The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Dennis sat himself down at Dr Catherine Bates’s personal computer, making himself comfortable while it booted up. Behind him Angie was already exploring the filing cabinet behind him.

‘If you’re so sure it’s on the computer then why bother with that?’ he couldn’t help but ask her. Angie simply shrugged.

‘I’m curious,’ she replied, ‘I never really understood why she felt the need to keep a paper record when everything was on the computer. Just seems like an unnecessary waste of time. So, I wanted to check and see if they really are what she says they are. Methinks she might have slipped something else in that she doesn’t want any one else to see.’ Dennis sighed.

‘Even if she did bring something like that to work with her, it’s her office, she wouldn’t need to go to such lengths to hide it.’ Angie ignored his sound logic and continued to rummage fruitlessly through the cabinet. Perhaps she was simply trying to distract herself. At this point the start up screen had appeared, demanding a password from him that he didn’t know himself. Fortunately, he didn’t need to know himself.

‘Cathie,’ he said, not even bothering to keep his voice soft anymore, ‘what’s the password for your computer at word.’ Catherine Bates was kneeling on the floor next to him, staring vacantly at the floor her mind lost in whatever blissful haze accompanied his hypnotic trances. She didn’t stir when he addressed her and answered the question immediately without giving any indication she’d actually heard him.

‘Bubblez, Master,’ she replied, emotionlessly, her mouth moving automatically, ‘spelt with a ‘z’ on the end instead of an ‘s.’ Dennis typed it in, hit the enter button and gained access to the files on the therapist’s hard drive. Nice and easy.

‘Not very good,’ he admonished the entranced woman, ‘you should try to put in a number or a capital letter for security reasons.’ Unsurprisingly she didn’t respond to him, simply continued to stare at the floor with blank, unseeing eyes. He wasn’t sure if she’d even recognised that he’d been speaking to her. She’d respond to his instructions and orders but probably didn’t even register the sounds that came out of his mouth if they were anything else. He talked to Angie all the time when she was in trance and she never remembered any of it. Still, idle talk helped to fill the time while he searched.

‘Bubbles,’ he repeated, ‘is that a pet’s name?’

‘Yes, Master,’ she told him, ‘a goldfish.’ Dennis shrugged. Not very original. Behind him Angie let out a disappointed noise.

‘Awww,’ she moaned, ‘I was hoping she’d say it was named after her favourite cartoon character!’ She had abandoned her fruitless search of the filing cabinet and was now pawing at herself, watching the entranced therapist with eager, desperate eyes. So, her exploration really had just been a way to distract herself. He was sure the sight of his employer staring blankly at the floor, completely at their mercy was really getting her worked up. He wasn’t sure what would get her more excited, being given the opportunity to play with her favourite toy, or being given the opportunity to join her, kneeling on the floor on his other side, deep in trance and trapped by that wonderful feeling of surrender.

‘I think most adults don’t watch cartoons anymore,’ he admonished her, trying to pretend he hadn’t noticed her expression. He also chose to ignore that Dr Bates was calling him ‘Master’ without any instruction on his part. Was that something Angie had put in her head? No matter, he’d grown used to being called that by now. After all, he was the master of the household, so it was only natural for him to be addressed as such. Angie had even started calling him that while not in trance, something he didn’t approve of, at least outside of the house. He didn’t want to give her father even more of a reason to hate him.

‘Master,’ Angie called out, almost as though she had heard his thoughts, ‘I’m going crazy over here! Can I play with Cathie for a while? Please?’ He fought the desire to groan.

‘Not right now,’ he replied, bluntly, ‘we didn’t come here to fool around, this is important. Besides, you’ve had plenty of fun with her, you agreed to let me have her after this.’ He knew full well exactly how many times Angie had enjoyed Cathie, he had an external hard drive full of videos that Angie had recorded of her various ‘sessions’ with Dr Bates. He hadn’t been able to watch all of the footage, which at this point spanned several hours, but he had concluded that Angie enjoyed trying new things and wasn’t even sure how she’d manage to pull off certain positions. Angie groaned.

