, she was adorned in her plain blue tank top, with the biker jacket she usually has adorned serving as a blanket that prevented her bare shoulders and upper back from receiving a burn over the baking metal.

The sounds of rubber twisted and shifted as her boot-clad foot continued to bob; Thea herself gazed blandly toward the sky, trying her best to listen in at the going-ons in the house but not achieving much.

It’s unfortunate Cody was so keen on telling her that he was going to take control of Mom right under the woman’s nose.

‘Would be fun to watch him try.’

Thea blew aside the hair that always draped forward and down her face to block out her right eye, which was fine when she was standing up, but leaning back just made her have to constantly blink out her blonde locks.

The hot skin-melting sun couldn’t do much to shake away her thoughts, as she kept going back to thinking about what her brother was bragging about.

He really does think he can control Mom...

That’s wishful thinking if she’s ever seen it.

‘Controlling someone as powerful as Mom... fucking hell, that would be world-changing, shit.’

The thought prompted a smirk.

It would also be literally impossible for that stupid brat. Maybe he’s just too dumb to realize that all three of them got their powers from someone, the same woman, in fact. The ability he claims he can use to manipulate Mom is literally her own power.

Creators don’t lose to their creations, especially when that creation is using the creator’s own fucking power.

Breathing a sigh, Thea continued to lie in wait.

Eventually, she’ll hear something. When Mom gets mad, she gets MAD.

It’s a fun site to see, typically because it’s usually Thea’s idiot brother who will push Mom too far, and their mother is amazing at keeping her temper. It’s hard to imagine, but apparently, she was nearly as immature as Cody when she was younger, but unlike him, she learned from her mistakes and knows how to keep herself calm.

Until... something happens, and a view of that old side of her comes to light in a rage.

One might say that might be Mom’s only weakness.

Even the most powerful people make mistakes.

“CODY!!!”

Thea flinched on instinct at the sharp and sudden sound of Mom’s voice echoing throughout the house.

She glanced down from the sky and let her smirk deepen when she saw and heard a small crack at the upstairs window.

Someone’s upset.

If Mom’s yelling so hard, glass is cracking, Cody is fucked.

“Pfff~” Keeping her grin, Thea reached a hand down her cleavage to dig for her phone. After springing it free, having her chest bounce in tandem, she began to open her s.

It might be a good time to check in on the girls; they should be swinging by anytime soon.

“Do you think he’s okay?” Lilly asked, standing beside the car with arms full of bags.

Barely being able to see over the culmination of her shopping spree, her eyes moved between the house and the car, and the worry sketched over her features was clear as day.

Why she cares about the perverted weirdo of a brother so much is beyond Thea’s own comprehension, especially when he brings on his own karma half the time.

Today being a key example.

“I hope he’s not. Brat deserves what’s coming to him. It’ll do him some fucking good.” Thea snorted her response with a shake of her head.

Lilly’s thin arms struggled under the weight of her luggage. “I-I don’t know why you’re always so mean to him. It’s like you don’t care about him at all. Sometimes you’re just... not a nice sister.”

Right before hitting the call button, Thea’s thumb lingered a mere inch before the touch screen.

Her youngest sister’s innocence was sometimes shocking. Really, it was. At eighteen, any stranger would presume Lilly should be far more understanding or at least mentally mature than she currently was.

“I’m not a nice sister? Really?!” Thea found herself inclined to go onto the defensive, even if her sister’s words held some weight. “You know what you didn’t see? Me falling out of a fucking building and using my body as a shield for that brat!”

Thea chose to conceal the fact that he was left free-falling due to her own motorcycle mishap. But the point remained the same.

“What?” She asked, sporting a confused tilt of her head as she continued to struggle under the weight of her shopping spoils.

“A shitty sister would just let their doofus brother go smoosh, and maybe I should’ve ‘cause that asshole used his fucking powers on me!”

“Well,” A wild fly buzzed past Lilly’s face, briefly brushing by her nose as it sought the refuge of shade amidst the hot surrounding sun. The girl sniffed in response, “You use your powers on him... s-so, maybe—”

The ringtone on Thea’s phone interrupted their back and forth. Surprisingly, her friends beat her to the punch in initiating a call, as the device displayed Kamila’s name and profile picture. The image is that of a mirror with no reflection since the redhead had a tendency to go invisible while posing for photos.

