Mark got home first and as usual, he entered the house by stomping his heavy work boots at the door. Ty concentrated and listened to the conversation downstairs, finding that with a little bit of power he could extend his hearing well beyond its normal range.
"What's for supper?" Mark said gruffly, coughing from years of smoking cigars.
"Steak and potatoes." June said simply. She didn't have to fake the cold tone with Mark. It came naturally.
"Mmmm." He said simply, and proceeded to kick off his boots, plop down in his armchair, and turn on the game.
Ignored as usual, June concentrated on supper. She found herself wandering to Ty upstairs, just wishing they could be together right now for more pervy fun.
* * *
Ty was wishing the same thing. He had done his homework and sat in his barely furnished bedroom without any sort of entertainment. He found himself trying things with his power. He could do much more than change people, it seemed. He had already sharpened his hearing. He pushed it further, amazed as he heard the soft clink of June stirring something at the stove and Mark's breathing. With focus, he could tune it even further, hearing a specific bird chirping outside, or the neighbor mom humming in her house next door. It gave him a little bit of a headache trying to operate on such an abstract level, so Ty drew back.
Hmmm. More interesting ideas began to play. Could he find people? He closed his eyes and concentrated on Dustin. With a start, he suddenly knew that his asshole step brother was hanging out with his girlfriend Krissi and smoking weed with her in a basement he didn't recognize. He concentrated on Krissi and found her bored and looking at her phone for celebrity gossip in between tokes.
Jesus! Ty opened his eyes, blinking, and rubbed them. The effort was uncomfortable, but wow! He had to get used to that! He tried something more drastic. Could he change somebody at distance? He focused on Krissi once again, closing his eyes. He concentrated on Dustin's girlfriend, observed her body as if he was hovering over top of her. She was cute, blonde, and busty. Her hair held in pigtails. Her tight white sweater stretched over her ample tits. Blue jeans, pink socks. Nothing particularly special, really. Just a cute all american girl who WOULD date some football jock.
He willed her to break up with Dustin. Fuck it. She was obviously bored, anyway.
Ty watched from his bedroom, eyes closed, as Krissi suddenly stood up, shut off the blaring football game on TV - the same one Mark was watching - and snubbed out her joint. She began to express her total disinterest in Dustin and his boring single minded focus. She wanted to break up with him and date somebody else.
To Ty's horror, he watched Dustin rise up from the couch, blow a puff of smoke in her face, making the girl cough, and grab her by the shoulder roughly. Dustin told her she was shit and nobody would love her but him. Krissi began to cry.
Ty snapped back to his current environment, hearing movement, and realized somebody was hanging outside his door.
"Ty," June whispered. "It's me."
Ty rose from his desk, blinking, and slowly opened the door. To his shock, June leaned down, grabbed his head, and kissed him roughly and passionately on the lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth and tasting the roof of his mouth. Ty's toes curled and he gasped, almost instantly going hard. June drew away, grinned down at her step son, and let out a soft playful giggle.
"Oh, and supper is almost done. You'll need to come down. Mark's watching the game, so you won't have to deal with him too much."
Ty picked up his jaw from the floor and smacked his lips, tasting June's sweet saliva and suddenly breaking into a grin. "Okay."
June giggled softly again and turned back from the door.
"Hey," Ty whispered. June cocked her head quickly. Ty's stomach tumbled. "D-Does Dustin hurt Krissi?"
June paused, looked down sadly, and nodded.
"Can I punish him?" Ty blinked, surprised that he felt he had to ask June's permission.
June nodded, biting her lip with mirth, and walked back towards the stairs.
Ty shut his door quietly and sat back down. He looked back toward the door, recalling June's teasing, and chuckled. He'd definitely have to get her back for that.
But first...
* * *
Krissi sat in her basement with her hands in her lap. She was softly rubbing her injured wrist, glancing down at the rash Dustin had left when he twisted her arm. The game was back on, and she had fallen into despair. God dammit, she had been weak! She had wanted to break up with him a year ago when she learned what kind of dick he actually was. Before he had pushed her for the first time and mocked her. She had almost done it this time, a sudden burst of courage filling her that she hadn't had before.
She sat in silence with fresh pot smoke wafting into the air.
Beside her, Dustin suddenly jumped. She looked over in alarm and then looked away quickly. Odd. Something was... she looked back in confusion and saw his attention on the game. Her eyes widened in complete disbelief as she saw him... changing.