‘I know I said that,’ she sulked, ‘but I figured we could have fun together! If you aren’t going to do that could you at least put me under? It isn’t enough with just my fingers!’ Dennis tried to ignore her. If she didn’t keep distracting him he’d be finished already. Fortunately, Catherine Bates’ files were well organised, as he would expect from a professional businesswoman working for herself without much in the way of a life outside of work. Screening out Angie’s needy whimpering he resumed his search, finding what he was looking for a few minutes later.

‘Here we go,’ he declared as he opened the file, ‘Julia Forrest, twenty-eight years old. Does that sound right?’ He continued to read through the information as he spoke. Angie appeared at his side looking over his shoulder.

‘Is there a picture?’ she asked, ‘I’d recognise her if I saw her.’ Dennis fought the urge to roll his eyes at her. Why would there be a picture? This wasn’t social media! He brought up the records from their very first session, searching for any information about Julia’s occupation. Jackpot, it was one of the first things they talked out, work being one of the most typical causes of stress in a person’s life. Perfect, this was exactly what he needed, and with all of the information about their sessions the task at hand would be simple. He chuckled.

‘How much time do we have?’ he asked, looking up at Angie with a big grin on his face. Angie’s excitement matched his own.

‘Six months, maybe seven, far more than we’d need,’ she told him, ‘but if we are going to go ahead with the plan then we have bigger concerns. There was an older woman in the office last week. The wife of some big shot company director, worried that he was having an affair. If we played our cards right…’ Dennis groaned. Angie’s dedication to their family was admirable, but also rather worrying.

‘We aren’t thieves, Angie,’ he rebuked her, ‘Theresa was one thing, I’m not about to start to take advantage of innocent people. Only when it’s absolutely necessary for the sake of our family.’ Angie was rubbing her body against his now.

‘Sorry, Master,’ she breathed into his ear, not sounding sorry at all, ‘I went too far. Are you going to punish me?’ He sighed.

‘I guess I have no choice,’ he relented, ‘we have what we came here for and none of us have anywhere we need to be, so we might as well enjoy the opportunity.’ He glanced down at Dr Bates, still deep in her trance.

‘Cathie,’ he commanded, turning his chair towards her, ‘why don’t we start by seeing how good you are with your mouth. I understand that Angie’s been giving you lessons, but we’ll have to see if they actually paid off.’ Dr Bates was already moving closer, her hands reaching for his jeans.

‘Yes Master,’ she droned, the slightest tinge of lust entering her otherwise flat tone, ‘please use me for your pleasure.’ Dennis glanced back over at Angie, clearly, she’d been preparing her boss for this. How considerate of her.

‘What about me, Master,’ she simpered, ‘what do you want me to do?’ Dennis didn’t need to think about it.

‘Get behind your boss and help get her ready,’ he commanded, ‘if you do a good enough job I might let you join in later.’ Angie shuddered, her mouth suddenly scrunching up. He was pretty sure she’d had a small orgasm just from being given an order.

‘As you command, Master,’ she breathed, desire seeping from ever pore, she moved away from him aiming to help her employer out of her skirt. Catherine had managed to pull his cock out and was already getting to work. He doubted she’d be anywhere near as good as Angie was, but she could learn, if he decided she needed to. He still wasn’t sure what he was going to do with her, she was necessary at the moment, but once they had Julia he’d have to make a decision. Leaning back into his chair he allowed the women to do all the work, glancing around at the therapy office. A lot of people came in here for their sessions. So many worried, unhappy people searching for help. How many of them would be happier as part of his family? He could do it, between the three of them they could probably have anyone who came in here. He frowned. Wait, since when had he been thinking about that? This had always been about Freyja, hadn’t it? Since when had he been thinking about adding anyone else? He found himself thinking back to before, when it had been about helping his stepsister. Had something happened then? He never did finish telling his therapist the story, though he didn’t think she was in any state to listen to it right now…

Dennis paused, considering his options. As plans went this particular plan was thoroughly bizarre. In an attempt to get closer to his stepsister, who he had barely spoken to since he’d moved out of his father’s house, he’d agreed to allow her to stay at his flat where he lived with his girlfriend. He had then confronted her, forcibly breaking through her shell and revealing that she also wanted to be closer to him. Now he had her sitting in front of him, eyes firmly closed and deeply in trance and was attempting to remove some of the shame and embarrassment she felt towards sexual activity in the hope that she will then be able to look more warmly upon his long-time girlfriend. And then what, exactly? Would the three of them live together? Dennis hadn’t really thought things through. All he knew was that if he didn’t achieve ‘something’ by the end of these two weeks Freyja would leave and their parents would sign a piece of paper declaring that the two of them were now officially strangers and that wasn’t something he wanted.

