Yes/Chad/Go get the dog washed up and think about tomorrow
Your mind is going a million miles a minute as you step out into the hall and notice a content and still very dirty Frosty sit up to greet you, tail starting to wag. You lead the dirty dog into the bathroom and start running the bath, your body on autopilot while you try to process everything that has happened today.
It turns out that scrubbing Frosty is good for you as it gives you some perspective, allowing you to settle down and think while you scrub your loveable mutt. You've done some things that you never would have thought you would or could do. You're even a little disgusted with yourself, turning some of your siblings into piss fiends. But the world hasn't ended (yet), your sisters are only slightly worse for wear, and you haven't done any irreparable harm as far as you can tell. You know you can't keep letting stray thoughts get the better of you though. If this ring is now your superpower then this sure feels like your spiderman moment and you want to be careful how you wield it, so you resolve to use it sparingly, at least until you figure out what to really do with it.
You pocket the ring before you head down to see mom, just in case, and take the rest of the evening to try to be your normal self again and give yourself more time to think these things through. But you do slip it on again before bed, in part worried that it will choose to disappear on you before morning comes.
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Walking the halls at school feels so different now. You keep your ring on the whole next day and catch yourself staring at it often. You don't even need to use it's power for the most part. Just knowing that a mere utterance could bend or break someone however you see fit gives you all the confidence you need to make it through the day with a cocky, contented smile on your face, even after your former best friend's betrayal yesterday. That said, you do throw a snarky response at Gary as you pass him in the hall between classes, asking if he's actually a massive pussy, and he runs away crying after everyone stares at his unexpectedly affirmative response. After that slip up you promise to train yourself to only start questions with "how" or "why" to help limit changing things you don't want to.
But one thing you think about throughout the whole day is your sister Emily. This morning you offered to pick her up again after school, perhaps guilty about yesterday, and the warm smile she gave you was something you didn't anticipate. You made sure not to ask if she wanted you to, simply offered. You were a little worried that after everything that happened yesterday that she might be looking to avoid you, even hate you, but somewhere between her ingrained love for you and the explosive orgasms you gave her in her bed, she may have already found a way to look past all the weird stuff that happened yesterday.
But of course it's not quite so simple. When Emily runs over to your car you can tell her step is bouncier than usual, as if she was getting worked up with just the anticipation of seeing you. Thankfully she acts the same as always with a chill and cheery, "Hey Chad," as she sits next to you in the front seat, although she sure is looking at you funny.
"Hey sis. How was your day?"
"Gooood. What about you?"
"Yeah, today was pretty decent! Better than yesterday. Well, parts of yesterday."
Em nods in agreement and you idly start to chat as you pull away from her school. But Em has something on her mind, distractedly fiddling with her backpack down between her legs in the front seat. You hardly get to the end of the block before she blurts out, "Did you... have science today?"
"Huh?"
"You know. Your assignment? The homework I helped you with?"
"Oh! Uh, yeah, I dunno. I think we... have a sub until next week."
Emily steels herself, letting out a nervous breath before smiling broadly. "Okay. I thought maybe today was when all your friends would... see."
"See what?"
"Y'know... me," she says quietly, staring at the zipper she's flicking.
You smirk and shake your head. You already forgot some of the things you put into her head yesterday. You really did perv out pretty hard. "Don't worry. No one has to see any of those pictures we took."
"Why not?" Bree cocks her head, confused. That only amuses you further.
"Careful now. If I didn't know better I'd think you really wanted my whole class to see your vagina,” you tease.
"I... never said that."
Thinking back on it, you were the one who suggested that yesterday, not her. You consider trying to reset that somehow then push forward, curious about where her head is at.
"Alright. Why are you so interested then?"
It's Bree's turn to shake her head at you. She looks over at you with a dramatic, exasperated 'what am I gonna do with you' sort of look that mom is great at. "You're always doing your homework at the last minute. I figured that your assignment was due today."
"But why bring it up so quickly? Why were you thinking about it?"
