"Call me Lily! Are you so lazy that you can't even call me by my name?"
"Wow, sorry, Lily. I didn't mean to get you so riled up. What's got you so on edge today, anyway?"
"You know what? Just don't start on me. Just leave me alone, okay? Because I got in a fight with Becca at the shoe store, and I maxed out my credit cards, and it's just been a nasty day. And on top of that, I'm sure my clothes vanished right out there in public, and everyone could see me naked. So the last thing I need is for you to stir things up and make it even nastier."
"Okay! Fine!" I threw my hands up in surrender. "Holy cow! I just wanted to be supportive, you don't need to be such a bitch about it."
Scarcely were the words out of my mouth before I realized I'd made a mistake. My sister's eyes shot wide, and her cheeks turned flaming red, and she jabbed a finger in my face as her lips curled up in absolute rage.
"I don't need to be such a what?! What did you just call me?"
"Sorry, Lily, I didn't think before I spoke."
"Darn right you didn't! I'm cooking and cleaning for you while Mom and Dad are away, you little twerp, and you have no right to--"
"FREEZE!!" I put both hands up like I was stopping traffic, and made a wish on my ring at the same moment.
Lily froze in mid-motion, her finger still jabbing out, her face still twisted in rage. But she was perfectly still, like a wax statue from Madame Tussaud's. I hadn't killed her, or turned her to stone; I'd just made her completely unable to move a muscle. I watched her for a moment to make sure her chest inflated as she breathed. Yup, my sister would be just fine. I'd just stopped her from moving of her own volition.
I took Lily's jabbing finger in my hand, unclenched her fist, and eased her arm down to her side. I put my hands on her shoulders to straighten her back, and I gently massaged her face until her look of rage relaxed and she gazed back at me with a completely neutral expression. Lily now stood at attention in the middle of our living room, unable to move unless I moved her.
I'd turned her into a living doll.
"Wow," I breathed to myself. This ring really was powerful. Lily, being older, was a couple of inches taller than me, but I was quickly catching up. Within a year, I'd probably be taller than her. I just stood, looking eye to eye with my domineering sister, now reduced to complete, if unwilling, compliance.
I put my hands on her shoulders. Her skin was still warm and soft through her light cotton tank top. I lightly stroked one hand down her arm, and smiled as my touch raised goose pimples on her skin. Yup, her mind was still in there, unchanged and still reacting to what I was doing to her. The possibilities were endless. All my friends agreed Lily was one of the hottest girls in school, and they'd give anything for one hour with her. I could start up quite the business. But then, I might like to have my sister, who really was a good cook and housekeeper, just be my domestic robot.
Oh, who was I kidding? Every boy with a big sister was curious about her body at some point, and I was no different. I didn't have to share my doll sister if I didn't want to. I stepped forward, letting my hands slide down Lily's sides until I had one arm wrapped around her waist and the other hand on her butt. I pressed my chest into her breasts, my groin into hers, and let my mouth brush lightly on her frozen, slightly parted lips. "I could keep you for myself," I whispered into the cup of her ear. "And there's nothing you could do about it."