The first step was to get Freyja more comfortable in the house, and so he needed to trim away this bizarre prudishness she currently held, perhaps caused by a bad first experience. Once Freyja was more comfortable in the flat she might allow him to take things further and start exploring her real issues, the ones that led to her being sent here in the first place. So, this was why he had suggested erotic hypnosis to her. Unlike conventional hypnotherapy, which was actually used as a method of helping people with anxieties and mental issues, like PTSD, erotic hypnosis was effectively just a party trick. It could still work, the human body was controlled by the brain, after all, but it wasn’t something that anyone would take seriously. It especially wouldn’t be appropriate for two people who were supposed to be related, if only on paper, to try together.

But Freyja had agreed to it readily enough, and that gave Dennis an opening. If he could teach his stepsister to enjoy such things then she’d be able to understand Angie easier and the two of them could get along better. An image flashed through his mind of the two of them, naked on the bed together, each girl with her face between the other’s legs, licking enthusiastically. His cock started to twitch at the thought. Yes, that was something he would enjoy watching. And there wasn’t any reason to feel bad about imagining that either. While there were some misgivings about doing anything to Freyja, despite them not actually being related, Angie most certainly was not related to Freyja in any way. That meant the two of them could do whatever they wanted together. He wasn’t sure if Angie would be into something like that, but she hadn’t ever disobeyed one of his commands when it came to the bedroom and whatever reluctance she could possibly have could easily and quickly be eradicated by a brief hypnosis session. Yes, both Angie and Freyja were part of his family. And they both had needs, so he would do what he could to satisfy those needs. But first…

Dennis regarded his stepsister again. She still looked completely relaxed slumped down on the sofa, breathing evenly. It would certainly seem to anyone else that she was sleeping peacefully. But he still had to be careful. Just because she had agreed to the basic idea didn’t mean he could just command her to do whatever. He doubted she’d respond well if he simply told her to take her clothes off, but the beauty of this method meant he didn’t need to. Still, if she’d never felt this kind of pleasure before there wouldn’t be anything for her mind to reference so she wouldn’t be able to appreciate the session as much. As such the first thing he would need to do is build on an existing experience.

‘Ok, Freyja,’ he continued, in his soothing voice, ‘you mentioned before that you have tried playing with yourself a few times before. I want you to think back to the most enjoyable experience you had when you were doing it. Can you remember?’ Freyja’s face scrunched up, and for a moment he wasn’t sure if it was out of a reluctance to answer him or if she was struggling to remember. Then she nodded.

‘Alright,’ he said, ‘where we you when you did it?’ This question provoked much less of a response.

‘In my room,’ she replied, almost immediately. Dennis nodded. He had suspected enough, but it was always worth checking.

‘Alright,’ he said again, ‘I want you to imagine that you are back in your room right now. Picture it all around you and reinforce that image, until you can feel as though you are actually there. You are all alone in your room, other than the sound of my voice you can ignore my presence completely. Alright?’ She nodded again. This was an important way of leading a person’s mind in a direction it wouldn’t normally go. By convincing Freyja that she was in a place where she was usually given complete privacy he could convince her to do things that she would never do if she believed she was anywhere else.

‘Good,’ he encouraged her, ‘now that you are all alone in your room it should be easier to recall how you felt at that time. Remember what you were thinking about and how it made you feel good. Remember the sensation as you became excited and relive it again, this time even more extreme than before.’ He was tempted to ask her exactly what she thought about when she did it. Did she think about a male friend or a boyfriend? Or was it thinking about celebrities that excited her? He didn’t really know exactly what most normal young women got off to in their spare time. He had Angie and he knew what got her excited, which was essentially everything. But as a result, he didn’t know what got regular women going. But as much as he wanted to know he was also worried about what she might say. What if he found out she’d thought about him? Somehow, he doubted that, but he certainly didn’t want to hear her talking about some other asshole. No, some secrets should never be shared.

