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Edited by: Malcolm Tent, Priapus, Old man of the mountain, Beans


Slippery Slope

Chapter 10: The New Normal

While I got a little carried away enhancing my work day, I've not actually abused my new power boost over my family that much. Sitting at breakfast, I smile to myself as Monica serves me my breakfast. As far as everyone is concerned, Monica is our live-in maid.

As she places my plate in front of me, I give her perky ass a squeeze under the small maid skirt she's wearing, making her blush. The bitchy wife who pushed her crime lord husband to go further and further to pay for her expensive hobbies is dead, her mind fully reshaped to suit my desires. She's my obedient, submissive little servant who'd kill herself if it would make me happy.

Her husband won't be a problem; he thinks she divorced him and took all his money through the court case. I've pushed him into a deep depression; he might kill himself, but I didn't tell him to. I just don't care; there are too many safeguards in his mind to let him become a threat to me or my family. He doesn't even remember ever meeting me or my sister; we're strangers to him.

Plus, he remembers Monica looking differently. He wouldn't recognise his own wife if they passed on the street.

"Do you have work today, honey?" Olivia asks, unconcerned by the way I'm groping our maid. Why would she be, given how things have changed around the house?

Looking down, I smile at Claire as she kneels between my legs. I'm sick of having to sneak around, so I've just normalised sex, so this just seems normal to them. Mom knows Claire was stealing from me and has agreed that this is a fair punishment for her. Claire gives me a half-glare, but her head continues to bob obediently as she wraps her lips around my cock. Her tongue gracefully writhes and rubs against my shaft, pulling off a rather talented blowjob as I take a bite of my sausage.

"No, not today. It's my day off," I explain, secretly smiling. It's going to be busy, and I've made sure Samira won't be able to handle things without me. She won't make any dangerous mistakes, but just enough to prove that she's incapable of running the business.

"Ah, it's good to see you take some time off. You always work too hard," Olivia says, rubbing my shoulders as I lean back and smile up at her. I absolutely don't; my new powers have made work far too easy. Leaning down, she plants a kiss on my lips, uncaring that the others can see her. I'm the man of the house; after all, why wouldn't she kiss me? "Any plans for today?"

"Not really; I'm just going to relax for a while," I say with a shrug. I do have some minor plans, but I'm mostly just waiting for Samira to come begging for my help, so I plan to keep myself free.

Sarah gives me a soft smile, watching me get massaged by our mother as Claire fellates my cock. She spent the night in my bed because, at this point, we're in too deep to stop. The fact that I'm with two other family members has helped her see our own relationship as 'normal' and nothing to be ashamed of.

Olivia moves away from my shoulders, looking down at where Claire is trying to bring me to completion.

"Claire, you can do a better job than that," Olivia scolds, moving down to kneel under the table as well as she grips Claire's hair gently and starts to guide her movements. "Ben was kind enough to forgive you for stealing from him and even took care of your debts to the drug dealer you owed, so put some more effort into it."

She smiles up at me with a proud look as she forces Claire to take my cock deeper, uncaring of her gagging. Claire rolls her eyes with an annoyed look, but despite her irritation, she does follow Mom's whispered advice, even as Olivia moves behind her and pulls her top and bra up, groping Claire's modest breasts as she whispers into her ear.

Whatever she's saying is working because Claire's movements become increasingly graceful, no longer gagging as I lean back with a groan. Her tongue feels like velvet as she sucks hard enough to vacuum her cheeks, her hot, wet mouth working hard to please me. I don't make this any harder than it has to be, letting myself go as I fill her mouth and give Claire her breakfast.

Claire's eyes widen, but she doesn't pull back, gulping my seed down. I've definitely noticed that my loads have increased in size since I gained my powers, and Claire struggles to handle the spurts of my cream. Thankfully, Mom is right there, and as Claire pulls back, she takes over and takes my tip into her mouth to swallow the last few spurts before they can make a mess under the table.

Before Claire can speak, Mom captures her lips in a domineering kiss, her tongue exploring Claire's mouth in search of more cum, finding the load that Claire hadn't swallowed and stealing it for herself.

"Eww, gross," Claire scoffs, crawling out from under the table.

"Please, I could feel how hard your nipples were," Olivia scoffs as she rises herself. "I bet if I pushed those trashy shorts down, I'd find a drenched pussy."

