Chapter 1

Mark Mitchell was very frustrated. He was 15 and relatively good looking but he has yet to even hold a girls hand let alone get laid. Mark stood about 5'7" and was in pretty good shape. He had short but not too short blonde hair. He also had crystal blue eyes.

The only thing holding him back from flirting with girls was his shyness. He was always the one everyone over looked. Or if they did notice him they considered him to be harmless. And his family did not help matters much either.

When I say family, I mean adopted family. Mark was adopted at the age of 12, up until then he was in a Catholic boarding school.

He was adopted by a single mother by the name of Susan. Susan also had two daughters of her own. Susan herself was a real looker. She was 34 but had the body of a 19 year old. She had the most enchanting blue eyes Mark had ever seen. She also had bleached blonde hair that went down to the middle of her back.

Her youngest daughter Heather was a beauty as well. She was 14 and still going through her tomboy phase but her endowments were filling in quit nicely. Her breasts were apple sized. But her breasts were not her best feature. Her ass and legs were. She had brown hair that she covered with a Nike baseball cap. Her mother asked if she would like to die her hair but she flatly refused by saying "That is too girlish and people think blondes are dumb." Her mother was not hurt by this comment. she was starting to get used to these rude gestures Heather would through at her.

And last but certainly least there was Victoria. Mark called her Vic for short. She was 17 and could probably stack up to a super model. She had a different father than Heather and you could tell the difference. She had shoulder length red hair and legs that went all the way up. Her breasts were the perfect size mark thought. She also had the clearest blue eyes mark had every seen. All together she was beautiful on every part of her body.

So now can you see Mark's dilemma. He is surrounded by beautiful girls at home and school. Mark did not know why but sex seemed to be on his mind an awful lot lately. Little did he know that his problem would be solved and shortly.

You see, Mark is a telepath and does not know it yet. For most telepaths they have to bring forth a strong emotion and be in a stressful situation. The stressful situation Mark would run into was Shane Peterson.

Shane has been in the 8th grade for the past two years and he out weighed Mark by at least 50 pounds. Shane had also never tried to bully Mark. But good luck doesn't last forever.

The school bell rang and let everyone know that school was dismissed for the day. So Mark started his four block walk home. He could have taken the bus but he did not like to be in a confined place with a bunch of other people.

He made it as far as the school parking lot when Shane blocked his path.

"So where do you think your goin' shit head?" Shane asked in a sarcastic tone. Mark knew he was in trouble. In fact he was terrified. He knew he had to think of something quick or he was going to be injured and in a serious way.

"I'm just going home. I don't want no trouble, so could we not do this please" As he said these words he thought 'I wish he was as twice as terrified of me as I am of him' Just as he thought these words a strange tingling sensation came to the back of his head.

All of the sudden Shane's face turned a ghastly pale color and there was a wet spot appearing on the front of his jeans.

Shane abruptly turned around and took off at a dead run... In the opposite direction that Mark was in.

Mark could see by the quizzical looks on the friends of Shane that this was not what they were hoping for. They wanted to see a fight and got disappointed, all turned and went to go home after they saw the show was over.

'Is it possible? Did I actually control Shane's mind? And what was that tingling sensation?' Mark's thoughts were running in this pattern all the way home.

The only conclusion was that he needed to do some analytical tests. Science was always his best subject. He loved running tests.

And what better test subjects than the family that adopted him.

He came home to the sound of Heather and Vic arguing. This was nothing unusual. They usually argued every day. Heather was the one that usually started it. Apparently this argument was over Heather's boyfriend. "Every time he comes over you are always walking around in your skimpiest outfits!" Heather said in an infuriated tone of voice.

"Well if he's lookin' that means he has good taste." Vic said in a sarcastic voice.

Mark looked at them with adoring eyes and thought 'Soon. Soon we will have some fun' Mark left them to their arguing and went up stairs to his room. He wanted to do some research.

He turned on his computer and got on the internet. There was surprisingly little information on mind control. But he did find quite a few erotic mind control stories. That brought him fantasies of his own.

He did not have his ability mastered yet so he thought it would be best if he was careful. He would wait until his step mother Susan went to sleep. She almost always went to sleep after she took her bath; and that was about 8:30.

'The question is which of her daughters would be first' Mark thought with a smile on his face. After much deliberation he came up with Heather. " Yes I think I will go from youngest to oldest." he said in the solitude of his room.

Then a thought came to mind unbidden. 'If I can control minds, I wonder if I could read them as well' By the time Mark was done deliberating, Susan yelled from down stairs "Supper is ready. Better get down here before it gets cold." Mark was not really hungry. It was almost like the curiosity had suppressed his appetite.

But he did not want to be rude so he started his way down stairs. Plus he wanted to test his new theory about "Mind Reading". When he got to the dining room everybody else was already seated.

