Mind Games

Authors Note: New story series, hopefully it’ll be better than my last series that kinda stalled.

A little about me before the story starts, my name is David, I’m 16, 5 foot 6 inch, with jet black hair, hazel eyes, and thin build but not lanky, I do have some muscle definition, a feel-able 6-pack and strong for my size. I found out about my ability, or power or what ever you want to call it when I was 10. At first it was just being able to read minds, which overwhelmed me at first but I learned to ignore the stray thoughts most of the time, tune into one person at a time. By the time I was 12 that expanded to ‘pushing’ I would guess be the right term, I could mentally push some one to do something. Simple stuff at first answering questions they didn’t want to answer, or doing something they don’t normally do in public but in private, nothing too powerful then, which looking back even if I did have more control I wouldn’t have abused it except maybe get what I really wanted for Christmas those years.

When I hit 15 my powers expanded again to telepathy and control memories of when my abilities are in use. I found this out the hard way when I was sitting in the living room watching TV with my sister after school. Her name is Rebekah (Bekah to friends and family), two years younger then I. She managed to get the red head gene that is in our family and very fair skinned, and the deepest green eyes you’ve ever seen. She also has a thin but athletic body, on the cheerleading team, and vying for captain of the high school cheerleaders by her junior year. We were sitting watching TV as I looked over at her and just thought about what she would look like naked, just an idle thought then she turned her head to look at me and spoke

“What did you just say?” Her eyes wide with shock.

Shocked myself I again thought, “Did I say that out loud? Oh shit!”

“Yes you did say that out loud, you perv!” she spoke, responding to my thoughts.

All I could do was blink at her thinking, well wishing it wasn’t happening, and if it was if she would just forget what I thought about her. Like magic she turned back to the TV as if nothing happened.

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