"I'm allowed to be curious," she notes, then looks down at the console. "And maybe I was curious if you had any other assignments like that. Or if you got a bad grade on that one. Like, maybe you missed something and we had to redo it..."
"Aha. How selfless of you."
"That's n-" Emily huffs, squirming in place. "It's complicated, okay? It's not that I want your class to see me drinking my pee." A very specific observation. "It was just so strange and different and weirdly, slightly, like only a little bit... fun. But it's not like I'm obsessed about it. Or, like, turned on or anything." All you have to do is turn your head to look at her and she gets very self conscious, like she just admitted what's up. "No, I'm not saying that," she repeats.
"Okay. What are you saying then?"
"I dunno. I'm not sure what I'm saying. Maybe... Okay, fine, it was exciting. I liked it. Happy?"
"And the truth comes out," you remark with a grin, watching your sister fidget in her seat. "Are you always this horny?"
You don't catch yourself before Em's eyes widen and the ring hits your sister full bore. "Yes. Er, I mean... yeah, I guess so," she replies quietly, as if just coming to this realization herself.
Crap. There's something else Emily has to deal with now. You didn't mean to hit her with that. It just sorta slipped out. But... is this a problem?
You're not even sure how horny she was just then. She looked more embarrassed than anything. Maybe it was virtually nothing, a mild tingle. Or maybe plucking the zipper of her backpack is all she can do to keep from openly plucking her clit. There's no way to know for sure, and asking more questions is liable to only make things worse, at least while you're distracted and driving.
For now you just kick yourself, even glare at the ring for a moment, before moving on with the conversation. You can always fix this later if it really becomes a problem.
"Okay... Well don't think too much about my homework. I already spend enough time having to do that, no sense in both of us doing it together."
There's an awkward silence after you bring up the two of you 'doing it together'. Your thoughts drift back to your mutual masturbatory session from the night before in Em's bedroom and you glance at each other several times. You don't really want to go there right now but it's clear that Emily does. If anything, this is what she actually wanted to ask you about.
"How did you do that, anyway?"
"Do what?"
"What you did with my ear."
Is playing dumb the best way to avoid this? "I dunno. What did I do?"
"Chad!" Em exclaims with a start, sitting up. "You know what you did! You gave me a... an orgasm," she says, more composed. "But how did you do that?"
You shrug. "How did you make me jerk off like that?"
"We always do that," she insists with a grumble, even annoyed that you would forget such a thing. "But that... orgasm..." She brings her hand up to the side of her head, brushing her hair back, something she has been doing repeatedly since she got in your car. "I was touching my ear all morning and it never felt even a little like what you did yesterday."
You grin and take one hand off the wheel. "I could show you..."
Em is quick to cup her hand over her ear and then give you a playful scowl. Her pouty frown suggests she doesn't believe you could do anything to her, since she did rub her ear all day without anything happening, but you guess she's just as easily worried that you somehow could. You merely chuckle and lean back. "Hey, you brought it up."
With Em cagey and you nervous about revealing your secret, you force the conversation elsewhere, asking what she did at school. Emily, clearly disappointed, looks out the window and mumbles through a near canned response. Her fingers meanwhile begin to circle around her ear, occasionally pinching the bottom of her lobe or delicately tracing the inside edge, still actively searching for the magical button you pushed that made her convulse and shake and spasm in ecstasy the way that she did.
Watching Em stroke her earlobe like that, determined, confounded, yearning to discover a way to replicate what you did to her, makes your desire to do it again even greater. Pressing that button once was bad enough, but you slammed her a good dozen times last night, and might have just kept going if she hadn't lost consciousness. With a ride that intense, it's no wonder she's been thinking about it all day. And although you're sure that's one of the easiest things that you could fix, the darker side of you loves knowing you could set her off with a single touch.
You let your sis stew in disappointment for a few more minutes until you pull up to your house. When you turn off the car you turn to her with an idea.
You know what would make her feel better
She might not even believe you, but...