The Swimming Place A story of romance and sex
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Session 42:
In the last session, I’d asked Lucy some more questions, fucked her mouth, and then woken her up. She didn’t even question the fact that she woke up with my cum in my mouth any more.
I think it excited her.
Since then, I’d been reflecting on her reaction to believing that I was responsible for Marcie.
I mean, she wasn’t wrong to be scared. What I’d done was monstrous. I’d destroyed someone - and not just anyone, but Lucy’s best friend. I’d slowly stripped away her humanity, used her for pleasure, broken her.
And then ... abandoned her.
Over the next few days, I thought long and hard about it, and I decided I was going to help Marcie. I didn’t know how, but I was going to do what I could to make things better.
The trouble was, there was only one way to do that.
I needed Lucy’s help.
I needed Lucy’s help to see her, and I’d probably need Lucy’s help to do whatever I could do to fix her.
But if Lucy knew that I’d destroyed Marcie, she’d be scared. Her innocent brother would suddenly be a monster. Her innocent brother would be someone she should be scared of.
Unless...
“How do you feel about me being your master?”
“I love it.”
“Why?”
“It turns me on.”
“Why?”
“Because ... it’s so wrong.”
“How do you feel about Mom being attracted to me?”
“I love it.”
“Why?”
“It makes me feel less alone.”
“What else?”
“It turns me on.”
“Why?”
My sister’s blank eyes stared at me as she thought.
“Because it’s fucked up.”
“Anything else?”
“Because ... it means that ... it means that there’s something about you. Something ... sexy. Irresistible.
“Something powerful.”
I smiled at that. I’d hoped that was the direction she’d go.
As I spoke, I moved one hand between my sister’s legs. She obediently parted her legs, and a soft moan escaped her lips as I began to stroke her wet pussy-lips.
The more turned on someone is, the easier it is to influence them. And with what I was about to suggest to my sister, I needed her to be as turned on as possible.
“How do you feel about hypnosis?”
“It turns me on.”
“Why?”
I slipped one finger between her slick folds.
“I love the idea of giving up control, giving up power.”
“When I hypnotize you, who do you give up power to?”
“You.”
I slipped another finger into my sister’s sopping wet pussy.
“When I hypnotize you, it makes me more powerful, doesn’t it?”
“Yesssss.”
Even while deep in trance, even while speaking in monotone, my fingers distracted Lucy enough that she got caught on the ‘s’.
“Power is sexy, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“You find power sexy, don’t you?”
‘Yes.”
“The more power I have, the more sexy I am, right?”
I slipped a third finger inside Lucy’s wetness, causing her answer to come out as a slight yelp.
“Yes!”
“Stroke my cock.”
My sister obeyed immediately.
“When you learned that Mom was attracted to me, that made me more sexy, didn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Because it made me more powerful.”
“Yes.”
“You know I’ve been hypnotizing Mom, don’t you?”
“Ohhh...”
“You know I’ve been hypnotizing Mom, don’t you?”
“Yess...”
“Did you know I was hypnotizing Marcie?”
“No.”
“Would you believe me if I told you that I had been?”
“Yesss...”
“Would you think it was true?”
She paused. Maybe she was distracted, maybe she needed time to think.
My thumb found her clit, and was making soft circular motions that I knew she loved.
“Would you think that it was true, that I’d been hypnotizing Marcie?”
“Yessss...”
“You know that Marcie and I were sleeping together, don’t you?”
“Yes...”
I knew that my sister had known that it was “good”, but I wasn’t sure what she knew beyond that. I didn’t want to say anything that wouldn’t match my sister’s image of me, but I needed to know how much she knew.
As my three fingers slowly pumped in and out of her, as my thumb brushed over her clit again and again, I stared at her blank face.
She was trying to sit still, but every now and again her entire body would twitch, and I knew that she wanted nothing more than to writhe around in pleasure, to throw her body back on the bed and ride the waves of orgasm.
“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” I said casually, and she nodded, her face desperately trying to stay neutral.
There was, I realized, one way of learning exactly what Marcie had told my sister.
“What did Marcie tell you about our sex life?”
“She said - oh!”
There was a pause, as Lucy’s neutral face squinted slightly. I’d seen this before - she was fighting an orgasm. My sister cums easily, and it takes her serious effort not to orgasm until commanded.
“She said that it was ... goooooood.”
“What did she say specifically?”
“She said that you were ... oh, god!”
I waited for Lucy to fight off the orgasm and continue, but she didn’t finish her thought.
“What did she say specifically?”
“She said that you were a god.”
“A god?”
“Yes.”
“What does that mean?”
“She said that you were a goddddd ... a god of sex.”
“Did she say anything else?”
“Said that ... worshipped ... you...”
I smiled.
After that conversation between my sister and her best friend, everything had changed. Lucy had suddenly become reluctant to do anything sexual with me.
I had assumed that it was because she’d learned I was sexually active, and that had changed how she looked at what we were doing. Teaching me to kiss, jerking off in front of me - if someone is totally new to sex, those things can be seen as a sort of innocent exploration.
If someone is sexually active, they suddenly have a whole different context.
But to learn that Marcie had told Lucy that she ... worshipped me? That I was a sex god?
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