Stepping from the stairs into the kitchen (although the house was just barely inside the city it was an old farmhouse), I saw my stepmother sitting at the table, reading the morning paper as she ate a bowl of cold cereal and milk. With a grin, I strode up to the kitchen table and sat down across from the blonde bitch. She looked at me over the paper, holding a suddenly shaking spoonful of soggy cereal before her red lips.
“Good morning, Candice,” I said in a conversational tone.
“G, good morning, Samuel,” she gulped. I studied the older woman. Candice was dressed for work, clad in a black pinstriped pantsuit, a cream-colored blouse and black heels.
“Anything important at the office today?” I asked.
“No, not really,” the blonde woman shook, lowering her ice-blue eyes to the white bowl.
“Why don’t you take the day off?” I suggested, pushing into her mind to do so.
“I could,” she nodded with a frown. With a sigh, my stepmother stood up from her chair and stepped over to the phone. I grabbed the paper and glanced through the articles, ignoring the blonde-haired woman as she talked.
“So,” she said, hanging up the phone. “Why did you think I should take the day off?”
Setting down the paper, I turned in the chair towards Candice Sorenson, the bane of my life, and, smiling wickedly, said, “So we can better get to know each other, Candi.”
“Please,” the woman said, “Don’t call me that.”
“And why not?” I frowned. “It’s what Dad called you. There’s no reason I shouldn’t.”
“You heard him?” my stepmother gasped.
“Of course, I did,” I snapped. “My bedroom used to be right next to yours, remember? And I recall how loud you were, too.”
“You, you,” she said, blushing, “You pervert!”
“Oh, please,” I rolled my eyes. “I had no idea what the hell you were doing at the time. I was still a child then.”
“And you expect to replace your father?” Candice said, her blue eyes wide.
“Of course not,” I said. “But, as I am the man of the house, I should be able to do as I please.”
“I will not have sex with you!” my stepmother exclaimed, her face pale. “It will never happen. Never!”
“Are you so sure?” I smiled evilly, twiddling with her mind.
“Yes,” she said defiantly. “Most definitely. For as long as the world turns and the sun fills the sky, my pussy will be yours.” Candice gasped, shocked by her statement. “How? How could I say such a thing?” Her eyes fell on me, comprehension dawning in her ice-blue orbs. “You made me say that!”
“Of course,” I smirked. “I’m so glad you caught on. It’ll make the adjustments around here so much easier now that you understand I am in charge. Besides, there’s really nothing you can do about it. I’m not even going to give you the chance to. I’ve been fiddling with your mind all morning.”
“What did you do?” the blonde-haired woman asked, sliding back into her chair as her knees weakened. “What have you done to me?”
“Nothing much,” I admitted. “Just prevented you from communicating about my powers or requesting someone to kill or hurt me in any way.”
“I, I don’t believe you,” she shook her head. “It, it just isn’t possible.”
“Go ahead and try then,” I said. “Think about me dying and see what happens.” |