Part IX - 5: The Drug Deal

"Hi, is Tracy home?" I asked an unshaven, beer-bellied man who had answered the door.

"Yeah, she's here," he said in a husky, almost sleepy sounding voice. "TRACY! DOOR!" he bellowed. "She'll be right out," he said and promptly shut the door in my face.

I was tempted to have him ask me in, but I didn't see what the point would be. After all, it took him ten minutes just to tear himself away from the football game to answer the door the first time.

"HHHmmmm," I sighed, tapping my foot, patiently waiting. Another five minutes went by, and I had just about had enough. I opened the door and walked right in, making sure no one would notice my entrance.

I made my way upstairs, following the lock I had on Tracy's mind. When I reached her room, I opened her door and walked right in, smiling at her boyfriend as he started trying to cover himself up.

"Who the Fuck are you!" the skull tattooed senior demanded. "You better get the fuck out before I fucken kill you."

"Yeah, yeah. Where did Tracy go? She was up here a moment ago... Oh there you are," I said just as she gave out a shriek then dashed back into her bathroom.

"How did you get in here!" she said from behind the closed door.

"Your dad let me in," I lied. "I waited until you got done screwing before I came in here. We did have an appointment, remember."

"Yeah?" her rather slow boyfriend said, standing up and pulling his jeans on. "Well, your appointment just got canceled. And if you don't get the fuck out of here, you're gonna need an appointment to get your ass reattached."

"Listen, Squeaky, she came to me to help her brother. So stop threatening me or you'll be the one getting an appointment. With a shrink."

"How are you... SQUEAKY! You're S.O.L. now, dick head," he said, grabbing me by the shirt and lifting me up to his face.

I looked in his eyes with a huge grin on my face, waiting and hoping he would try something.

"Squeaky, put him down," Tracy said coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"But Trace! He's just asking for it. HEY! Stop looking at her like that!"

"Chris, put him down... NOW! Scott really needs his help."

Chris dropped me, then gave me a little shove backwards. I caught my balance easily, then almost retaliated. But the dumb ass wasn't worth my energy, so I pretended he wasn't there.

"Tracy, we need to talk to Scott. I'm not exactly pressed for time, but I've been waiting for nearly twenty minutes, and, well... Could we hurry it up a little?"

"Scott and his two friends are in his room. Two doors down on the right. Just give me a minute to get dressed... " she said, opening the door.

"Okay. Just don't take all day," I said, leaving the room.

"You too, Squeaky," she said.

"Why me? And why are two calling me Squeaky?"

I turned around and said, "Oh! Oh! Ehh!" in a real high pitched voice. And after I coughed a few times from the effort, I had to leap down the hallway and slam Scott's door in Chris's face.

As Chris banged on the door and bellowed his insults, I turned around towards the three boys who were quickly hiding something from sight.

"Chris... Shut the fuck up," I commanded when I got tired of hearing him. "Go down stairs and be a couch potato like Tracy's parents."

"Uh, yeah... Okay," I heard him say through the door.

"Sorry I didn't knock, but uhm, Sque... I mean Chris... Oh never mind. Do yah mind if I hang with you guys for a few minutes. He's not as stupid as he looks."

"No one could be that stupid," one of them said. "Yeah, I guess it's okay."

"Cool. Hey, did you know that Miss August last year was the sister of Miss November? They even have the same tits."

"Uhm, what do you mean?" another one said.

"Oh, come on guys. I used to do the same thing when I was your age. I still do, but only to keep up with the latest shit. Something about centerfolds... You just don't outgrow them, even when you get to sample the real thing all the time."

"Yeah? Uhm, like how many real ones have you seen?" the first one asked.

"Hmm. I don't know. A lot. Oh, by the way. I'm Tim."

"I'm Scott, that's Darren, and he's Dwight," the first one said.

"Hey Darren, you can zip up and stuff," I said to the silent one. "Like I said, I used to do the same thing. Joey and I jerked each other off every day for months before I got into doing stuff with Suzi."

The three of them turned red, and Darren continued to sit so his open fly couldn't be seen.

