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stairs. Was this going to be something she was going to regret this for the rest of her life?
    She heard him tumbling after her, shouting her name. She whimpered. He was so cute. No one that cute could all bad, could they?
    No! Mind control, Carmen! Get it together! He gave you those thoughts! They're not real!
    She ran out of the house, across the street to her own. She saw her stepmother's car in the driveway. Good. The two of them could fight together. And then she could tell her all about this incredibly cute boy that she just had this immense crush—no!
    No.
    She flew inside the door.
    “Hey, cool lady!” Monica chirped. “Where are you—wow, what's the rush?”
    Her stepmother was a svelte, hot young woman. She kept in perfect shape from swimming one hundred laps every day in their expansive backyard's Olympic sized swimming pool. In the past, they had both seen Jared watching her from his bedroom window.
    Today, Monica wore a slim crimson sundress, with dark leather heels. Her long dark blond hair was perfectly coiffed to one side.
    “Don't answer the door!” shouted Carmen.
    The beautiful teen rushed upstairs rushed into her room, her little translucent cover falling away. She only had her bikini on now.
    She panicked for a moment. What could she do? How was she going to avoid his super wonderful cock forever when he was such a fucking cute hot guy that she wanted to lose her virginity to?
    Maybe it wore off? That was her only hope. She cranked up the stereo so she couldn't hear him, and then sat down in the corner of her room, hands pressed up against her ears. As she closed her eyes, all she could think about was her big fucking crush on Jared. God, would he still go out with her when this was all over? That would be super nice of him.
    Suddenly, her stereo turned all the way down. Hands were on her wrists. She didn't know what to do! She refused to open her eyes, squirming, backing away.
    “It's okay, Carmen. It's all right.”
    It was Monica. Oh, thank goodness. She opened her eyes.
    “It's all right, dear.” Her stepmother's smile was pure comfort. “It's really all right.”
    Carmen breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, Mom! Is he gone? I was so worried. I felt sure his stupid device could work through doors, and . . .”
    She started looking at Monica— really looking. The older woman was staring at her with a fixed, almost euphoric smile. Her eyes sort of blank. The grip on Carmen's hands only got tighter and tighter.
    “He found a window, actually. But it's all for the best. Obedience is pleasure, Carmen,” she sighed happily. “And I've found the perfect boy for you to obey.”
    Carmen heard Jared's footsteps. She knew there was no running, no fighting, now. She stared up at him, the crown on his head. She moaned a bit, biting her lower lip.
    At least he was cute.
    * * * * *
    C armen was happily giving Jared a handjob, staring adoringly in his face as he watched TV. He was naked. Carmen was seriously happy about that, staring at his body however much she wanted. There was some recording of models walking down runways. He said it was giving him inspiration for his new career.
    So much of what he said went straight over her pretty little head. That was okay, though. He was so handsome and smart. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. For a moment, he just stroked her hair.
    She had amazing hair, she knew. It was thick and told the whole world how badly she needed Jared to fuck her at every second. It matched her perfectly hot fuck-me-while-I'm-making-you-dinner body. At every moment of his delectable handjob, she made sure to tilt her back perfectly, so he could see straight down her cleavage in her tiny bikini.
    He looked her in the eyes. Carmen swooned helplessly. She couldn't even describe what made him so handsome. He just was . It was the same way the sky was blue, or up was up and down was down.
    “I've changed you, Carmen. I made you this turned on to me.”
    “Oh fuck,” she