Instead he paused, trying to gauge if his words were having an effect. The signs were subtle at first, a quickening of the breath and a flush appearing across her cheeks. Then she started to get more excited as her fantasies took shape inside her head, brought into sharp clarity by the intense focus her trance gave her. Right now, as far as Freyja was concerned she really was having naughty thoughts in her room, her body reacting as her arousal began to grow. Dennis continued to encourage her with his words, slowly increasing the intensity of her arousal until her breathing had become erratic and was now showing in the movement of her chest and the twitching of her fingers.

‘It’s fine, Becca,’ Dennis reassured her, ‘you are all alone in your room, no one will notice if you play with yourself. This heat is continuing to build inside you, enflaming your senses and overwhelming your reason. You’ll need to do something about it.’ He hadn’t really prepared himself for what happened next. Her eyes still firmly closed, Freyja suddenly gripped her top with both hands pulling it over her head and discarding it on the floor. Then she began to rub her breasts over her bra, slowly and inexpertly. Clearly, she hadn’t done this very often. Dennis found himself appreciating the view in spite of himself. The male attraction to breasts had always been a mystery that frustrated scientists and less blessed women alike and while Dennis had never considered himself an individual who would lose his sense of reason at the sight of a pair of delicious melons he was also a healthy young man with perhaps an overly grand sexual appetite. As a result, having his stepsister’s breasts appear before his vision all of a sudden got him excited in ways he wish it didn’t. Of course, he really shouldn’t have been surprised. He had told her to masturbate, after all, but for some inane reason he had thought that perhaps she would keep her clothes on while doing it. He briefly appraised Freyja’s bra, a simple thing, light blue in colour and probably not something she would wear if she wanted to show it to anyone. He also couldn’t help but think that the cups were straining at the edges of her breasts just a little bit too much. It looked like she had started to outgrow this one.

He was just starting to think that he should suggest she buy herself a new pair, and maybe something fancier, when Freyja’s questing hands pulled the obstructive item of clothing off completely, allowing her to rub her breasts directly, rolling her orbs around somewhat awkwardly in her hands. Any attempt to control his own libido evaporated right there. As much as he loved Angie and as much as he insisted that she was perfect just the way she was he couldn’t help but admire his stepsister’s breasts. They looked like they would fit almost perfectly in his hands and he found himself reaching out to find out just how well they fit. He held himself back hastily, chiding himself for losing control. But at the same time, Freyja clearly didn’t really know exactly how to pleasure herself properly, she was pawing at her chest in ways that she likely imagined would feel good, but he could feel the uncertainty of her movements. It would probably feel much better if he did it for her. He had found all of Angie’s most sensitive spots quickly enough and wouldn’t mind having a look for Freyja’s. But would that be appropriate, given the situation?

Then one of Freyja’s hands slipped down, undoing the buttons of her jeans and slipping past them. She wasn’t taking them off, seemingly content to rub herself underneath them. The first small moan escaped from her lips, evidence that she was starting to feel it. Her nipples were also starting to harden, though she had yet to touch them. What was left of Dennis’ restraint dissolved. He was trying to help his stepsister enjoy herself. As such the better the experience the more effective this session would be. Although it might not be typically appropriate behaviour for a stepbrother to help get his stepsister off it wasn’t the end of the world either.

‘Becca,’ he instructed, ‘I want you to continue to feel the heat between your legs growing, so intense now that you need to focus on it with both your hands. You’ll feel a pleasant sensation on your breasts but there is no need to pay it too much attention, just allow yourself to bask in the pleasure as your arousal continues to grow.’ At his words Freyja shifted her position, thrusting her lower half further forwards on the sofa, pulling her jeans down so she could attack her moist womanhood with both hands. Dennis barely noticed, he was already carefully grasping Freyja’s breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and revelling in their softness. They didn’t quite fit his hands, but he was sure they would in time. He doubted she’d finished growing yet, especially when he thought about her mother. While Freyja’s breasts were indeed soft, they were also firm, resisting his attempts to knead them. Regardless he set to work, rubbing them softly at first and then hastening his pace, adjusting it to the rhythm of her own thrusting fingers and her moans as they began to escape from her mouth in greater frequency. Her nipples were hard points now and he teased them with his thumbs as he rolled her breasts around in his hands with a grip firm enough to amplify her sensations but not so hard as to cause pain. He had practiced before with Angie’s small boobs, but there was an obvious difference, one he’d never mention to her.