Claire blushes at Mom's blunt words, making Mom grin victoriously.

"Whatever," Claire scoffs, blushing as she avoids looking at any of us. Monica giggles but swiftly takes Claire's place between my legs. I've made them think my cum tastes amazing, so I'm not surprised how eagerly she starts working my bone back to full hardness.

The breakfast passes quickly enough, and I'm left wondering what to do with myself. Grabbing my phone, I write a quick message as I make my mind up.

'Wanna watch a movie or play some games?'

I get a response a few minutes later, no doubt as the round ends, inviting me upstairs. I've made some good progress on the rest; Sarah is fine, Olivia is less controlling, and Claire is out of trouble. Time to see how my little sister is.

Knocking on the door, it creeks open as Elle peeks at me through the slit. The room is nearly pitch-black, with black-out curtains pulled closed and the only source of light being her TV.

"Come in," Elle says, opening the door enough to pull me in before she closes it again. "Wanna watch some shitty kung-fu movies?"

"Sounds like fun; I've got a day off, so I've got time to kill," I agree, making her grin slightly as she walks over to the entertainment centre, digging through things. She bends over, drawing my attention to the tiny cotton booty shorts she's wearing, her ass shoved out in my direction. "Want me to get some snacks?"

I'm not surprised Elle isn't properly dressed since she barely leaves her room. Her top is just a tank top, and I can't tell if she's wearing a bra under it.

"Nah, we can raid my mini-fridge. Just buy me some more later," Elle says as she finds something, setting up Netflix with a grin as she pulls me towards the bed. "Don't know why you waste your time being a wagie; not like you need the money."

"I like getting out of the house," I say, making her roll her eyes as she moves under the quilt and lifts it for me to join her. I never changed out of my pyjamas so I move in as well and watch as she picks some old Hong Kong action flick. The type where you can see the wires holding the actors up as they do backflips and fly through the air to kick the bad guys.

"Meh, you've always been weird. Been a while since we've done this; you're too busy being mature to spend time with me anymore," Elle teases, making me roll my eyes.

"You could come outside and spend time with the rest of us instead of living in your cave," I retort, knowing she isn't being serious as she laughs. Our conversation trails off as the movie starts, only the occasional comment breaking the comfortable silence. I notice Elle glancing my way several times, but she always looks away and doesn't say anything, so I leave her to it.

A part of me considers using my powers to get her out of her room, but the simple fact is that she's not hurting anyone. She's not too shy to go outside; she can and has left the house when she wants something and nobody else is around; she just prefers games to anything else. With Monica around, she has access to a servant who can take care of anything she wants, so why change her life? If she was trying to shut out the rest of us, I might make some changes, but why bother when she's perfectly happy to spend time with me or Sarah? Plus, she isn't putting on weight or looking unhealthy, so she's obviously taking care of herself.

I pick up some rustling from her, but figuring she's getting more snacks from the tactically placed mini-fridge, I don't look away from the funny men on the TV as they fly through the air, very fake swords clashing with an ungodly amount of sparks.

With the benefit of hindsight, I should have paid better attention as I feel a hand slip into my trousers, making me freeze in place, shocked as I feel Elle grasp my cock. Turning to her, I blink at her nudity, having removed her top, leaving her small breasts on display, her face almost as red as her hair.

"Elle?" I ask, my cock hardening in her hand as she slowly strokes me. I have done nothing to her mind, not a single thing. I have to double-check that my powers haven't slipped out of my control, but they're dormant.

"What? This is why you came here, right?" Elle asks, her voice sounding nervous as she speeds up her stroking, soft digits wrapped around my manhood. "To complete the set?"

How does she…

"The cameras," I realise, making her giggle. "Mom asked you for help turning them off, but you didn't."

"They're useful; why would I turn them off?" Elle admits shamelessly, her laugh making her perky pale breasts jiggle enticingly. "You've been a naughty boy, Ben. First Claire, then Mom and now Sarah as well? Even your new maid, when did you become such a pervert?"

"When did you?" I ask, looking down at where she's stroking my cock. She just giggles again, pushing the quilt off us. How much does she know? I've put out some mind-altering fields that should be affecting her, so I should be safe, but why would she do this?