Susan had cooked a dish they all loved. Home made pizza. Mark took his seat near Vic. Just the smell of her perfume was arousing him. Mark liked talking to Vic better than the rest of the family.

"So how was school today Vic? Did you break up with Charlie like you said you were goin' to do?" Mark asked trying to start a casual conversation.

"No. I just could not do it. He's so cute with his brown puppy dog eyes." This was where Mark was trying read her thoughts. He found out that he could not read them... But he could actually see them! They were not words though. They were more like symbols and for some reason beyond his knowledge he instinctively knew what they meant.

He could tell by the symbols that she was not in love but merely infatuated with the boy. The symbols also said that she had a crush on Heather's boyfriend. Mark also noticed that he did not have to look at Vic to read the symbols.

"What happened with you and Shane Peterson. People on the bus said he confronted you and ran away crying? So what happened?" Heather asked in a quizzical tone. Mark did not know how to answer this question, he could not exactly tell the truth, so he went with a lie.

"I told him I would break him in half if he screwed with me. I don't know why he ran off crying." Everyone but Heather accepted this answer. The symbols coming from her head said Mark was lying out his ass.

"I had no idea you were so predisposed towards violence Mark." Vic said in a sultry voice. Mark could tell by the symbols Vic was turned on by a show of strength. Mark decided to mess with the symbols in her head.

Instead of being infatuated with her boyfriend she would now be infatuated with him. But he also made it so she would not act on it until he made a pass at her. Mark found it incredibly easy to manipulate the symbols coming from Vic's head.

For the rest of the dinner Vic was giving Mark her best come hither looks. Heather noticed Vic giving Mark those looks. And to Mark's surprise, the symbols coming from Heather were ones of pure jealousy.

Heather actually had a crush on Mark. He thought himself stupid for not noticing it before. He began to search deeper in Heather's head and found, she had a crush on him since the day he was adopted.

"So are you going out with anyone Mark?" Vic asked in that same sexy voice. The more she talked to Mark the more furious Heather got. She looked passive on the outside but the symbols in Heather's head were running rampant. "Not at the moment, but I'm still lookin'" Mark said as he stood up and excused himself from the dinner table. 'I better go to my room before Heather kills Vic out of jealousy' Mark thought humorously as he walked up stairs to his room.

He was thinking about his discoveries and what they could do to help him out in the future. What was amazing was the way Heather's thoughts caught him off guard. Mark was hardly ever caught off guard, and that threw him for a loop.

Breaking through his thoughts was a knock at the door. "Come in." He said in a casual tone. The door opened and there stood Vic in nothing but a night gown. This was very unusual behavior because usually she never left her room without at least a robe. "Good night." she said with a come hither gaze.

It took all of Mark's energy to stick to the plan. Which was to go from youngest to oldest. But that was a very revealing night gown... almost see through. Which gave poor Mark a raging erection.

"Good night" Mark said barely able to reach a voice above a whisper. She smiled warmly at him and gave him a wink and shut the door. He heard voices outside his door.

"You should not lead him on like that." Heather told her barely clad sister.

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy in your voice sis?" Vic said sarcastically.

"I care for him and I don't want him to get hurt." Heather said lovingly.

By now Mark was standing right near the door so he could hear better.

"Believe me sis, I want to do a lot of things to him but hurting him ain't one of them"

"You better just stay the fuck away from him or your gonna get hurt!" She screamed. That's when Mark decided to open the door and play stupid.

"What's goin' on out here." Mark was curious about how they would react.

"Nothing for you to worry about. Good night." Vic said warmly and walked to her room and shut the door.

"What were you to arguing about?" Mark asked Heather. Mark wanted to see if she would lie about it. 'If she does I would not blame her' Mark thought.

But to his surprise she told him the truth. "We were arguing over you. I don't want her leading you on. She'll break your heart." She said and as she did Mark dove as deep as he could into her mind. She was not infatuated with him... She was hopelessly in love with him. The kind of love she felt for him was unbreakable. It was true love. No mind tricks.

This warmed Mark's heart deeply.

Susan was coming up the stairs now. Mark hoped she had not heard the commotion over him. By the way she acted Mark guessed she had not. When she met them in the hallway she said "I'm off to bed. You two better be asleep by 11, there's school tomorrow." Mark nodded his acceptance of her order as she went through and closed her bedroom door. Mark took mental note of how sexy Heather was looking. Although her outfit was not as revealing as her sister's it still turned him on immensely.

She was wearing cut off blue jean shorts that went to the higher part of her thighs. She was also wearing a blue tank top that came down just below her apple size breasts. To top it all off she was wearing that same blue Nike baseball cap.

"Can I talk to you a moment in my bedroom?" Mark asked in somewhat of a strained voice. He wanted to get information with out mind reading. "Sure. I guess so." She said with a quizzical expression on her face.

When they were in Mark's bedroom he asked "You care for me pretty deeply don't you?"