For a minute or two Dennis forgot his original purpose, losing himself in exploring this hither to unchartered flesh in every way he could think of, comparing her reactions to various moves and areas and working out what worked best. It was only after he felt the first small orgasm ripple through his stepsister’s body that he remembered he wasn’t actually doing this to satisfy his own curiosity but to satisfy her. As such he got back to work, encouraging Freyja with his voice he put what he had just learned to use, tormenting Freyja by bombarding her with incredible joyous sensations, finally taking her hard nipples between his fingers and rolling them mischievously. This caused a stronger orgasm to shake her body. It still wasn’t enough for Dennis and so he set upon her with his tongue, sucking on a nipple and drawing it into his mouth before nipping it with his teeth to send her over the age. She cried out as a much larger orgasm crashed through her, fluids gushing from inside her, staining her panties and seeping onto the sofa beneath her. Not a major problem, Dennis had long become accustomed to cleaning such stains off of his furniture and carpets.

Hastily Dennis removed his hands, worried that Freyja’s orgasm would break her out of trance, however, that didn’t seem to be the case. Her eyes remained closed as she slumped down, the exhaustion might have even pushed her further down. No need to take chances though.

‘Becca,’ he continued in his soft voice, ‘I want you to let those incredible feelings seep into your mind. Understand that sexual activity is a natural human experience and is nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about, at least not when it comes to family. Alright?’ Dennis had needed to quickly amend himself, otherwise Freyja might have become just like Angie. And Angie was more than he could handle on her own. ‘Now I want you to put your clothes back on and return to the way you were when we first started. Deeply relaxed and soaking in what we’ve learnt today. Now I’ll count to ten and once I’m finished you’ll wake up feeling refreshed and not remembering exactly what happened during the session but knowing that it felt really good and you wouldn’t mind doing it again.’ He gradually brought her out of the trance and then snapped his fingers, more for dramatic effect than anything else. Freyja’s eyes opened with a start and she looked up at him, a brief moment of confusion giving way to a relaxed smile.

‘Wow,’ she said, ‘I didn’t expect it to work quite like that. It was a strange feeling, like I could hear and feel everything you were saying but I didn’t want to do anything about it. I don’t think I had to follow your instructions, but I did, and it felt great. Though I can’t remember what we actually did.’ She glanced up at him coyly, ‘Is that your doing? You messed with my head, didn’t you?’ Dennis grinned, holding his hands up disarmingly.

‘That was the point, wasn’t it?’ he replied, ‘and besides, I didn’t do anything you didn’t want me to do, hypnosis isn’t magic, it doesn’t have that sort of power!’ Of course, convincing her that she wanted it was a different thing entirely. Freyja considered this, nodding her head.

‘Yeah, I suppose that makes sense,’ she relented, ‘alright, well thanks for this, Dennis, I feel better than I have for months. I don’t I’d mind doing it again some time and er…’ her face coloured suddenly, ‘I guess I was too hard on you guys before. When you are in love with someone you want to spend as much time with them as possible and I am a guest here after all, so I’ll try not to get too mad about… things, ok?’ Dennis was able to interpret her words easily enough. She was giving her permission, though they’d still have to keep the noise down to a manageable level. Of course, that didn’t fix his immediate problem. The rock-hard boner in his pants from getting his stepsister off wasn’t going to just go away. Unfortunately, Angie was still at work and wouldn’t be back any time soon. It looked like he’d have to do it himself for the first time in years. He’d pretty much forgotten how it felt to jerk off, after such an intense relationship with his girlfriend he doubted it would feel very good at all. Still, he couldn’t just leave it. For a moment he considered getting Freyja to help him, but no that wasn’t what he was trying to do here. Never mind, Angie would be on hand tomorrow to help him out if he needed it.

Dennis continued his sessions with Freyja through Thursday and Friday. Avoiding anything sexual he simply got his stepsister used to the idea of being hypnotised and going deep in trance, deepening it with each subsequent session. He also began to give her a few basic trigger phrases and instructions, just in case something happened while she was in trance. It would be a while before Freyja would go into the sort of oblivious trance that Angie would go into, in which she could very well not even notice the building burning down around her unless specifically told to watch out for it, but Dennis had always been very careful with this sort of thing and always wanted to prioritise safety over everything. After all, once in trance Freyja was essentially helpless and he needed to make sure she was protected above everything else. Because of this focus, Dennis avoided most of the sensitive topics of conversation over the next two days, focusing instead on softening his stepsister up and getting her comfortable being here with the two of them. That should make it easier for her to open up further. With the arrival of the weekend he’d have much more time.

