Demetrius Ch 10
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I enjoyed myself over the next few weeks.
A part of me felt like I should feel bad, but honestly ... I just didn’t.
Mom was wearing skimpy clothes around the house whenever she was home. Most of her outfits totally failed to hide the wet patch between her legs. She continued to not care at all if I stared at her exposed skin, or the clearly-visible bumps of her nipples when she was wearing nothing but a sports bra or singlet.
When she caught me looking at her wetness, she’d blush and shift slightly, but it seemed more like she was embarrassed than suspicious.
And any time I brought up Marcie, she’d go bright red and leave the room.
I’ll tell you, it was hard to stop myself from bringing Marcie up several times a day.
In the meantime, I didn’t put her under at all. I’d learned my lesson from Marcie - I wanted to take things slowly, ensure that nothing I did ran the risk of breaking her.
I wanted to let all the changes sit before taking things to the next step.
Besides, while I waited, I had Lucy to entertain me.
Session 38:
“What did you dream about last night?”
“I was your slave, and you were fucking me.”
“Tell me more.”
“I don’t really remember the details. I think we were in my bed, or on a cloud, or near a zoo, or something like that. You held me down and choked me, or maybe I was on top. I came a bunch of times, and then you let me clean your cock off with my mouth.”
Lucy’s dream-retention is pretty awful, but at least I knew that she was still dreaming about crossing that final boundary, the one thing she wouldn’t do.
“Did you enjoy the dream?”
“I loved it.”
“Do you want to fuck me in real life?”
“Yes.’
“Will you fuck me in real life?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s incest, and incest is wrong.”
“Is the other stuff we do incest?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not.”
Great, Luce.
I sighed, and moved on. I had been down this path a million times, and it always ended the same way. Sex is wrong because it’s incest.
The mental gymnastics my sister could do to justify going down on me, letting me suck on her tits, letting me go down on her (another lifelong fantasy I’d checked off in the last week), letting me spank her until she came, letting me touch her everywhere I wanted...
None of that was incest, but putting my cock in her pussy? That somehow crossed the line.
“Suck my dick.”
Almost before the words were out of my mouth, Lucy was between my legs, her blank eyes looking up at me, her talented hands and mouth hard at work. She flattened her tongue to make her mouth a wet hole, and then forced my cock so deep inside that she gagged a little. She pulled out until my head was the only thing in her mouth, and started furiously jerking me off with both hands while her tongue lapped at my piss-slit.
Even while under, she shuddered with orgasm just at the pleasure of going down on me.
She’d do all that, but she wouldn’t go any further.
The final limit.
Session 3:
“Why do you like being hypnotized?” I’d asked Lucy once, when she was awake. She’d thought about it for a while and told me that she found it relaxing.
I’d asked her the same question while she was under, and she’d gone into a bit more detail.
“I like feeling like I’m floating,” she’d said, staring straight into my eyes, her soft voice completely expressionless. “It’s like I’m somewhere else—I don’t have any worries, any stress. I feel like I’m free, like I’ve given it all away.”
“Given what?”
“ ... control. I like feeling like someone else is in control. Like someone else has control of my mind, of my body ... of my life.”
Session 38:
“Why do you like being hypnotized?”
“Mmf mmf nngh mmmph.”
I chuckled, and pulled my cock-hungry sister away from my erection.
“Why do you like being hypnotized?”
“It makes me feel closer to you.”
“What else?”
“I like the feeling,” she said, staring straight into my eyes. Her soft monotone contained a hint of desperation, like she was happy to answer the question, but that she’d much rather have her mouth wrapped around my cock. “I like the feeling of obedience, of submission.”
“Does it turn you on?”
“No,” she said without hesitation. “It relaxes me.”
I paused. I had a good thing going, obviously - my sister’s saliva dripping from the head of my penis told me that. It was tempting to stick with the status quo. With a mouth as talented as Lucy’s, so what if I never had sex with her?
“Cum for me,” I said impulsively, and my sister’s eyes rolled back with pleasure. She started heaving and puffing, and soon her body was shaking.
I was already hard, but the sight of my sister’s orgasm was enough to make me almost lose control. I grabbed her head, pulled it to my cock, and roughly fucked her willing mouth until I was blowing my load onto her soft tongue.
“Swallow it down,” I said with a smile, and my sister happily obeyed.
The sight of her orgasm, it... god. It did something to me. I wanted to know what her spasming cunt felt like while she came. I’d experienced it with my fingers - I needed to feel it with my cock.
I needed it.
It was a risk, but all good things in life are.
“Hypothetical,” I said slowly. “You have a recurring dream about being hypnotized.”
Nod.
“You have a recurring dream about being hypnotized. While you’re hypnotized, you’re obedient and submissive. More obedient and submissive than you could ever be while you’re awake, and it turns you on more than you can imagine.”
Session 39:
“What did you dream about last night?”
“I was in a theatre or at a party or something, and a wizard hypnotized me.”
“A wizard?”
“Yes. Or a magician. It might have been a snake.”
“How did it feel?”
“It was so hot. He had complete control over me.”
“Tell me more.”
“It felt like I was floating. He had complete control over my body, my mind ... over my life.”
“Why did it turn you on?”
“I had to do whatever he said.”
“Why did that turn you on?”
“I didn’t have any control. I was completely obedient. He turned me into his personal little slut. I had to do everything he said. I’d never met someone so powerful before.”
“Why do you like being your brother’s slut?”
“Because it’s so wrong.”
“Why do you like obeying everything he says?”
“Because I want to serve him.”