“Hold up,” Thea said to her sister and hit the call button. “Heeya~ what’s up? You still swingin’ by?”

Under the sound of heavy traffic, Kamila spoke loudly, “Hell yeah! We’re on our way now. Cuz’ ya’know~ Unlike somebody, we don’t ditch the girls,”

Thea rolled her eyes and blew the hair over her right eye only for it to fall back into place, “I skipped one time,”

“One’s enough. Now you’re record is friggin’ fucked.”

“Eh, friggin’ what?” Thea leaned back down against the roof of the car; her jacket was working overtime to stop her skin from baking over the smoldering metal.

“Yeah. Sorry, Ann told me that’s what all the cool kids say.”

That made Thea snort out a chuckle, “Really? Where did she hear that?”

“She—” Kamila didn’t get to respond before a loud, youthful voice butted in.

“I swear! I swear! I swear! Everyone’s saying it!” Annie spoke with trances of her super speed lining her words, making it a challenge to even comprehend what she was saying.

It also didn’t help that it sounded like her mouth was full of something.

“Mouth full, Annie!” Kamila confirmed Thea’s suspicion on that matter before adding, “And also.. no one fucking says that!”

Thea could almost feel the weight of Annie’s breath huffing in exasperation, “I heard it! Online! People say it!”

“What? Like once?”

“Nooo! No!” Annie was quick to deny Kamila’s sarcastically delivered assumption. “I—”

“I bet you heard it one fucking time! Now you’re dying on this hill.”

“No. No. No. No. No! It’s true! True! True! You’re not changing my mind! People say it! People say it! People say it! People say it! Everyooone says it!”

“Ohh, my god!” Kamila said, her annoyance over this stupid argument was palpable, “You know Thea, we’re running late ’cause we had to stop TWICE! For Ann’ here to fill her fat ass with fucking food.”

“What!! Y-You weren’t supposed to tell her that!” Annie stammered, “I’m not- I’m not fat! I only weigh—”

“You can only super speed away so much weight. Trust me, your boobs get bigger with each burger you wolf down. You’re not running off that heft!”

“Wh-whuh? Really?”

There was a pause over the phone before Kamila burst out in laughter, “Thea! You should’ve seen it. She just cupped her boobs and everything!”

“S-Shut up! Are.. are they actually getting bigger?”

“All that food’s going somewhere.”

Thea sighed.

“I’m serious!! Are they?”

“I dunno, if I tell you- ya’ gonna start eatin’ more or less?”

Thea glanced over to see Lilly struggling with her bags.

‘Why the hell did Mom buy her so much shit?’

It’s just weird for the usually reserved and financially responsible woman to shower Lilly with a car full of gifts like this. But, it’s a known fact that Mom’s favorite is her youngest daughter, even if she believes that she hides the fact well. Lilly just naturally has a leg up when it comes to receiving parental pardons and the like. Maybe their mother just received a pay raise or something and decided to splurge out after Lilly came home with a high grade.

Seeing her little sister struggle under the weight gave the tomboyish blond a pang of guilt.

“Ugh.. Lilly, hold up,” Thea groaned, leaning up onto her ass before standing entirely.

“What’s that?” Kamila asked.

“Nothing, just give me a sec,” The spiky-haired blonde dropped the phone back into her cleavage, where it slipped out of sight over the neckline of her tank top. With a crouch and a leap, she jumped off the car to land right in front of Lilly, startling the struggling girl.

“W-Whuh..?” Lilly staggered back from the surprise and nearly fell back under the weight of her bags, only stopped by her older sister reaching out a hand to grab her by the front of her shirt.

Blowing her hair in a pointless effort to provide more vision as the jagged locks just fell right back over her eyes, Thea huffed, “If you’re trying to make me feel guilty, you win. Give me these.” Lilly had no words as Thea lifted the entire stack in just one hand, displaying a mastery of balance along with her incredible strength. “I swear, your power is being cute, not healing.”

“T-Thanks,” Lilly uttered softly, as Thea carried the bags over to the car. Seeing that, she looked confused, “The house is this way.”

