Chapter 30

“You’re screwing the twins?!” she shouted disbelievingly, still staring at my phone, and swiping through my gallery.

“Lauren, it’s not-”

“And Mom too?!” she screeched, her voice going even higher.

“No, well yes- but it’s not what you think!” I said, fumbling my words.

“So, THIS. THIS isn’t what I think it is?!” she said, stomping towards me and thrusting the phone in my face.

The photo was from the morning orgy I had with my mom, Laura, and the twins. It showed mum, sandwiched between the twins, and all three of them were naked and covered in my cum. Given what the picture showed, I could see how things might look. The older brother taking advantage of the younger girls, who mightn’t know any better. It didn’t explain why, or how, our mom was involved though.

“Well?!” she demanded.

“It’s hard to explain-” I started.

“Try!” she insisted.

“Umm...” I stammered, trying to formulate an answer that would buy me enough time to think through this unexpected situation.

“Umm! You’re fucking our little sisters and all you have to say in ‘Umm’?!”

“Lauren, please!” I pleaded, reaching out to try and take her hand.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” she screamed, snatching her hand away while swinging the other towards my face.

In hindsight, I should have relaxed my jaw and just rolled with the punch. But I didn’t. Instead, I tensed up, clenching my jaw and neck, bracing for the impact. I barely felt my sister’s clenched fist connect with my cheek, my head not moving in the slightest. Newton’s Third Law was equally unflinching, which meant that as hard as Lauren’s fist struck my face, my face hit her hand back just as hard. I heard knuckles pop and bones snap.

“OH FUCK! SHIT!” she cursed loudly, dropping to her knees and cradling her broken hand.

“Aaarrgh.” She moaned, her anger temporarily forgotten, and replaced by pain.

“Lauren, I’m sorry. Let me take a look,” I said, kneeling beside her.

“Get away ... from me.” She said while feebly trying to shove me away with her good hand, a measure of her anger returning.

“Let me look,” I said again, this time pushing some power into my voice.

I probably should have gone straight for this option and prevented her from swinging at me in the first place, but it was too late for that now. She straightened from her hunched-over position, cradling her right hand the whole while. I reached into her mind and blocked her pain receptors, then took her hand in mine.

“Wait- Why doesn’t it hurt?” She said with a look that was equal parts relief and confusion.

“Shush!”

“Thor?!”

“Quiet! I need to focus.” I said again with a push of power behind my voice.

Three damaged knuckles, including her thumb, four fingers, and a fractured wrist. It was a good thing I was as tough as I was, Lauren had a mean right hook, it seemed. Focusing on what I needed to do, I steadied myself with a slow breath and tapped into my stores of energy. Had I tried to fix her hand entirely by myself, I probably would have bungled it, so I instead let my power guide me. The power from my second wish showed me everything I needed, and practically did all the work for me; I just had to tell it what I wanted and supply the energy.

I felt her smaller hand twitch and grow warm in mine.

“That feels so weird,” Lauren whispered.

The shock of breaking her hand, and confusion about what was now happening had temporarily overtaken her anger. It looked like I had bought myself some time, and possibly a chance to explain. I didn’t want to use my powers if I didn’t have to, especially not on my family. Mom and the twins had accepted my powers and our new life without putting up much resistance, and I hoped that Lauren would be the same. She clearly had no problem with incest; given what we had just done, were both still naked, and that I could still see some of my cum on her tits.

I released her hand as the flow of power stopped and sat back on my heels, leaning back against the bed as I did. It was by far the most complex healing I had used my power for so far. While I still had plenty of energy left, I still wasn’t used to using my new power like this, and it left me feeling a bit winded.

“What the hell...?” Lauren said, rolling her wrist and flexing her newly repaired fingers.

While she was distracted by her miraculously healed hand, I slipped into her mind again to look at her thoughts. The anger was still there, although not quite as sharp as before. I could see that with the initial surprise fading, the more rational part of her brain was taking over from the purely emotional response.

Her primary concern was that I was abusing or coercing her little sisters into sex somehow. She was also completely in the dark on how our mom fit into all of this, and what her involvement was. Drugs or blackmail were her leading theories. It was then I noticed a small part of her mind suggest that Elsa and Elsie had simply fallen into the same incestuous hole that she had. The twins weren’t much younger than she was when she had lost her own virginity, and they had always adored their older brother. It wasn’t that much of a stretch.

