Chapter 2

So I guess you know what I did now, right? I went home, started a harem with my hot Mom and even hotter sisters, threw in a few of the neighborhood hotties for variety, and eventually made Katherine the chief wench of my harem. Then I kicked some major league supervillian ass, let Wonder Woman and a few other of the hotter babes in the Justice League join my harem, and lived the rest of my life in one huge continuing orgy.

Yeah, right, that's exactly what happened. Not.

The first thing I did when I got home was to go upstairs to my bedroom and 'take care of business'. I won't go into detail, other than to say that a handful of liquid soap and visions of Katherine Phillips masturbating as she called out my name were enough to allow me to 'take care of business.'

Once I was relaxed (and subsequently cleaned up after taking a very cold shower), I went down and decided to experiment a little with my mind control powers on my Mom.

Before you get your hopes up, I should tell you that, although I think my Mom is very attractive, I've never had any feeling for her other than those of a loving son. So no incestuous liaisons are about to be described on the following pages.

But my Mom was an awesome cook, especially when it came to Italian cuisine. She had a spaghetti and meat sauce recipe that I could have eaten non-stop every meal for a month.

I found Mom in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets for the ingredients for tonight's supper.

Perfect. I decided to try my mind control powers on her now.

"Hey, Mom, have you decided what to make for supper tonight?"

Mom turned and gave me a quick smile. "I was thinking of potatoes au gratin."

That was also a favorite dish of mine, but my mouth was already set for spaghetti, and my mind was ready to try out its new powers. "That's great, but if you haven't started making dinner yet, I sure would like some spaghetti."

Mom laughed. "If it was up to you and your father, we'd be having spaghetti morning, noon and night. Anyway, we had spaghetti just the other night. A little variety won't hurt you."

I was a little startled that Mom was ignoring my mental command, but maybe it was because I actually hadn't put my mental command in the form of an order. Deciding I'd have better luck rephrasing my request, I repeated, "C'mon, Mom, make some spaghetti. You know me and Dad'll love you for it."

Mom just patted my face and replied, "Your father and you will love my potatoes au gratin as well." Mom then went about the business of making tonight's dinner.

Deciding that maybe I couldn't vocalize my orders, but that I had to mentally project them, I thought at my Mom as hard as I could: "Make spaghetti. Make spaghetti. Make spaghetti."

My Mom turned around and gave me a concerned look. "Are you feeling alright, sweetheart?"

"Uh, yeah, sure Mom. Why do you ask?"

"You just looked like you were in pain by the look on your face. Why don't you go lie down until supper." With that, my mother dismissed me from the kitchen before returning to her preparation of the family dinner.

When Dad and I sat down at the table, you can probably guess what was waiting for us there. Potatoes au gratin.

Now, don't get me wrong. Like I said earlier, my Mom is a wonderful cook. And anything she makes is going to be fantastic. But I was in the mood for spaghetti. And I was more than a little disappointed that I couldn't mentally command her to make spaghetti.

Dinner was great from a culinary point of view, but a disaster from an emerging superpower point of view. Anytime my Mom or Dad did something at the table, I tried to give them a little mental nudge to do it differently. When Dad asked Mom to pass the pepper, I tried to mentally order her to pass the salt. When Mom started talking about a news article she had read about our city's deputy mayor, I tried to mentally get Dad to change the conversation to our state's lieutenant governor. Nothing. The only result I got was my Mom asking me if I was feeling well, as I kept on getting the strangest look on my face.

Finally, I decided to give up and just enjoy supper. Afterwards, I excused myself to go up to my room, where I contemplated on what I had thought I had learned today.

I started to review what I knew. I knew I had seen Katherine Phillips pleasure herself while calling out my name. My growing erection at the memory of her doing so was proof enough that this had happened. And though I can't prove it, I know that I had somehow orchestrated all the events that had taken place in Katherine's shower, from her keeping the shower curtain open so that I would have an unencumbered view of her body to her running her hands over her most private (and spectacular!) parts.

But I also knew that I couldn't get my Mom and Dad to do even the most mundane of things. So what did this mean? Did I have the power to control minds, but only one mind in the world would respond to that power? Don't get me wrong; as a perpetually horny teenage boy, if there was only one mind I could control, I couldn't think of a better one to control than Katherine Phillips, especially since her body came with that mind. But that seemed a little weird for a superpower, especially one gifted to me by a supernatural source. Maybe my parents were immune to my mental control powers, since they were related to me. Or maybe I had the power to mentally command hot teenage girls! I immediately discarded that theory. I just wasn't that lucky.

I went to sleep, wondering what tomorrow would reveal. Little did I know that tomorrow was the start of a weekend of life changing events.

The next morning was Friday, and I was really looking forward to the weekend. I was seriously thinking about heading up to my superpowers camp in the Tom Sawyer National Park and walking around the park invisible, to see if the few park rangers on duty would respond to my mental commands. Okay, maybe that wasn't the most ethical way to try out my new powers, but I did have a new power, and I wanted to find out if extended to something besides Katherine Phillips and autoeroticism.

Speaking of which, as I walked down the corridor to my locker, standing there was Katherine Phillips. As I look at her, an image of her running a hand between her legs superimposed itself on her, and I could tell by the coloring appearing on her cheeks that the same image had appeared in her mind unbeckoned.

Pushing the image out of her mind, Katherine ran up to me, a wide smile on her face.

"Sam, did you hear the good news?"

"Good news?" I was still a little woozy from the image of Katherine in my mind, and her close proximity wasn't helping the matter.

"Sarah and Jim. And Jim's Mom. They all came out of their comas. All last night. And all within an hour of each other too. That's a little weird, I know, but a good weird."

I felt as if all the blood had rushed out of my head. I leaned against the locker, thinking of all the ramifications. There was always an ache for my lost friends in my heart, but after almost three months, I guess a small part of me, a part that my conscious mind knew about but never admitted to, assumed that they were never going to return. And now they were back.