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Mom and sis were total bitches. I don’t know what happened, but one day they just turned on me. They spited me at every turn, ignored me and sabotaged everything I did.
But I had a secret. I had…acquired a “remote control” that with a bit of DNA would allow me to completely control anyone I wanted.
How far could I go? Could I force mom and sis to ovulate? Would they bow down and worship me?
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Yes, finally!
I'd been scheming for this day for a LONG time now. Both my mom and my 18-year-old sister have been ganging up on me at every opportunity. Even though I was the older brother, they thought it was funny to put me down every chance they got.
But now the payback could commence.
I'm not going to say where I got it from as I don't want the men in black to start nosing around, but I've procured a first of its kind remote mind controlling device. It looks just like a TV remote and even has a lot of the same buttons - like fast-forward, pause, reverse. But it also has other - more...sinister buttons. All I need is a DNA sample - hair works very nicely! - and I can program this remote to do unspeakable things to the owner of said DNA.
READ MOREFirst I wanted to try it out on mom. I don't know why, but ever since my sister, Beth, had turned 18, our mother had turned on me. I mean she used to love me - or profess to - but now she says hateful, vile things about me. I mean like literally, overnight, she became a complete monster.
Let me demonstrate.
"Hey mom, I need to talk to you about something important." I called out downstairs. She was cooking her and sis something for breakfast - not me of course, I was old enough to make my own food. Nevermind that sis is an adult and can do the same.
"Fuck off, Sam! Nothing you have to say could possibly be important." Mom yelled back.
See? A total bitch.
But that was going to change.
Right.
Now.
"No, mom." I smiled and pressed a button and spoke into the remote. "Stop what you're doing and come up to my room. Now!"
I heard some clattering downstairs and padding as my voluptuous, 43-year-old mother hurried upstairs to do my bidding. My heart thundered in my chest as I realized just how much power I had. Naughty thoughts danced seductively through my head. How far could I take this?
"Yes, son?" My mother wrung her hands and looked at me expectantly.
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