Tim, The Teenage MC
Part XVII - 9: Thanksgiving at the Corrigan's

Copyright© 2000 by Rass Senip

Mind Control Sex Story: Part XVII - 9: Thanksgiving at the Corrigan's - This story is obsolete - please follow The Chronicles of Tim Brandton. The epic story of a boy who discovers his power to control minds as he and his friends reach sexual maturity. Same space as 'The Book' in the same symbols world.

Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   mt/mt   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   Mind Control   NonConsensual   BiSexual   Heterosexual   School   Extra Sensory Perception   Body Swap   Incest   Brother   Sister   BDSM   MaleDom   Group Sex   Orgy   Anal Sex   First   Fisting   Masturbation   Oral Sex  

Emotions. As far as I could see, the only thing they did was cause confusion in one's life. At least that's what I believed while I pulled up in front of Jennifer's house at 3:00 p.m. the next afternoon. While I certainly was no where near being "normal" in the emotion department, the nervousness I was experiencing from officially meeting Jennifer's parents forced me to admit that I had them, and I couldn't control them like I once had.

Thankfully Jennifer answered the door when I rang the bell, but her father was right there behind her, triggering a slight surge of nerves which caused me to slightly trip on the step coming in.

Embarrassment... Now that hadn't been an emotion I had considered having to control until after I had lurched forward at Jennifer and nearly bumped my head into hers. My embarrassment wasn't from the fact I had been clumsy, but from the way it could have appeared to have been... sexually motivated to her father.

Mr. Corrigan was very warm and friendly, however, and naturally had seen it exactly as it had been, as an accident. I appreciated his attempt at humor with his line, "falling for my daughter are you?" and so I gave him one of my empathic smiles for his trouble.

Wow. I instantly saw where Jennifer got her smile from. Not to mention her red hair. You can certainly see the resemblance between Jennifer and her father, especially when they're both smiling.

Suddenly, my babe radar made this huge bleep when Jennifer's sister walked into the entryway to see what all the fuss was about. No wonder Jennifer thought she was unattractive! Just one look at her sister and you just want to drool...

Lee and I were introduced, and while I was giving her the once over with my eyes, Lee's eyes gave me the once over too. Our eyes met for a few moments, and we discovered they were speaking the same language and both saying, "You're pretty hot. Care to fuck?"

But then we glanced at Jennifer, and we both felt a little ashamed of ourselves. Without having to say a word, we both agreed we were off limits to the other and basically tried to forget about it from that point on that night.

As we entered their living room, I felt as if I had walked into the shadow of a big dark storm cloud from the way Jennifer's mother seemed to darken everyone's mood. Mrs. Corrigan stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen with her arms crossed, a wooden spoon in her left hand, wearing an apron and tightlipped smile.

"Well, so this is the Tim I've been hearing so much about," she said, trying to sound friendly, yet not too friendly.

"Yes ma'am," I said respectfully, opening up every empathic sense I had to read her intentions, yet not wishing to know what she was thinking. "Thank you for inviting me for your Thanksgiving dinner."

"You're welcome," she said after a mild hesitation. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thank you," I responded, seeing she was responding well to my polite and well mannered replies. "I should be fine until dinner. I wouldn't want to spoil my appetite."

"Well then... Dinner should be ready around five. Lee, could help your father bring the extra chair in here? I'm in the middle of making my pumpkin pies."

"Yes, mother," Lee said with a touch of annoyance in her voice. Jennifer and I just stood there until her mother went back to the kitchen and Lee and her father went back into the hall.

"She likes you," Jennifer said in a hushed yet excited voice.

"How can you tell?" I asked since I was still trying to sort out what my empathic senses were telling me.

Jennifer motioned me to sit on the couch, but then instead of sitting next to me on it, she sat down in the only chair in there.

"Well, for one, the only time we ever bring the good chair in here is when my Aunt or someone like that visits. Lee brings boyfriends to dinner all the time, and we've never brought the good chair in for them. They always had to sit on the floor or something... "

Jennifer temporarily lost herself in a memory of such an occasion, and after catching her smiling about it, I asked her what she had been thinking about.

"Oh, just this one boyfriend of Lee's... He couldn't do anything right. The first thing he did when he got here was kiss Lee on the lips in front of my mom and dad. During dinner, he kept trying to play footsy with Lee, but ended up kicking mom in the shin... "

She giggled, then said, "And then after dinner, he laid down on the couch to watch TV, then told my mom to find her own seat when she came out of the kitchen to join us. You should have seen his face when mom ran into the kitchen and came back with the butcher's knife."

I laughed, not because I found it funny, but because Jennifer was laughing too and she always laughed a lot longer if I laughed with her.

When Lee and their dad came in huffing with the recliner chair they had been sent to get, I instantly got up and helped them, then found myself having to take over for Lee when she just kind of let go and walked away.

"I could have helped you with it if I had known," I began while Mr. Corrigan collapsed in it to catch his breath.

"No... You're the guest," he gasped. "We do this... All the time... Don't we pumpkin?"

"Yes daddy," she said with a grin.

I was about to ask what she was grinning about when she mouthed the words as her father spoke them.

"I think we'll just leave it in here for now on. No sense of putting it back just to move it again."

"Yes, daddy," Jennifer said again as I shared in her grin.

I sat back down on the couch, letting her dad keep the recliner when he offered, then was surprised to find Jennifer sitting down next to me.

Mr. Corrigan asked about the balloon rental and stuff, and I ended up talking about Midge before Mrs. Corrigan came out and turned the TV on. She flipped through the channels until she found one she liked, then turned around and studied us a moment before asking "Where's Lee?"

 
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