“Why do you like being hypnotized?”
“Because...”
She shivered with pleasure.
“Because it means I don’t have any control.”
Session 34:
“Would you tell me why you like being hypnotized?” I asked. I had to know.
“Yes.”
“Why do you like being hypnotized?”
“It makes me feel closer to you,” Lucy said, and I smiled.
Session 39:
“When you’re hypnotized, who controls you?”
“You do.”
“When you’re hypnotized, who decides what you can and can’t do?”
“You do.”
“When you’re hypnotized, you have to do everything I say, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“If I told you to go down on me, what would you do?”
“I’d go down on you.”
“If I told you to cum, what would you do?”
“I’d cum.”
“If I told you to fuck me, what would you do?”
“I’d fuck you.”
I froze.
It ... it couldn’t be that easy. Could it?
“If I told you to fuck me while you were hypnotized, what would you do?”
“I’d fuck you.”
“For real?”
“Yes.”
“If, while you were hypnotized, I told you to fuck me, you’d fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“Describe it.”
“I’d lift up my skirt and pull my wet panties to the side, and I’d come over to the chair you’re sitting on. I’d straddle you, putting my knees on either side of yours, and I’d slowly move down until your cock was at the lips of my pussy. I’d run the head of your cock up and down my pussy a few times until it was nice and wet, and then I’d slowly let my weight sink down, until you were all the way inside.”
“Would you enjoy it?”
“I’d love it.”
“Even though it was incest?”
“Especially because it’s incest.”
“You wouldn’t avoid doing it because I’m your brother?”
“While I’m hypnotized, you have complete control over me. My mind, my body, my life. I have to obey you.”
I took a deep breath.
“You have to obey me, even if I tell you to commit incest?”
“Yes.”
“Lucy...”
Her blank eyes bore into mine.
“Fuck me.”
“God, thank you so much for that. It was super hot. I love it when you hypnotize me - it gets me so wet. And I can see it gets you hard ... why don’t you let your hot sister slut take care of that? We still have some time before Mom gets home”
Ignoring the look of confusion on my face, Lucy got on her knees, and soon my equally-confused cock was shooting another load down her throat while she played with herself.
Session 40:
“Hypothetical: I’ve hypnotized you.”
Nod.
“You have to obey everything I say.”
Nod.
“Even if I tell you to fuck me, you have to do it.”
Nod.
“I tell you to fuck me.”
Shake.
Oh.
I sat there in silence for a few seconds while I pieced it all together.
Everyone has certain ... buttons. Not like a blender, but, like, there’s stuff that you can reliably use to manipulate them. Mom has an overdeveloped sense of guilt, and Lucy has an extraordinarily healthy ego.
As well as that, there’s certain ideas that you just can’t get people to shake. For Mom, it’s talking about sex. No matter what, I’ve never managed to get her to talk about it.
And so, instead, I decided to take advantage of that.
For my sister, it’s this idea that I’m an innocent person.
Perhaps it’s the fact that I’ve slowly hypnotized my sister into being my twenty-four hour cock-sucking slut, or that I’ve turned my mother into a secretly-masturbating pervert, uncontrollably aroused at the thought of Marcie - the girl I turned into a sex slave, then destroyed - being forced at gunpoint to fuck her family ... but somehow, I don’t really consider myself “innocent” in all this.
Yet Lucy still thinks that I am.
She’s somehow managed to justify everything we’ve done as ‘not incest’, so I guess she’s just ... good at seeing what she wants to see.
Obeying my every command was, after all, ‘her’ idea. Whenever I hypnotize her, she thinks I’m doing her a favor, and she dreamed of sucking my cock for months before she started doing it.
It’s not incest, so it’s not ‘wrong’, so she still thinks of me as innocent in all this.
The idea of me telling her to fuck me? That would be incest, and her innocent brother would never initiate incest.
That would be wrong.
Incest roadblock aside, things have run so smoothly with my sister for so long, I haven’t really had to work.
I could have tried to change her perception of me. But I didn’t know what kind of ripple effect that would have - maybe if I wasn’t ‘innocent’ (by her warped definition of the word) she suddenly wouldn’t feel comfortable with anything we were doing.
Maybe it would change stuff that we’d already done.
Maybe it would break her.
Besides which, I’d learned from Mom - don’t try to change these core, entrenched beliefs.
Use them to your advantage.
For the next fifteen minutes, I had Lucy suck my cock while I thought. I wasn’t even particularly horny - we’d fooled around for half an hour before I put her under and I’d cum twice - but I always enjoyed the sight of my sister’s bulging cheeks and glassy eyes.
There’s no blowjob like a trance blowjob.
“Cum for me,” I said absent-mindedly while I began mentally assembling a plan.
As far as my sister was concerned, all of this - her going down on me, me hypnotizing her, me controlling her body and her mind ... it was all for her. It was all for her pleasure, for her gain.
We did this because she loved it.
She loved being my slave. She loved being used as a sex object. She loved getting off, and she loved getting me off.
She wouldn’t commit incest - because it was ‘wrong’ - but she’d do anything else, because she loved it.
As she moaned with pleasure around my cock, I could feel her orgasm sweep through her body.
She loved it.
“Stop going down on me,” I said excitedly. I had a plan.
Session 8:
“Other than your fantasies, would you tell me what kind of thing gets you sexually excited?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what kind of thing gets you excited.”
“Being touched by a boy that I like. Watching porn. Reading porn. Talking about sex. Playing with myself. When a hot guy won’t stop checking me out.”
“Wait, you get excited talking about sex?”
Elle
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