Mind Controlling My Twin Sister

by Amber FoxxFire

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My twin sister, Tasha and I, had always been close - even closer than the typical twins. See, we could read each other's minds.

Of course nothing ever came from that, until after we'd turned 18 and I realized I could do more than read her mind.

I could control her mind.

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My twin sister, Tasha and I, had always been close - even closer than the typical twins. See, we could read each other's minds.

Of course nothing ever came from that, until after we'd turned 18 and I realized I could do more than read her mind.

I could control her mind.

 

It sounds sinister, but I wasn't really trying to do anything, it just happened. First time, I was just watching her play a new video game and I absently wished she'd get me a sandwich and a soda.

A moment later, she paused the game and did just that.

I stood there in complete awe and shock. Like I said, we could read each other's minds, but Tasha was fiercely independent and if I'd asked her to make me a sandwich, she'd have told me to go pound sand and make it myself.

But she didn't. She handed me the plate and soda with a great big smile on her pretty, freckled face.

"Here you go, bro!" She giggled and handed me exactly what I would've made for myself.

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I took the plate and stared at it for several moments.

"What's this?" I finally asked as she sat back down to her game.

"Your favorite." She shrugged. "I just felt the urge to make it for you.

I'll tell you what, that was the tastiest lunch I'd ever had!

But it got me thinking. What on earth was going on? I had to try it out some more.

The next day she was at the store and I mentally requested for her to pick me up a pack of cigs. I don't even smoke. No one in our family smokes and the thought of it makes her gag.

This would be a really good test. I even pictured the exact brand and packaging.

Again, half an hour later, she walked in the door and cheerfully handed me the exact smokes I had asked her for mentally.

This was absurd!

Of course I used it for little things here and there - always under the pretense of "research," but the more I used it, the more devious I became.

What could I get her to do?

Would she bend over in front of me to "accidentally" give me a peek of her melons? Again, she was a very private person and would never have willingly entertained such a notion.

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