Of course, while the arrival of the weekend gave Dennis a much larger window to work on Freyja, it also meant that Angie was at home as well. It likely wasn’t fair to her that he considered her presence something of a nuisance and he’d certainly have to make it up to her when this was all over. But it was true that he only had a limited period of time to help Freyja and he couldn’t afford to spend that time catering to Angie’s usual desires. Fortunately, likely as a result of their sessions, Dennis had noticed a change in Freyja’s attitude towards his girlfriend. Where before she would scowl when ever she saw the older woman, Freyja’s expression was now begrudgingly neutral and sometimes even friendly. Perhaps recognising this, Angie had made an effort to hold herself back on the days leading up to the weekend and had tried to play the part of the ‘normal’ girlfriend while attempting to close the distance between her and Freyja. They were far from friends, but it was a drastic improvement on their previous relationship. In addition, Angie spent the morning of the Saturday recovering from her late night at work the day before, giving Dennis a few hours of privacy in the morning. Taking full advantage of it, Dennis had triggered an impromptu session with Freyja, testing how she reacted to his trigger, how far she dropped, and if she would notice the missing time afterwards. He kept the trance period brief this time, simply making sure everything was working properly. As cooperative as his stepsister had been so far, permitting herself to be hypnotised for a couple of hours at a time, he doubted she would be happy if she knew he planned on keeping her in trance as much as possible over the weekend. So instead he needed to make sure she either wouldn’t notice the missing time, or simply wouldn’t care.

Once he was satisfied he had achieved what he could he brought Angie breakfast in bed. By this time, she had started to rouse herself, and was sitting up by the time he came in.

‘Morning, gorgeous,’ he greeted her, cheerily, ‘I brought you some breakfast,’ she grinned at him.

‘Thanks,’ she replied, ‘I missed out on my usual ‘breakfast’, after all.’ Dennis sat down on the bed, sliding the plate across. He’d gone all out today, a full English breakfast with all the high cholesterol and calories that came with it. Both of them got plenty of exercise so he wasn’t especially bothered, though it still wasn’t something he prepared regularly.

‘I always tell you that you don’t need to do it every day,’ he admonished her with a smile, ‘I’m surprised my balls can keep up with you!’ Angie began to tuck into her food.

‘I doubt that will be a problem,’ she commented, between mouthfuls, ‘a healthy man can typically manage to have sex three or four times a day. Considering a single ejaculation contains between 40 and 500 million sperm cells that means you can potentially create 2000 million sperm cells in a single day. More than enough to whet my appetite.’ Dennis resisted the urge to roll his eyes. She’d probably picked that information up from the internet.

‘If that’s the case,’ he joked, ‘perhaps we should place you on trial for mass genocide.’ Angie grinned back:

‘I doubt ‘Dennis Leighton’s sperm’ would be classed as a national or ethnic group,’ she countered, ‘which is good news for me, because the poor little suckers sure are difficult to resist.’ As though to demonstrate this point she plucked a sausage from her plate and began to lick and suck on it in an obvious way. While he didn’t dislike the little show she was putting on, he had other concerns right now.

‘Weren’t you ever told not to play with your food,’ he chastised her, ‘let me know when you are finished screwing around.’ He left her there in the bed and returned to the kitchen. He had meant to engage her in a serious conversation but should have known better than to try that first thing in the morning. In fact, he doubted that he’d get much in the way of intelligent conversation out of Angie until he’d given her a second helping of ‘sausage.’ But he still wasn’t sure Freyja would appreciate their usual Saturday morning shenanigans. Then an idea came to him, one he wasn’t exactly comfortable with. It would certainly be a method of satisfying Angie while also helping Freyja get used to it, perhaps even more so. But was it appropriate for him to do it? Probably not. But if the three of them were going to live as a family it was necessary, wasn’t it? Again, words that weren’t his own echoed in his head. Angie wouldn’t mind. He wanted Freyja, so he should just take her. If it was what he wanted Angie would want it to. He was sure of this. So then, what reason was there for him to hesitate. It was what they all wanted, even Freyja. His decision was made, now he just had to put his plan into action. No time like the present.