Her next concern was about what, and how, had just happened to her hand. One second it was broken, the next I had somehow made it better? She couldn’t wrap her head around it, and she was far from stupid. In fact, out of the four of us, Lauren was probably the smartest of mom’s kids. She had gotten into nursing school with a full NHS-funded scholarship, but had switched to Midwifery after the first semester, and was now in her second year. I decided to step in before she started down any rabbit holes or drove herself mad trying to rationalise things.

“This isn’t possible. It can’t be.” I heard her say as I pulled out of her mind.

I adjusted my position so that I was sitting cross-legged, just a couple of feet from my sister. Catching my movement, Lauren looked up, and I saw her study my face intently for a few seconds.

“How?” she asked, her voice was calm, with none of the intense emotions from earlier.

“Your hand or ... the other thing.” I asked.

I felt a brief moment of conflict in her thoughts as I referenced the twins and mom, but the curiosity about her hand quickly took over.

“My hand. I felt it break. It hurt like a bitch and suddenly it’s fine again. How is it my hand was broken in a minute, and not the next?”

I didn’t answer straight away. The little devil on my shoulder was telling me to just wipe the past half-hour from Lauren’s mind, and give her the same commands I had given Pip, Emily, and Lacey. The little angel on my other shoulder insisted that I owed her a proper, honest explanation like I had given our mother, sisters, and Laura.

“Thor. Answer me.”

“Okay, so what I said earlier about Amara wasn’t a joke.” I said, breaking my silence.

Lauren just looked confused, not connecting the dots. Understandable, with all the emotions and thoughts that had run through her mind in the past ten minutes.

“When you asked about how I got so ‘jacked’ and I said Amara was an ancient genie who gave me superpowers...”

“Oh, come on!” Lauren said, her anger returning, but for a different reason.

“You asked for the truth, and this is it. Just, please listen, and let me explain If you still want to hit me, call the police, or whatever when I’m done, I won’t try to stop you.

“Fine ... But next time I’m using a cricket bat” she said.

I could see she wasn’t entirely joking about the bat, but I took the attempt at humour, dark as it may be, as a good sign. I felt some relief at the fact that she had discarded the idea of involving the authorities for now. Reading her thoughts, I could see it was partly because my mom was still an unknown factor for her, and partly because she knew there was something more going on here. There was also the fear of breaking up our family, which held her back.

“Maybe we should have a shower and get dressed first? It’s a bit of a long story” I said.

Lauren seemed to suddenly remember that she was naked, with streaks of my cum still on her face and tits.

“Separately, I mean.” I quickly added.

Lauren used Mom’s en-suite while I used the main bathroom and twenty minutes later, we were sitting across from each other at the dining room table. The last time I sat here was when I told Laura and Mom about Amara. I could only hope that this time things would go as well as last time. I was wearing the same clothes as earlier, as they were the only ones that fit me. Lauren had changed into a pair of colourful flares and a pink tee-shirt that didn’t quite cover all of her stomach. Her hair, still slightly damp from the shower, was wrapped up in a towel.

It took slightly longer to tell Lauren everything for a couple of reasons. The first reason was the simple fact that she had been present for less of it than Mum, the twins, or Laura, so there was more to tell. Second, was the great lengths I went to communicate that I, in no way, controlled, coerced, or forced the twins into anything.

I sorely missed having Amara here to help me here, but relayed her part as best I could. I explained how I had unlocked the sexual side of Mom’s personality, again reiterating that I hadn’t forced her or the twins into having sex with me or each other. I made sure Lauren understood that our mother was in control of herself, and I that hadn’t turned her into some sex-crazed bimbo, who had no control over her desires.

I also shared my experiences with the other girls in my growing harem. From Laura’s traumatic past and sexual awakening, to Emily’s out-of-control nymphomania, and how she was now able to function in polite society without needing to masturbate every ten minutes. I finished up with a quick summary of the physical changes I had made, and that had happened on their own. Although I kept the fact that our mother and younger sisters were now lactating, and had an unlimited supply of breast milk a secret, figuring that one little fun surprise couldn’t hurt. I refrained from reading her mind as I told my story, but I got a general sense of the kaleidoscope of her shifting emotions as I spoke.

“ ... so the twins are out with mom shopping for new clothes, while Amara and Lacey are shopping for me.”

“Becuase they’ve grown nearly a foot and two full cup sizes, after you had a magic sex orgy to power a wish that Amara, who is a sex genie, granted. And that’s also why you’re so much bigger too. Is that about right?” Lauren said.

“Essentially, yes. There’s a bit more to it than that, but that’s the gist of it.”

“Huh,” Lauren said, looking thoughtful and not speaking for a stress-inducing, agonizing few minutes.

