Holding his elder sister in his arms in a friendly hug, Ben blinked in surprise. Where had the idea that the amulet he had found could have an effect on Rhonda or anyone else come from? The young man frowned. Nothing had seemed different after he had found the piece of jewelry, but Ben had sounded out the inscription as best he could. Could that have done something? Could that have opened a mystical path between them? The young man curtly shook his head, breathing in the flowered perfume of Rhonda's shampoo. He didn't think it was possible, but... some part of him leaped at the possibility. Ben had never been popular growing up, always seeming to be part of the crowd that no one noticed. Everything about him but his family seemed to be average. Brown hair, brown eyes, perhaps a little heavy for his height, but there was nothing of consequence about him. Not even the teachers at the community college seemed to find him remarkable.
But if the amulet could change all that, how did it work? Ben clutched his sister tighter, wishing he knew the secret.
Speak, he heard a soft sibilant voice. Speak the words...
Speak the words? His eyebrows rose, Rhonda's chest pressing into his with a pleased hum escaped her lips.
Speak and they will obey... They will all obey...
Obey? They will obey - me? Anyone - everyone will do as I say?
Yes...
It seemed almost too good to be true. Ben thought about it for a moment and considered ignoring the snakelike voice he was hearing, but a loud voice in his mind screamed over his doubt. A dark gleam filled his eyes. He was going to do it and go for broke, damning the consequences.
"Rhonda," his whispered in his brown-haired sister's ear, unaware of the hissing cast to his voice. "Hike up your dress."
With a growing grin, the eighteen-year-old watched her hands drop to the waist of her orange sundress and begin to pull the thin cotton higher and higher, bunching the garment in her grip, until her firm backside was bare. Idly, the young man wondered about his sister and how she had changed. Orange certainly wasn't a color normally wondered and most people - he appreciating eyed her ass - wore underwear in public.
"That feels so much better," Rhonda murmured into his shoulder. "If only your pants weren't in the way."
Ben's eyebrows popped up in shock. Where the hell did that come from? Why did she say that? |