"Your sister has pretty nice tits," I said. "Pity she only lets dick heads like Chris see them."

"Did you touch them?" Dwight asked with extreme interest.

"Nope. She came out of the bathroom naked after I walked in her room. She shot back into the bathroom before Chris had even a chance to get his underwear on."

"See?" Scott said. "I told you they were doing it."

"So? You promised we would see them do it," Dwight said.

"Yeah, and you said you locked the door too," Darren finally spoke while he zipped up.

"Sorry," Scott said.

"Hey Scott. You ever see your sister naked?" I asked.

"A long time ago. Before she had any boobs."

"You said you've seen them all the time!" Darren said, getting a little upset.

"Chill, dude," I said. "Like you've never told them something that wasn't true. Like how you played doctor with your cousin."

"Hey! How did you know about that!" Darren said.

"Your cousin told me," I said. "Anyway, if Tracy doesn't hurry the hell up, you all might get to see her tits, live. What is she do... Oh brother... Okay, guys. Time to have your first real female anatomy lesson... "

I led the questioning boys to Tracy's door, then whispered, "Listen. As long as you don't make any sound, she won't know you're in there. So stay quiet!"

I opened the door slowly, and managed to usher them all in and close the door before they realized what they were seeing. All three of them gasped, but Tracy didn't hear them. Probably because she was too busy frigging herself.

Tracy was laying on the bed, her panties and jeans were down around her ankles, while her legs were spread wide for all to see. She had gotten dressed, but since she hadn't cum earlier, she decided to finish the job herself.

I walked up to the foot of the bed and knelt down, getting a straight on view into her love canal. I signaled to the rest several times to join me, but they never moved away from the door. So I stood up and was about to turn to leave when Tracy suddenly noticed me standing there.

I sent the command I had ready in case that happened, causing her to gasp. The gasp wasn't from shock or surprise, but from the pleasure she had felt when she realized she was being watched.

She felt my gaze burning holes right straight through her, and her eyes never left mine as her arousal continued to build. I smiled a friendly smile, then turned my head back towards the boys, and Tracy naturally followed my gaze.

The moan she gave out seeing three more peeking Tims startled her innocent audience, who then opened the door and fled. I looked back at the orgasming female, then just shrugged and followed the boys out, intentionally leaving the door wide open.

Scott's door was locked this time, so I used my key chain screwdriver to unlock it. I sent the commands so they wouldn't see me, and quietly slipped in.

As I suspected, the three were pounding their little meats like crazy. But their fun suddenly came to a halt when Scott opened his eyes for a moment.

I don't know who was surprised more, me or Scott. He could see me.

"How did you get in!" he said as he quickly snapped his underpants over his twinky.

"I, uh, just came in," I stuttered.

"Who are you talking to?" Darren said worried.

"But I locked the door. I'm sure I did," Scott said after giving Darren a strange look. He got up and pressed the lock button, then opened the door which made a satisfying click. During his inspection, I was madly scanning his mind trying to find out why he could see me.

"I guess the lock is acting up again," he sighed. Then he grinned and asked me, "Did she throw anything at you?"

"Nope," I grinned back. "I think she almost asked me to join her."

"Wow. You think she will tell on me? She did see us, didn't she?"

"Yeah, she saw you, but I doubt she'll say a word. Unless it's to drop you a hint she was going to do it again. I think you will be seeing a whole new side of your older sister. Besides the one you just saw."

"What do you mean? You think she... "

"WHO are you TALKing to?" Dwight asked.

"Are you feeling okay?" Darren added.

"Huh? What do you mean, who?" Scott said confused.

"Oh, sorry. Uhm, Scott, don't get alarmed, okay? I'm gonna do something kinda weird, but I'm not gonna hurt anyone."

"What are you going... Darren? Dwight? What did you do to them!" Scott said.

"They're asleep. And so should you, if you weren't somehow immune. Hmm. This is going to make things a little harder on you, but... "

"Wake them up, or I'm gonna start SCREAMING!" Scott said getting very alarmed.

You see, this wasn't something I had given a lot of though about. I never had imagined finding someone who was immune to my control this early in my life, or what I would do if I suddenly found myself unable to flip a little mental switch inside someone's head when I was losing control of a situation.