"Oh, ages ago. Probably when I found hentai," Elle admits, her hand moving faster as she looks down at my cock. "I've been watching, you know? I figured you'd come for me eventually, now that you've got the others."

"I didn't ask to hang out so I could seduce you," I say defensively. "I just missed spending time with you."

"So you don't want me?" Elle asks, taking my hesitation as her answer. "I've got nicer boobs than Claire, don't I? Not that it's hard to have nicer boobs when Claire is basically a washboard."

Claire and Elle have never gotten along, so I'm not surprised by her words that much. I am surprised when she takes my hand and moves it to her B-cup breasts, giving me a sultry smirk. In my head, I'm going over every command I've given that would have caused this, but while she shouldn't find me having sex with Sarah or getting blowjobs from Mom or Claire unusual, nothing should be pushing her to do this.

"You do have nice breasts," I admit, squeezing the soft handful of flesh, my thumb brushing against her nipple as she moans lightly.

"Good answer," Elle whispers, kissing my neck as she moves away, my cock twitching in disappointment as she stands up. Pushing her shorts down, she stands in front of me, utterly naked with a tiny puffy pussy topped with a small trimmed bush of ginger hair as she smiles at me. Moving down again, she sits on my legs just above my cock. As I go to speak, she moves forward and catches my lips in a soft kiss.

Grasping my cock, she lines it up and rubs the tip against her virgin slit, making her puffy lips part and reveal the pink flower within. With my powers, I reach out, and she freezes, locked in place as I search her mind.

I see images of her touching herself to the feed of Claire giving me a blowjob, pumping her fingers into her slit as she watches Sarah lose her virginity. I see the incestuous hentai games she plays. I even see her steal my underwear from the washing, touching herself while she smells my used boxers. Man, my entire family are perverts, aren't they?

Ending the freeze, she rubs herself against my cock for a moment before she starts to sink down on the cock she's fantasised about. I know she's a virgin, my rummage through her mind showed that the furthest she ever got with a guy was holding hands at a school dance, but she takes my entire length with no hesitation and only a slight wince of pain as she tears her hymen on my cock.

My hands move to her hips, fingers sinking into her curvy bubble-butt. She works out, but her love of snacks has given her quite the ass. She never breaks eye contact as she starts to lift herself up, her hips gyrating slightly as she starts to ride me, our tongues entwine as she enjoys her first kiss at the same time as she loses her virginity. She is tight, her small body struggling to take my full length as her vice-like pussy squeezes down on my length, her heat enveloping me.

The movie is loud enough to cover the sounds of her whimpers, slowly turning to moans that are muffled against my mouth. Her hips start to move faster, going from a slow pace to rapid movements as she bounces on my cock with increasing fervour. She gasps as she breaks our kiss, a strand of saliva connecting our mouths as she rides me. Her arms wrap around my neck, hugging me as she pushes her bare chest against mine, small breasts squished against my body as she stares into my eyes.

"Love you, Benji," Elle almost whispers, and I can see that she's telling the truth. She does love me, both as a man and as a brother. She's been ashamed for years, but then suddenly, I was fucking the rest of the family, and her taboo dreams weren't so taboo.

"Sorry, I kept you waiting," I whisper back, kissing her neck. "Love you too, Elle."

She doesn't respond, but her body reveals her ecstasy as she shudders and her already-tight pussy clenches down as her body bucks, squelching sounds coming from our union as she cums and squirts her arousal over my cock and crotch.

I hold on, still satisfied from two blowjobs, flipping us over so she's beneath me. My adorable little sister stares up at me with big, wide blue eyes that are clouded with pleasure, and it's enough to push me to go harder. Elle wraps a single long leg around my waist as I start to pump my hips, pounding her into her bed. I know there's a damp spot forming under her, something for Monica to clean when we're done, and her voice is getting louder to the point where the movie won't cover it.

The sounds of Chinese and violence don't quite cover her melodic moans that are slipping out from her, intermingled with my name and pleas for more.

"Nhg, h-harder, Ben, I can take it," Elle swears, her body mirroring mine as she moves her hips up to meet my thrusts. "Fuck me, fuck your little sister's virgin c-cunt."

