Emily smiled at him, warm, content. Her ruined makeup only made the mont more surreal—like she wasn’t aware of how ridiculous she looked. Or she just didn’t care.
Then, she reached for her phone. She sat down and took a photo of the two of them. Karl didn’t have ti to react—the picture was taken, capturing them without pants, exposing their sensitive parts.
Karl’s breath hitched.
His smirk wavered for the first ti as his eyes flickered to Emily’s phone, to the screen displaying the two of them—side by side in a state neither of them should’ve been in.
Emily’s makeup was a ss, cum and saliva running down her cheeks, her lips still parted as if savoring the mont. Her hoodie was slightly disheveled, her jeans pooled around her knees. And Karl—
Karl wasn’t even wearing his damn pants.
His stomach twisted, not out of guilt, but sothing closer to disbelief.
How had things gotten to this point?
Emily’s fingers hovered over the screen, her thumb resting lightly against the send button. She almost send it to her father.
Karl swallowed, forcing a chuckle—one that ca out more strained than he’d like. "You’re serious?"
Emily tilted her head, smiling softly. "Why wouldn’t I be?"
Karl let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly very aware of how wrong this entire situation was. "I an... c’mon. Maybe—maybe not right now."
Emily blinked. "Why not?"
Karl gestured vaguely—at everything. "Because—look at us."
Emily did look. Down at herself, at the way her thighs were still pressed together, at the ss sared across her face. Then, she turned her gaze back to Karl, who still wasn’t dressed properly.
And yet, her expression remained calm.
"This is fine," she murmured.
Karl let out a short, breathy laugh, running a hand down his face. "Emily. We’re practically half-naked, and you want to send a picture of us to our parents?"
Emily nodded. "It’ll make them happy."
Karl’s jaw tensed. "Happy?"
Emily humd. "They’ll see how much we’ve grown. How we’ve co to understand each other by showing our sensitive area to each other."
Karl exhaled sharply, shifting uncomfortably, suddenly feeling like he was the one losing control.
This was supposed to be his ga.
His manipulation.
And yet—
Emily was the one moving forward with complete confidence, while he was the one hesitating.
Karl forced a smirk, though his fingers twitched against his knee. "Maybe we hold off on that, yeah? No need to... rush things."
Emily tilted her head, watching him closely. "You’re nervous."
Karl scoffed. "I’m not nervous."
Emily’s lips curled ever so slightly. "Then why are you hesitating?"
Karl opened his mouth—then closed it.
His mind raced for an excuse, sothing logical, sothing that wouldn’t make him look as caught off guard as he felt.
"This isn’t really a ’spur of the mont’ kind of thing," he finally said, voice lighter, forced. "You don’t just send sothing like this without thinking it through."
Emily studied him for a mont, then nodded slowly. "Okay."
Karl blinked. "...Okay?"
Emily lowered the phone. "We’ll wait."
Karl let out a quiet breath, relief curling in his chest. "Yeah. Good call."
Emily smiled, but there was sothing unreadable in her eyes.
Karl didn’t like that look.
Didn’t like how calm she was about all of this. Emily was acting like this was the most natural thing in the world.
And for the first ti since he started using the Common Sense Manipulation App—
Karl felt like he was the one being led.
Karl’s fingers twitched. His mind raced.
This wasn’t right.
And that damn phone. That picture.
He couldn’t let her send it.
Without a second thought, Karl lunged forward, reaching for the device in her hands.
Emily gasped, startled for half a second before she let out a breathy, amused laugh, twisting her body just out of his reach.
"Karl," she giggled, holding the phone away, her bare thighs shifting as she leaned back against the couch. "Are you really this shy?"
Karl gritted his teeth. His breath was unsteady, his patience running thin. The atmosphere was already wrong, thick with sothing unnatural, sothing too accepting.
He needed control back. Now.
"Emily," he growled, reaching for her again, but she twisted away, her body pressing against his side for half a second before she pulled back.
She was enjoying this.
Like they were playing so stupid ga.
Karl clenched his jaw, eyes darkening as frustration twisted in his chest. Fine. If this is what she understands now—then he’ll play by the rules he set.
His voice ca out cold. Sharp.
"Hey, slut."
Emily blinked.
Karl’s fingers twitched, his patience snapping.
"Give it to ." His voice was low, firm, laced with that sa authority he had forced into her head. "Give your goddamn phone."
Emily stilled.
And then—
She smiled.