But luckily I did work out a alternative to knocking the kid over the head with a vase.

"Scott, look at me. Do I look like I could hurt anyone? Look deep in my eyes. Can you see anything there that would harm you, or your friends? Look deeper. See how nice I am? Nice and friendly Tim. You can relax, and let you good friend Tim take care of things. That's it, just relax. Here, I'll help you. There now. Sitting on the floor is so much more comfortable... And now maybe you would like to lay down too... That's it... so peaceful... So relaxed. Soo...

"OUCH!" I cried when Tracy banged the door against my head.

"No no... everything is okay. Just lay back down and relax... that's it... nice and relaxed."

"What the hell are you doing?" Tracy said in a surprisingly calm voice.

I waved her towards the bed, making her stay silent and still until I finished with her brother.

"Now, Scott, I want you to trust me. I'm here to help you with those drug dealers... No no, it's okay. Don't worry. Timmy's going to take care of them for you. That's better. But I need you to trust me. I'm not going to hurt anyone, especially not you. I can tell you want to trust me... Trust me to help you, and be a good friend... That's it. You are trusting me, trusting me more and more. You can feel the trust grow and grow, trusting me like you have never trusted anyone. That's right... No, now you're going too far... We don't love each other... No... I'm your friend... You're my friend. That's right, buddies... Okay, Scott. You're feeling more alert, and more aware of yourself and your surroundings... More alert, feeling even more aware, and now... you're awake."

Scott sat up blinking slightly, then said, "Wow, that was neat. Can you hypnotize anyone?"

"Probably. Oh, uhm, Tracy, you can move and speak now."

"Scott, are you okay?" Tracy said, immediately getting up and circling around towards him.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Good, then... RUN AND GET HELP!" she said tackling me as I was trying to get up.

Scott didn't react right away, then dashed out the door. But as I gently laid his sister on the floor asleep, he came back in and said, "Tracy, I don't think he's... "

"Scott, shut the door, k? We need to talk," I said as I made her more comfortable.

"Uhm, you're not going to... do anything to her are you?" he said after closing the door.

"No. Here, help me straighten your pals out so they don't feel stiff when I wake them later... Heh, Darren's having a naughty dream about your sister... "

"He is? How can you tell?"

"The same way that I also know you're thinking about feeling your sister's tits when I'm not looking. The same way I know you're wondering if I'm reading your mind, and if I am... a pink elephant wearing a sweater with a big letter A on it. Yes, I can hear you. No, I'm not an angel. And no, I don't care if you take a quick feel, but don't take too long."

"Ewww! They're like I thought, just sorta... smaller I guess."

"Okay, that's enough. I'm sure you'll get your fair share of squeezing tits when you get some hair on your dick. I said that's enough. Scott, I'm going to wake her up in three, two, one... Shit. Okay. Wakey Wakey, Tracy."

Tracy's eyes snapped open, then she immediately said, "Scott! What the fuck do you think you're dooooinnggg, OH!"

"I heard Chris talking about your little buttons you like pushed," Scott said, giving Tracy's areola another nibble through her tight shirt. "If I ever figure out what knob he was talking about... "

"Scott... Please... Stop? You're my... my... you're my brothER," Tracy said, fighting her own arousal at the concept of her brother doing what he was doing. It was wrong to her, but incredibly erotic at the same time.

But Scott wasn't fighting his newly discovered source of arousal at all. If anything, he was trying make it grow even more. Even though the idea was tempting to me, I really didn't want to encourage it while they were on my time. I didn't directly interfere however. Just set things in motion.

"Hey twerp, have you seen Trac... FUCK!" Chris said when he opened the door. "You're going to die, you piece of shit!" he said reaching for the startled Scott.

But Tracy came to his rescue.

"Chris... I want you... NOW! Please? I gotta have you here, right now!" Tracy cried, moving her hands to her pants button.