Her words are interrupted by kisses, both on my lips and anywhere else she can reach, undoing my pyjama top so she can explore my chest with her hands. Fingernails dig into my back as she cums again, her entire body shuddering under me as I try to delay my climax. I want her to cum again, to make her first time memorable. Reaching into her mind, I enhance the pleasure she is already being overwhelmed by, making her gasp and moan lewdly, legs locking behind my back.

"D-don't pull out; I want you to finish inside me. Creampie me, b-breed your slutty little sister," Elle begs, and I'm in too deep to worry about the consequences. My thrusts speed up, despite her legs making it harder to move, the sound of flesh clapping together noticeable over the movie in the background as I repeatedly sheathe myself inside her, bottoming out in her formerly-untouched pussy.

With a deep grunt, I slam forward one last time as I unleash a torrent of cum into her waiting teenage womb, filling her fertile body with my seed. She gasps, feeling the heat inside her as I pump my seed into her waiting body and climaxes again.

For a moment, we both lay there in a lover's embrace, my cock softening inside her somewhat as we make eye contact. A moment of awkward silence passes before we both laugh, disbelieving of what just happened as I roll off her and watch my seed leak from her now slightly gaping slit, which slowly closes up despite the stream of semen dripping out of it.

"Next movie?" Elle asks, giving me a playful smile. I nod with a grin, my attention drawn to my phone on the side, which is showing several notifications. Checking them, I send a short reply to Samira and grin as the next movie starts. My smile only grows as Elle slips her hand under the blankets, slowly stroking me back to hardness as the next movie plays.

Samira is struggling to handle our new popularity as I expected (and planned since I've muddled her mind) and begged me to come in and help. I will, since I'm such a nice person.

In a couple of hours.

Later –

Samira can't hide her anger and humiliation as she watches me easily deal with the mess she couldn't handle. Issy lets out a sigh of relief as she spots me, multi-tasking a dozen orders with ease. I have a little secret that's helping me because I've learnt a lot of new tricks with my new power-up.

Why just make Samira dumber when I can take her intelligence and make it my own? I've done this with Monica's pissant of a husband as well, draining his mind to enhance my own. He's got enough to function but none of the intelligence that let him become a successful drug lord.

Then I found some of his employees and friends and did the same, making them dumber, so they're more likely to get captured. Meanwhile, I'm only getting smarter. I can think faster, easily multitask a dozen problems at once, and my memory is nearly perfect.

"We're going to have to hire some new help if this keeps up," I say, making Samira blink. It's an obvious statement: we just can't handle all this popularity with only three people, but for some reason, she never considered it herself. "I will handle the interviews and hiring; I'm the best person to pick our new staff."

The power behind my words is barely even needed, and she nods obediently, much to Issy's surprise. Issy still thinks I'm blackmailing Samira, but she also is enjoying her large raise too much to say anything. Plus, she doesn't like Samira anymore than I do, so she has no reason to try and help our bitchy manager. I catch the light smirk on Issy's lips at Samira's obedience and give her a pat on the ass as I walk past, hidden behind the counter. She gasps at the public molestation, but I don't miss the way she sticks her ass out again as I pass by her a second time.

I take my time with the second pass, squeezing her perky ass over her jeans for a good couple of seconds as she gives me a sultry look. My new domineering personality turns her on and she loves seeing Samira get put in her place. She already had a crush on me; that, plus the guilt from making me take the fall for her, are all working to make her increasingly submissive without much need for my commands.

The day passes quickly, and I am too busy to take liberties with any of the customers despite the rules I have set. I'm not so busy that I don't notice the very beautiful blonde watching me as she sips her drink. It's not suspicion but lust that convinces me to reach out and touch her mind, but I freeze as I read her thoughts and memories.

Amy Roberts, Federal Bureau of Investigation. She's a member of the F.B.I., and she's here to continue her surveillance on me. For a brief moment, I almost reach out and destroy her mind before I stop myself.

Okay, this isn't as bad as it first seemed. She's investigating David Garcia, the crime lord who I fucked over. She was already watching him when I carelessly showed up and mindfucked them, but without the knowledge of powers, she thinks I'm connected to the Cartel Garcia gets his drugs from. Me taking Monica as my maid really hasn't helped because, as far as she can tell, some nobody walked into a drug lord's house, fucked his wife, took his money and then made said wife act like a servant.