“So, you can just make your dick as big as you want?” She asked suddenly.

That was not the response I was expecting, but it was better than taking another swing at me.

“What?” I asked, still shocked.

“Just like, one quick thought, and ‘boom!’ third leg.” She said, holding her palms 3 feet apart.

“So, I tell you magic is real, that Demons, Genies, and wishes are all real. That our lives as we know them, have changed beyond our wildest dreams, and your most burning question is ‘can I make my dick bigger?”

She nodded.

“Obviously, the whole magic powers thing is crazy’; I’m still having trouble even believing it. Even with how you just healed my hand, it just seems so ... impossible. I’m honestly still considering that I might have missed my jump earlier and hit my head, and this is all some sort of wacky dream.”

“It takes a bit of getting used to; I’m still trying to adjust myself. I think sometimes, it’s better to just accept things without overthinking them too much. If you try to make sense of all of this, you’re just going to drive yourself crazy.” I said.

“I know. I think I just need to see it for myself. Now that I know the story up to here, and I’m not so blinded by emotion, I want to see it.” she said, tapping her temple with a knuckle.

“I get that. But making my dick bigger? Out of everything you could think of, that’s what you go for?”

She nodded again. This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when I considered how I would use or show off my powers to help bring Lauren around, but it could have been worse. I stood up, pushing my chair back, and moved around to the end of the table. Lauren turned in her seat, facing me from where she sat.

Here goes nothing.

I pushed my trousers and boxers in one movement, my uncharacteristically soft cock flopping out into the cool air. Opening myself up to the flow of power within my mind, my cock began to grow. Lauren leaned forward ever so slightly in her chair, her eyes fixed on my dick. I started by just making myself hard, and returning myself to my natural size from before I had my second power.

“At first, I just added an extra inch to my length, and made my balls hang a little bit lower,” I explained, while making the same changes again.

She watched my junk shift, twitch, throb, and grow with rapt attention. With a sharp intake of breath, she leaned in a bit closer, shuffling to the edge of her seat.

“I experimented with the size a bit, but I was actually pretty happy with how it was to begin with, so I didn’t go crazy with it”.

“To be fair, you had a pretty nice dick in the first place, little brother,” she said with a playful smile.

It was good to hear her teasing banter again. It was a far cry from the almost biblical fury from earlier, and was, I hoped, a good sign.

“But I want to see it bigger. Could you show me how big you made it for the twins?”

I gently brushed her mind as she asked that. She had directly referenced me fucking the twins, and I felt no anger or disgust from her. Instead, curiosity, fascination, and a wavering disbelief were the dominant thoughts and feelings going through her mind—all understandable.

Just like I had that morning, I swelled my cock to the point where even both my hands, significantly larger than Lauren’s, could just barely wrap around it. Wrapped all the way around my prodigious girth, there was only about an inch of overlap between my fingers.

“Holy shit!” Lauren gasped, slipping to her knees before me.

She was so close I could feel her breath against my cock.

“Jesus Thor. There’s no way the twins fit this whole thing inside them! Even if they have grown a bit.” She said, her voice breathy.

She reached out and gently grabbed onto it, both her hands unable to fully encompass the crazy girth.

“Just Elsie, actually,” I grunted, trying to hold my libido in check.

“There’s no way.” She said, still awed by the imposing column of man-meat she was holding.

I wished I had a picture to show her. If not for the unexpected nature of the twins’ visit and surprise request, I would have recorded the whole thing in glorious 4K. Elsa still hadn’t had her turn yet, and I doubted that it was only a one-time-thing, so I hadn’t completely missed my chance.

“I can’t prove she took this beast, but I can show you something close to it. As long as seeing those pictures won’t make you hit me again.”

She smiled and even blushed a little.

“Yeah, sorry. I guess I might have overreacted a little.” She said, releasing my cock and standing up.

“Only a little? You broke your hand on my face.” I said as I shrank my cock back to its regular size.

“Hey, I just found out my brother has been having sex with my baby sisters and mom! I think I was allowed to be angry and confused.” she protested.

“And now? We talked about the magic side of things, and all things considered, you seem to be coping reasonably well. But what about the other stuff?”

We were heading upstairs to retrieve my phone from where I had left it, and Lauren didn’t answer straight away, not answering until we made it to her room.

“Okay, I think ... It’s a lot to take in, but I believe you.” she said, before continuing,

“Honestly, I think I kinda knew from the start. But there was the shock of seeing it, I was still coming down from that orgasm, and I’d just been on a cramped bus for five hours. I was a bit of a mess.”