A soft, slow curl of her lips, her eyes warm, gentle.
"Aww..." she breathed, lowering the phone, her fingers loosening around it. "Okay."
She placed the device into his waiting hand, her gaze filled with sothing strange, sothing that made Karl’s stomach churn.
"You’re so sweet," she murmured.
Karl’s grip tightened around the phone.
His breath was steady.
But inside—
Inside, he felt sothing crawl beneath his skin.
Karl’s grip tightened around the phone the mont he saw the picture appear on the screen. Shit.
Without hesitation, he tapped the delete button.
Gone.
Emily’s smile faltered. Her expression shifted from gleeful satisfaction to disappointnt, her fingers twitching slightly as she watched him erase the mont she had just captured.
Karl exhaled, dragging a hand through his hair, his mind spinning. He couldn’t let this go further off the rails.
Emily wasn’t supposed to be calling the shots.
Her lips parted slightly, her brows drawing together in sothing close to a pout. "Why did you do that?"
Karl snorted, rolling his eyes as if she had just said the dumbest thing imaginable. He needed control back. He needed to steer this.
He scoffed, leaning forward slightly, voice sharp. "Because you’re a goddamn idiot, that’s why."
Emily blinked.
Karl’s smirk curled at the edge, his tone low and biting. "What, you think flashing your dumbass smile and taking a picture of our naked asses is enough to show how real we are as a family? You’re so fucking stupid sotis, you know that?"
Emily’s disappointnt wavered.
Her lips parted, but instead of arguing—
She smiled.
Soft. Warm.
Like Karl’s words had comforted her.
Her fingers curled slightly, and she exhaled, her breath shaky but content. "You’re so sweet, Karl."
Karl’s mind barely had ti to settle before Emily moved again.
Without hesitation, she reached down, slipping her jeans and underwear past her knees, kicking them off entirely.
Karl froze.
For the first ti since this whole twisted ga started, he didn’t have an imdiate response.
Emily, completely unbothered, simply stretched her legs before standing up, her expression bright—as if this was nothing more than another casual mont between siblings.
"I’m gonna check your fridge," she announced, brushing her ssy hair behind her ear. "I need to see what kind of trash you’ve been eating."
Karl blinked. Once. Twice.
Then, he laughed.
A short, sharp exhale of disbelief.
"Are you serious right now?"
Emily turned her head toward him, smiling. Completely unfazed.
"Of course," she said, walking toward the kitchen as if she wasn’t naked from the waist down, as if everything about this mont was normal. "I need to make sure you’re eating properly. You’re always skipping als, aren’t you?"
Karl stared at her retreating form, his amusent quickly shifting into disbelief.
What the hell was this?
He had expected a lot of things after ssing with Emily’s perception.
But this?
This unnatural, easygoing warmth?
It was like their relationship had been reset—as if the years of distance, argunts, and resentnt had been wiped away, replaced by sothing too close and too comfortable.
And it all happened because of one thing.
His cruelty.
His manipulation.
He had twisted Emily’s perception, altered her understanding of love and respect, and the result was... this.
His little step sister—half-naked, happily rummaging through his kitchen, acting like the perfect caring sibling, as if their relationship had never been broken in the first place.
Karl leaned back against the couch, running a hand down his face.
He had wanted control.
He had wanted to break her.
But now—
Now he wasn’t even sure who had won.
Karl leaned back against the couch, watching Emily move.
She humd softly as she rummaged through his fridge, her fingers idly pushing aside containers, completely at ease—too at ease. The air in the apartnt was still thick with everything that had happened, but Emily acted like none of it was unusual.
Karl exhaled slowly, rubbing his thumb against the edge of his phone.
This was wrong.
Not in a way that made him regret anything—he never regretted winning—but in a way that made him pause.
Because Emily... was enjoying this.
She wasn’t broken. She wasn’t confused.
She was happy.
Karl had used the Common Sense Manipulation App on plenty of people before, had twisted their understanding of reality, had bent their thoughts in ways they couldn’t even comprehend.
But Emily was different.
She wasn’t just accepting the new reality—she was thriving in it.
Karl’s fingers tapped idly against his knee.
This was unexpected.
But not unmanageable.
His eyes flickered toward her again, watching the way she moved without a single ounce of hesitation. She bent over, showing her wet pussy.
Karl licked his lips absently, his smirk returning.
’If she enjoys this...’
His fingers curled slightly, amusent creeping into his gaze.
"Then I’ll give her more."
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