Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote, Part II - of Pranks and

... than “d**g dealer”, Jake wouldn’t have been upset, but this called for a little retribution. He whistled to himself as he gathered a few things. After a couple minutes he returned. Slipping on a pair of disposable gloves, he set to work. He used a bunch of clothespins and an old eyeliner pencil. It was tough to tell what the end result would be with time the way it was, but knowing what he did about the male anatomy he was pretty sure it would have the desired effect. Disposing of the evidence, he returned to his position behind the fridge door and pressed “play” on the show he’d set up. “No th-AAH!” Keith cried out at the sudden stinging pain in his dick, clutching at himself. Jake closed the fridge and walked over, looking concerned. “You alright, son?” Keith shuddered and stood, hands over his crotch. “I dunno, I... “ He ran off to the bathroom. Petra chased after him. “Keith? What’s going on?” Jake let himself smirk for a moment before following. Petra had followed him into the bathroom and was demanding to see what was wrong. Jake hung back, not wanting to seem too eager, and was rewarded with a gasp from his daughter as Keith presumably revealed his cock, now covered in stinging welts topped by dark spots. “Holy shit! What the FUCK, Keith!” Petra had her mother’s lungs when it came to screaming at people. “What did you DO?!” “I dunno, babe, I-” “Who- how the fuck did you get that? What is that, a rash?! Who did you get that from??” “I-” Keith stammered. “It was ...

... Amber, wasn’t it! That slut! Get out! Go to a fucking clinic, you asshole!” It sounded like she was hitting him with something. Jake pressed back against the wall to get out of the way as the k** ran past to escape Petra, who had gone into full Amazon mode, hitting him about the head and shoulders with a curling iron. She chased him down the hall and threw the iron, which smacked against the door as the boy fled into the street. Petra stood in the hall, shaking with rage. Yep, definitely her mother’s daughter. Jake touched her shoulder. “You okay, pet?” “Yeah, dad. I just have to scrub off a layer of skin. Um…” She swallowed, not sure how to proceed. “It’s alright, honey. I can guess. Just get cleaned up, use the good mouthwash or hand soap or whatever you need. I’ll put out your pajamas and order a pizza, and if you notice anything odd you know your mom and I will take you to the clinic.” “Thanks, daddy,” she said, hugging him tight before rushing to the upstairs bathroom where the larger shower and tub were. Jake paused the world again the moment the door closed. Really, he thought, if he was going to keep using his powers for this sort of mischief, he needed to get better at resisting the need to laugh like a madman. Wiping his tears and catching his breath a few minutes later, Jake wandered upstairs to do as he’d promised. He found some of Petra’s nicer fleece pajamas in her drawer and grabbed a pair of panties to go with them, then set them on top of the hamper next to the ...