Freyja was watching television on the sofa when he came out from the kitchen.

‘Angie finally up,’ she asked, casually, ‘It must be difficult working two shifts in one day. I don’t know why she does it, it isn’t as though the two of you are pressed for cash is it?’ Dennis shook his head.

‘Not at all,’ he replied, ‘we are actually doing pretty well. I think she just does it to blow off some steam and tire herself out.’ Freyja considered this answer.

‘I see,’ she commented, ‘with her ‘needs’ I suppose I can understand that.’ Dennis couldn’t help but smile at that. Before a comment like that would have been made with scorn or disgust. Now Freyja seemed almost indifferent to it, maybe even accepting. In which case it was time to push her even further.

‘Freyja,’ he began, ‘could you look over here for a second?’ His stepsister frowned, as she always did when he used her real name.

‘I already asked you not to…’ the words died in her throat as she turned her gaze away from the television and beheld instead Dennis’s out stretched finger, reaching towards her. Immediately her eyes fixed on the tip of his digit, following it intently as it moved closer to her. Then, the moment it touched her forehead her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she collapsed backwards. He had given her the same trigger as Angie, figuring it would be easier this way. This wasn’t the first time he’d caught her by surprise with it, though it was the first time he’d used it on her after first getting her irritated. Thankfully his training seemed to have paid off as the trigger had worked regardless of his stepsister’s mood. He could probably poke her into trance whenever he wanted to now, though there was still no guarantee that she wouldn’t notice the missing time. Next up he attempted to gauge the depth of the trance itself. Freyja’s eyes were closed, and she was breathing deeply and evenly. That was a pretty good indication that she was pretty deep. But for what he intended she needed to be still deeper. So, he once again had Freyja imagine she was walking down a set of stairs, getting deeper and deeper as she went down. Only when he was completely satisfied did he stop. Next up was…

‘Becca,’ he said, using her nickname this time, just to be safe, ‘I want you to follow all of my instructions, but at the same time you can remain in this deep relaxed state. Just let your body obey my orders and allow your mind to continue drifting. Now, open your eyes.’ Freyja’s beautiful blue orbs came back into view, but she clearly saw nothing, her eyes stared blankly ahead of her while the rest of her face remained calm and relaxed. He waved a hand in front of her face. No reaction. Next, he took one of her limp hands, lifting it up and then letting it go. Both arm and hand offered no resistance and flopped back down when released. Finally he took two fingers and pinched the skin of her hand, hard enough to leave a mark on her flesh. Still no reaction. Perfect. But the next one was the big one.

Becca,’ he continued, maintaining the same soft, smooth voice he used while she was in trance, ‘I want you to remove all of your clothing and then stand up.’ He couldn’t help but feel apprehensive when he gave this order. After helping her masturbate, Dennis had kept all of Freyja’s clothes on and kept his hypnosis sessions clean, without any sexual connotations at all, other than emphasising the lessons learnt from the first session. This would be the first time, after that initial session, that he would be going this far with his stepsister. Though he still didn’t intend on going any further. At the very least not personally. Regardless he enjoyed watching Freyja calmly and mechanically shrugging off her clothing. First her top, then her jeans, another plain, unflattering bra and then a simple pair of pink panties. Then she stood, unknowingly presenting herself to him with her arms at her side, staring blankly ahead of her. Dennis couldn’t help but admire he body. Yes, it wasn’t the pure hourglass figure that her mother had, but it was still wonderful, long legs and full breasts, clean, healthy skin without any unsightly hairs.

He glanced down and briefly admired Freyja’s neatly trimmed bush, the hairs so light in colour he barely noticed them. Angie was rather odd when it came to her mound. She’d go through phases where she’d let it grow and wouldn’t trim it, leaving it to go wild. For some reason she had the impression that to do so was more ‘adult.’ Then she would seem to realise that such a thing was ridiculous and promptly trim it again. Sometimes she’d even get frustrated and shave everything off, leaving it smooth. Dennis wasn’t a big fan of that, Angie could already likely pass herself off as underage and he didn’t want to get any weird ideas into his head when he was having sex. So, a nice balance was appreciated, in his opinion a woman should manage herself downstairs without going too overboard. It dawned on him that he shouldn’t be admiring his stepsister’s pubic hair, but at this point there was little point in holding back on such thoughts. He’d already had her strip naked for him, after all and he’d lost the right to proclaim himself the restrained and decent stepbrother a while ago. His current conclusion was that it was fine so long as he didn’t touch her and indeed he didn’t intend to touch her this morning. That of course didn’t mean that she wouldn’t be touched…