“So hitting me was just for fun?” I asked, but with no genuine malice.

“Hey, you should be the one apologising to me! YOU broke MY hand with your big, stupid face.”

“No. I fixed your hand. You broke your own hand against my face.”

“I guess I should thank you for fixing it.” She said, looking down at, and flexing her fingers.

“You think?”

“Thank you.” She said sarcastically, but then her face softened.

“Really though, thanks.” She added, this time with more sincerity.

“So, you’re really okay with this. If you’re not ready, you don’t need to see the rest of these.” I told her, my phone in hand.

“I am. Though I’m a little surprised at myself, to be honest. I wasn’t sure how I would feel after you finished explaining, but I know the twins absolutely adore you, and I know you would never hurt them. And Mom’s a grown woman, so she can make her own decisions. Besides, considering I was jumping your bones before any of them, I can’t exactly hold the moral high ground.”

Lauren had already unpacked her laptop, so went ahead and plugged my phone into it so she could see the pictures on a bigger screen. After a moment’s hesitation, she sat sideways across my lap, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. It was a bit of a tight squeeze with both of us in her desk chair, but we made it work. There was clearly something different in our relationship dynamic, but neither of us could really put our finger on it.

I knew how I wanted things to turn out. I wanted Lauren to fully embrace the new family dynamic with open arms (and legs), without the need for any commands. I hoped she would embrace this new life with the same zeal as our mother and younger sisters. I also wanted to convince her that I wasn’t some sort of depraved, irredeemable, sex-freak.

“Hey, is all this so easy for me to accept because you’re doing your mind voodoo stuff to me?” Lauren asked, leaning back slightly to look me in the eyes.

“Voodoo? What, do you think I’m sticking needles in a little doll made with a lock of your hair or something?” I teased.

“You know what I mean!” she said, sounding slightly exasperated.

I didn’t want to annoy her too much; we had made good progress, far more than I had hoped, and didn’t want a normally harmless quip to ruin that.

“No. I haven’t influenced you in that way.” I said.

“In ‘that’ way?” she asked pointedly, arching an eyebrow in a way that made her look frighteningly like our mother.

“I had to make you let me heal your hand. You didn’t want anything to do with me. All I did was temporarily block all the pain, and then made you let me hold your hand and be quiet so I could concentrate.”

“But you could? Make me accept all this, or pretty much anything else..., if you wanted to?” She asked while quickly typing in her password before hanging her arms over my shoulders again.

“If I wanted to. Yeah.”

“So, how does it work? Is it like a Professor X thing, or more like Derren Brown.?”

Clearly, she wasn’t going to let this go without getting some concrete answers out of me. I guess it was only natural that she’d be curious. I know I would be if she had been the one to come home with what were essentially superpowers.

“It kinda works however I need it to. When I want to know things about a person, rather than sift through their mind, my power makes a sort of ‘information bubble’ appear for me to read. Sort of like a stat page or a quick character bio-”

“Oh, what does mine say?” Lauren asked, twisting in my lap to face me, straddling me for the second time today, but with more clothes this time.

“Nothing you don’t already know.”

“Oh, come on, Thor!?

“Lauren Eliza James, 20, not a virgin.”

“Obviously,” she laughed.

“Are you going to keep interrupting, or do I need to gag you?” I threatened her

“Oh, kinky.” She teased.

I didn’t take the bait, and gave her a flat look.

“Fine! Sorry, go on.” She sighed.

Although I acted annoyed, her playful banter and gentle teasing gave me hope for how this would turn out.

“Lauren Eliza James. Your height is 5’4”, your weight is 50kg. Your boobs are a D-cup, and your measurements are 32-24-34. Generally in good health, but there’s some minor tooth decay setting in. No STI’s, you’re single, and you’re bisexual.”

“Tooth decay!” She said, her voice going up an octave.

“Relax,” I told her as I fixed the problem.

“Maybe I should- oh, that’s weird. It feels like pins and needles in my teeth.” she said, shuddering slightly and screwing up her face a little.

“It’s all sorted. Now, can I carry on?”

Lauren nodded, too busy running her tongue across her teeth to talk.

“So moving on from the ‘bubble’, I don’t really hear people’s thoughts in my head all the time. Usually, I use it like an emphatic ability; and instead get a general sense of someone’s mood and emotions. It’s only if I focus on someone that I can read their individual thoughts, see their memories, add new ones, or give them more elaborate commands.”

“Definitely Professor X then.” Lauren said, returning to her previous position of sitting across my lap so she could see the laptop.

“The Twins said the same thing. Talking of which...”