She's looked into my family and found nothing, though I note that she spent a lot of time looking into Claire, making me mentally scowl as I see her considering staging a fake arrest to try and get Claire to spill what she knows.

But she's found nothing yet. Yet is the key word there because while she has no real evidence, she's convinced she's onto some conspiracy. She hasn't told her superiors yet because she has nothing to prove the barista is a secret crime lord, and she knows she'd look crazy if she tried to arrest me. She's even tried to test my coffee for drugs, wondering if I'm using something to make my customers addicted. Well, I am, but nothing she can prove.

I need to deal with her because as long as she's looking into me, she's a liability. She's a threat.

My powers wait impatiently as they almost beg to be used. With my increased strength, I could enslave her in an instant. A click of my fingers could have this strong, intelligent woman follow me into the back and drop to her knees to please me, but I hold back.

Impulsiveness got me into this mess, and it's a matter of dumb luck that's stopped her from discovering anything incriminating. She sips her drink, giving me a flirty smile as she spots me watching her, unaware that I'm searching her mind for anything I can use to solve my problem.

Names, locations, passwords, I take them all and sort them mentally as I start making my plans. I really don't need the F.B.I. looking into my actions, and just messing with her mind isn't going to make the problem go away. There's a paper trail, and if anyone notices that someone is compromised, they are going to be the actual secret agents. I return her smile before I get back to work.

As she orders her last drink, she slips me her phone number and gives me another flirty smile as she takes her to-go order and slips out, hips swaying. She catches me watching her leave, giving me one last wink through the window of the store as she disappears. She doesn't go far, and I can sense her mind through the link I've formed. Anywhere she goes, I'll be able to sense. Every stray thought going directly to me.

As we close up, I mentally track Amy's actions as I wave goodnight to Issy as she leaves.

"I—thank you for coming in on your day off," Samira spits out, hurt pride and gratitude warring inside her. "Are you going to handle the numbers?"

"Considering you can't, yes," I reply, making her go to spit out a response before she stops herself. "You know what I want from you while I work."

She frowns but follows me into the office anyway. Sitting at the desk, I get to work, easily flying through the work as Samira moves between my legs. I've gotten entirely too used to having someone pleasuring me while I work, and the anger and humiliation in her eyes just adds to my enjoyment.

"Since I'm handling all the actual work, you're going to make me the manager," I order, making her freeze as she glares up at me. "This place would fall apart without me. You'll still be the owner, but you know you can't do this without my help."

Samira pulls back, one hand grasping my length as she strokes it.

"I could hire a new manager," Samira tries, but I just smirk.

"No one else would put up with your incompetence," I reply, making her flinch back. "I am the best and only choice you have."

"I'm still in charge," Samira says quickly, accepting without outright saying it.

"You are still the owner, but we both know you're only useful on your knees. The store will thrive under my management, and I don't even want a raise for it. You will pay for my increased workload with your body," I say, weaving commands into my words as she flushes. "Besides, we both know you enjoy our agreement."

She looks away, mumbling something, but I simply grasp my cock and slap it against her cheek.

"Speak up, or get back to sucking," I order, making her glare at me.

"Fine," Samira spits out, making me smile victoriously.

Moving my chair back, I gesture for her to rise. She holds her hand out to shake, finalising our agreement, but I have a better idea as I grab her and move her onto her desk, laid on her back as she blushes, sandy cheeks darkening as I reach up under her skirt and pull down her panties.

"Smile, you just saved your business. This is the smartest thing you've ever done," I say, rubbing the tip of my cock against her already-dripping slit for a moment before I thrust into her treacherously willing body. Her eyes can glare, but her body is far more honest. "As long as I'm saving your business, you belong to me."

To my surprise, I feel a moment of resistance from her muddled mind, her pride and anger giving her power, but as strong as I've become, my command finds purchase and is accepted. Leaning down, I kiss her roughly, and despite everything, she returns it.

Samira is mine in every way that matters. Soon, my stalker will be joining her. After that?

I was careless, but I know how to fix it. Too many people are free to become problems for me, so I need to fix that. I just need to see how large I can make my auras. Can I engulf a city? A country?

The world?

Author's Note: I'm going to be wrapping this up in a couple of chapters, I think. Of course, I also have plans for something new to replace it in the cycle because I'm me. My muse is a bitch.

Written: 22/05/2024