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"We're going away for the weekend."
Billy really didn't care.
"Phoebe is on break away from duty."
... Maybe he did.
"Don't you think I'm a bit too old for a babysitter?"
His words fell on deaf ears. He glared at the hole in the ceiling. They never listened... Traitors.
The front door opened.
"Get to your room. Link is coming over. Act out and you get to skip dinner."
She was captain of her squad now. The promotion meant telling everyone what to do and being a bitch about it.
He did as told regardless. His room was a mess. He glanced down at the contraption on his ankle.
Just great.
Cleaning was done at the pace of a turtoise. Strategy for revenge at the speed of thought. He laid on his bed thereafter. Phoebe called for him before he could drift off.
"Prepare the table and get Max when you're done."
It wasn't much of a task unlike keeping the scowl from his face. She dished by the time he hesitated at the threshold of dangerous territory. The lair was never locked. It was open and welcome to anyone stupid enough to step inside uninvited.
"What do you want?"
"... Dinner's ready."
Not a word was said at the dining table. Thoughts and glances did the talking. Max ate with detached ease. Idly wondering if he'd grow up to be as good-looking, Billy watched... But he wasn't the only one. The rising of her fork provided the convenience to do the same... So disgustingly obvious.
"Billy. Do the dishes and take out the trash before you go to bed."
"I'll do it tomorrow."
She looked at him with a fatal calm.
"So no then.."
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The sun rose after him the next morning... With an intensity when his chores required him outside. He huddled the gardening tools in the garage and ambled through the backdoor.
Phoebe saw him, made a face and pointed upstairs. Billy took a quick bath and took a deep breath on his way downstairs. Standing up to her with unreliable confidence only added to his pile of misery. He needed a way around her.
"What do you want?"
"I..I need your help."
Max did not look away from his computer. He was occupied with something far more significant. And thus didn't like to have his time wasted. This motivated Billy to cut it short.
Max fetched something. Billy's silent curiosity took a nosedive at the suppose aid.
"..An armband?"
Max took his place at the computer.
"Its still in development. Bring it back once you're done with it."
Billy frowned with good reason. The item was plain and unremarkable.
"What does it do... And how do I use it?"
"Put it on her wrist and she'll be overwhelmed with a capacity to obey."
His frown deepened, prompting Max to frown at him.
"She'll do whatever you ask her to do... Willingly or not."
The immediacy of vengeance led Billy upstairs. His victim was sound asleep... On her back too. He smiled. 'Even better.' And crouched at her bedside. He slipped the armband around her wrist. It turned to a dark green. Caution made him take a step back. He anticipated. Nothing happened. Until he remembered valuable insight. He cleared his throat.
"Wake up."
Her eyes opened. Billy gaped. And quickly composed himself. She remained on the bed. Awake but unresponsive. He understood. Instruction was key.
"Stand up."
She did. Billy realised he was unequipped with intentions. He looked at her. An idea sprang forth.
"Walk to me. Turn around. And get on all fours."
She complied in the mentioned order. He knelt behind her and pulled the waistband of her skirt down to do the same with her underwear. Her cheeks were round and warm and soft. He took a minute to observe his options. And licked his lips when he decided... Her backhole. His erection agreed.
He generated a good amount of spit and lubricated himself and her puckered hole. He jerked forth. The resistance made him frown. Someone her age should be more accomodating. But he persevered nonetheless. And gained momentum on the get-go.
His inaccessible powers denied break-neck speed. It did nothing to discourage him. He continuosly penetrated her tight hole with insatiable desperation. His inexperience eventually caught up with him.
"Shit.."
He pulled out and squirted all over her cheeks. He felt his heart race and moved to erase his mess. Her ass was great. Her cunt glinted with greater promise. He told her to assume prior position and stood by as she succumbed to sleep. He looked down at her face and rejected the urge to stick his tongue into her mouth.
She wasn't all that.
She was a bitch in and out... One in need of serious attitude adjustment. A big cock and someone who knew how to use it was probably the only fix.
Link didn't count. His powers made all appendages limp when in effect..leaving much to be desired.
Billy repossessed the armband and fled her room. A grin clung to his face. He examined the object of his joy now back to its regular colour. Its simple design was deceptive and as dangerous. He wanted to keep it. But doubted he could outrun lethal response from his brother should he attempt to.
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Irony was a debt to be paid when Billy dropped a bowl of cereal. Phoebe expanded his responsibility to the entire kitchen floor. He scrubbed and polished on his hands and knees. His back stung. His pride seethed. She sat and supervised with no amount of mercy.
He had enjoyed taking her from behind yesterday. The event was nonexistent to her... Which meant a hollow victory for him.
His thoughts turned cold. He needed another solution. A better solution. He stood in the lair for the first time that day. Max looked at him like the unnecesarry distraction he was. He tried not to fidget.
"Fighting your battles is really starting to annoy me Billy."
It wasn't a no. Billy kept his fingers crossed. Max scribbled something on a piece of paper and gave him a bill along with it. His face fell when he read the note... An errand.
"Not to sound ungrateful..but can't you just, you know, restore my powers?"
"You said you wanted something better. What I have in mind is permanent."
"You're sending me to buy stuff."
"Are you messing with me?"
Billy realised who he was talking to and scattered to check off that list. Phoebe was scary when she wanted to be. But it was universal law not to screw with Max.
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He sighed in relief when the house came into view. He threw the door open and made a beeline to the lair.
"Hey Max. That stuff you sent me to buy.. I think they're out of...stock.." Billy's voice trailed off.
Max sat at his usual desk. Phoebe was there too. Her head was snug between his thighs... Her long locks wrung around his palm...out of the way as she sucked his massive length.
Billy's interruption didn't produce reaction. Phoebe kept blowing..occasional moans rumbling from her throat. Max gestured. A familiar item fell into Billy's hands.
"Leave us."
Billy stumbled out of the lair with stirring arousal. The implications were clear. His freedom was guaranteed. The source of his grief now had something more fitting to attend and harass.
A thoughtful smile crossed his face as he looked at the power in his grasp.
She was a good start... But Phoebe wasn't the only bitch he knew...