"Oh, for crying out loud," I said. "Chris, put Scott down and get your skinny ass out of your clothes. Tracy, go take a shit, then clean your ass up real good. Scott, in your sister's room, in her night stand, middle drawer, inside a yellow box there's a tube of KY and some condoms. Go get the box for me, please?"

Scott shot out of the room, excited by the mention of condoms.

"Oh, I'm soooo horny... Hurry up Chris... " Tracy said from the bathroom.

"You hurry up. You're the one whose shitting," Chris responded. "Hey, what the fuck are you getting undressed for?" he asked me.

"Because while your squeaking your head off, I'm going to take her other cherry."

While Tracy groaned from my words, Chris said, "The fuck you are! No fucken underclassman is going to fuck my fucken girlfriend. So put your fucken clothes on and get the fuck out of here before I fuck you up."

"But you want me too," I stated.

"You bet your fucken ass I do. If you don't fucken fuck her fucken ass, I'll fucken grind your face into the fucken sidewalk."

"Shit," Scott said, hearing the end of it when he came back with the box.

"Oh... Hurry up you guys... " Tracy said, walking in with her legs spread as far apart as she could manage. Her fingers were dipping in and out of her cunt, and her eyes were fully glazed over with lust.

"Scott, just don't stand there. You're going to get your first blow job."

"No... I can't give my own brother head... OHH!!!"

Thinking about blowing Scott had triggered the rise of an orgasm. I was planning to build her arousal up to a high point then hold it there, and I managed to put a cap it before she reached the point of no return.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to taste your baby brother's little cock while you make Squeaker squeak and I fuck your ass?"

"OHH!! GOD!! DO IT! FUCK ME!" Tracy said, laying on the ground with her legs straight up in the air, humping her own hand as she desperately tried to bring her blocked orgasm to blow.

"Women," Chris said before he got on top of her and started humping away.

Scott stood there holding the open box with his mouth hanging slightly open. He hadn't moved since Chris threw the condom wrapper at him and put the latex skin on. Something told me Scott wasn't quite ready to see much more than he already had. I sighed and pulled my briefs back up over my disappointed dick.

"Oh well, I wasn't looking forward to trying out one of these things anyway," I said to myself as I tossed the condom I had taken back into the box.

I reset Chris back to his normal "no one fucks her but me" self, and took the cap off Tracy's orgasm. When I saw that Tracy had lost the arousal she had earlier, mostly due to Chris's pathetic fucking, I sat down next to Scott and pulled him down to sit beside me.

"See how he's doing that? That is exactly the way NOT to do it. All he's doing is trying to get himself off, and not paying any attention to Tracy. Now watch... " I said, beginning to alter Chris's jerking motions.

I slowed him down and got him to apply more stimulus to Tracy's 'knob', and had Chris try a little necking, instead of the gung ho full out tongue feast.

"Hmm, what do you think? Should I keep him from cumming until she does? They could be doing it for a while."

"Uhm, I don't know. Could we wake up Dwight and Darren? I did promise them they could see it."

"Okay, but then you and I go and talk while they dirty their minds with it. I didn't come here to do this."

Once the other two were transfixed by the show, I led the unresisting Scott out the door, his eyes never leaving the two humping bodies on the floor until they went out of sight. We entered Tracy's room and I shut the door.

"Why are you going to help me?" Scott finally asked. "I've never even seen you before today... "

"Your sister came to me for the money, and before I found out you were immune against my, er, influence, I figured when you got older you could pay us back with your services. But now... I'm still going to help you, I just don't know what your end of the bargain will be."

"So... I'll have to pay the money back to you later?" Scott said uncomfortably.

"No. There won't be any money involved. Scott, I said I'm going to help you. And I'll do it for free if it comes down to it. I just don't want to get in the habit of doing this all the time without getting something back for it. But your case is different than the rest since I can't directly condition you for something once you agree to do it."

"Oh. So I'm not going to have to pay anybody? For any of it?"

"Stop right there, Scott. If all you can think about is buying drugs with the money you already have, I'll just leave right now. Part of the deal is you never use that shit again."

"UrK! Never? But. I don't know if I can pro... Tim! Wait! I'll try. Really, I'll try. But, it's all I think about. It makes me feel good."