“Mhm, and I’m not making seven fucking trips,” Thea said while opening the trunk and tossing the shopping bags inside. After slamming the back closed, she got down to her knees and lifted the vehicle, not even uttering a grunt from the effort. “I like to do things efficiently,”

“Really?” Her cleavage, more specifically the phone hidden within, responded, “You weren’t efficient when you ditched on our trip to the mall,”

Thea clicked her tongue. She shifted the car onto one hand, akin to balancing a plate of food over one’s palm, and used the other to fish the phone free from between her bosom, “Are you eavesdroppin’?”

“Hey-Hey, woah.” Kamila coaxed her voice as if she were talking to an angered tiger. “I’m just listening to what I hear. That’s not eavesdropping, and—”

WOOSH

The familiar ripple sound of Annie wielding her silver-lined super speed came through the phone. Along with what sounded like her opening and closing the car door. “I asked my mom! She says they are getting bigger!” Annie must have sped out of the running car while Thea talked to Lilly, just to get her mom’s opinion on this stupid conversation.

Or, at this point, is it an argument?

“Is this a fucking surprise? You eat so much!”

“Because of my metabolism! I’m not fat!”

“Oh, is that what this is about? I mean, duh! But all that protein and junk goes somewhere ‘cause it can’t stay in your stomach. I’m not a fucking scientist.”

“But—”

“Oh, speaking of butts. You’re gonna be in for a surprise, Ann, you think all that food only goes to your tits?”

“Eeep—!”

Annie gasped, a surprisingly cute squeak, and right after, there was a...

Whoosh

“And there she goes. Looking for a mirror, I guess,” Kamila laughed, “Oh, uhh... Thea, you there? When we the county mall, do I take a left or... actually, never mind. I remem—”

Whoosh

“Okay my butt’s not thaat big,”

“Hmff~ not yet, but keep eating like you do, and we’ll see.”

“Ohmigawd~! Are you serious? I...” Annie paused, sighing a short, heavy yawn, “I..I’m...” Yawn “I’m just...Ww...w....” the bubbly girl went quiet, and the soft sound of snoring could be heard, echoing over the phone.

“Woah, Jaz~!” Kamila spoke with a warning tone while she shook away a yawn herself, “Do not make me fall asleep behind the wheel again! My parents will flip their shit if they have to buy me another car.”

Jasmine yawned out her first, only, and final bit of contribution to the conversation. “She was making too much noise. I’m trying to rest my eyes.”

“You’re always trying to rest your e—”

Beep

“M’kay, that’s enough of that,” Thea said to herself and hung up the call.

After dropping the phone back into her cleavage, she shuffled the car to settle in both hands, crouched, and then jumped up into the air.

The blonde flew through her leap, wind buffeting her face as she shielded one eye and used her other masked by hair to get somewhat of a visual grasp of where she would land.

With a THUD she crashed down onto the house, vehicle and all.

Lilly watched from the ground as Thea carried the car over the roof and walked right to where the blatant hole from before remained, still unfixed.

“I’ll dump everything here,” she called out to her sister, and turned the car in her hands until the back was dangled over the opening. After giving the vehicle a shake, she lurched the trunk open and let all its contents tumble out. Like spilling a bag of ships, she waited for the groceries and goodies to fall down, then gave the car a small shake for good measure before jumping back to the floor.

The ground shook upon her landing, creating another small crater in the driveway.

She’ll just get chewed out by Mom later; it’s not a big deal.

After dropping the car back in place, Thea lept back atop it to sit her ass over the edge, “Now you don’t have to carry them so far,” then, yawning, she stretched her arms up behind her head and leaned back to resume relaxing under the smoldering sun. It’s been a while since she’s gotten a good tan. “But I’d wait before going up there. Mom’s still dealing with him.”

“Oh,” was Lilly’s only response, instead choosing to speak with her eyes that wordlessly pondered the house. Her thoughts must be running wild. “T-Thanks.” She added a few seconds later.

“Mhm, no probl-ack!” Thea began to hum, only to be met with the sharp sting of boiling metal kissing her skin right as her back hit the car’s roof. “Where’s my jacke......oh......fuuuuuck...” her voice trailed off as she gazed up at the house.

Specifically the hole in her brother’s bedroom.

‘Damnit,’