Son's Mind Control: Dominating the Family

All characters are over 18.

Tommy Baker was your regular college freshman—well, almost. At 19, with his dark brown hair cut short and steel-blue eyes that seemed to look through you rather than at you, he stood six feet tall with a lanky build that made him seem even taller. His thin frame often made him the target of jokes from the school's athletes, but Tommy had other things on his mind.

Living with his mom, Janet, and his three sisters in their suburban home wasn't easy. His parents had split up years ago, leaving him as the only male in a house full of women who seemed determined to drive him crazy.

His older sisters Melissa and Michelle were twenty-year-old twins with honey-blonde hair and bright blue eyes that could charm their way out of any trouble. Both stood about five-foot-five and had curves that turned heads everywhere they went. They were freshmen at the local university and came home most weekends.

Then there was his oldest sister, Rachel, twenty-four, with fiery red hair and emerald eyes. Standing five-foot-nine in her bare feet, she worked as a legal assistant at some fancy law firm downtown. She was the worst of the bunch—bossy, loud, and always puffing on cigarettes despite their mom's half-hearted protests.

Tommy's nighttime fantasies often revolved around his sisters. He knew it was messed up, but he couldn't help himself. They strutted around the house in skimpy underwear and tight shirts that left little to the imagination. The twins were constantly giggling and touching each other, while Rachel barked orders at everyone like she owned the place.

A knock interrupted his morning thoughts.

"Breakfast in fifteen minutes, sweetie," his mom called through the door.

At least she knocked. His sisters would have just barged in—they'd done it enough times to catch him in embarrassing situations.

Tommy pulled on jeans and a t-shirt before heading downstairs. His mom greeted him with a hug.

"Staying up late again? You look exhausted," she said, pushing a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, I was working on something," Tommy admitted, sliding into his seat at the kitchen table.

"The twins left early—some rally at school," his mom explained when Tommy looked around, surprised by the quiet.

More like a lesbian make-out session, Tommy thought with a smirk. All three of his sisters claimed to be lesbians, which seemed like a cruel joke considering how much they teased him.

After wolfing down breakfast, Tommy headed off to school, his mind already drifting to his secret project.

High school was torture, but at least Tommy had his friends. He spotted them by the lockers—Nick Parker, Danny Cooper, and Jeff Lewis.

"How far did you get with that project?" Danny asked, adjusting his glasses.

"Was up all night messing with those frequency patterns," Tommy replied, yawning.

Jeff laughed. "You actually think this hypnosis stuff will work?"

"Of course he does!" Nick jumped in. "The concept is genius! Think of what he could do if he pulls it off."

"BIG if," Jeff emphasized.

The bell rang, cutting their conversation short. As they dispersed to their classes, Tommy caught sight of Amber Wilson—his ultimate crush. With her long dark hair, intelligent brown eyes, and a smile that made his stomach flip, she was everything he wanted. Unfortunately, she also had a boyfriend, star quarterback Ryan Peters.

As his math teacher droned on about logarithms, Tommy's mind wandered back to the device he was creating...

It had started when he'd just turned eighteen. Browsing through a sketchy magazine, he'd seen an ad for a "mind control device" that promised to "make any woman your willing slave!" It claimed the gadget emitted a special light pattern for two minutes that instantly hypnotized anyone who looked at it.

Tommy knew it was probably a scam, but the idea had planted itself in his brain. He'd ordered it anyway, spending seventy-five dollars of his hard-earned money from his weekend job at the mall.

When it finally arrived six weeks later, it was clearly junk—a plastic box about the size of a portable CD player with a lens that emitted a weak, flickering light. It came with a CD-ROM for his computer that was supposed to program the device.

After five frustrating hours of tinkering, the plastic hinge had snapped off in his hands. Tommy had tossed it into his desk drawer, writing it off as a waste of money—until his physics teacher assigned an open-ended project on...