‘Follow me,’ he instructed, leading the entranced Freyja to the bedroom, and then leaving her standing by the door, just out of sight as he entered the room himself. Angie was just about finishing off her breakfast, and looked up at him, her eyes twinkling with equal parts mischief and desire.

‘Ah,’ she exclaimed, ‘perfect timing! I was just wondering what I could have for ‘desert.’ Did you perhaps bring any ‘cream’ with you?’ Dennis restrained himself from sighing and shaking his head. Angie’s euphemisms were in poor form today. Perhaps it was because it had been a few days since she’d been given the opportunity to talk dirty to him, but he had at times been impressed by her grip on the English language, that she could twist completely innocent and unexciting words into something filthy and twisted. She’d once told him to ‘shoot his extinguisher all over her and quench her fire with his massive hose,’ and in fact he was sure she kept a list somewhere of the more ridiculous lines she’d come up with. But today she was going for the more traditional ones, though they both knew that she was perfectly capable and willing to just come out and say that she wanted him to fuck her. Still these little games were part and parcel of a relationship, otherwise they’d spend twenty minutes fucking and then another twenty minutes lying next to each other in silence while he recovered enough to go again. Of course, there were plenty of other ways to drag things out, such as what he had planned today.

‘You could at least wait for me to take your plate away,’ he laughed. Angie picked the plate up and handed it over, then she threw the covers off, revealing that she was, of course entirely naked.

‘Take your stupid plate,’ she teased, clearly enjoying herself, ‘then come back into this room and pound me with your thick hard cock!’ That was lacking in subtlety, even for her. Of course, this had been his plan from the beginning.

‘And what about Freyja?’ he asked her, resisting the urge to glance over at the doorway to where he knew she was standing. Angie shrugged.

‘Fuck her,’ she said, playfully, ‘if she doesn’t like it she can go somewhere else for a couple of hours! Come on, Dennis! I’ve had a long week of work and I just want to chill out, relax and ride your dick all the way up to heaven and back!’ Dennis chuckled.

‘Alright, alright,’ he reassured her, ‘I get the idea, I’ll be back in a moment.’ He beat a hasty retreat before his inhibitions gave away and he ended up jumping on her then and there, the plan be damned. He put the plate into the dishwasher and then retrieved a chair from the dining room table and brought it into the bedroom with him. Angie had already gotten started, spreading her legs out before him and fingering herself roughly. Clearly, she wasn’t in the mood for foreplay. Too bad for her. He set the chair down a metre or so to the side of the bed, facing it. Angie frowned when she saw it.

‘I hope you don’t plan on watching me screw myself!’ she protested, ‘I’ve done plenty of that over the last couple of days!’ Dennis grinned at her reassuringly and started to remove his own clothes.

‘No need to worry,’ he told her, ‘I intend to make sure you are fully satisfied.’ Now naked, Dennis climbed up onto the bed with his girlfriend. Removing her fingers, she spread her legs wide for him, she was already soaking wet, her face flushed and her breathing irregular.

‘No need to waste time,’ she gasped, ‘just stick it in!’ Dennis grinned. It had been a while since he’d seen his girlfriend this demanding. It was rather refreshing, but at the same time it stirred up his sadistic, dominating side. It was always so much more fun to mess with her when she was like this. He got himself into position in top of her, lining up his member to thrust into her. Their eyes met and he saw again the incredible need and desire on his lover’s face, her arms reached out to hold him close, the tip of his cock pressed against her folds, and then he grinned and held up his finger. Her eyes widened when she saw it, fixing on the tip even despite everything else. For the faintest moment Dennis thought she might resist it, but her eyelids were already starting to flutter shut before his finger had even completed its journey. As his finger tip touched her forehead her eyelids closed, and her arms fell back down to the bed, leaving her spread-eagled in front of him, her juices squirting from her pussy as though just going under had given her a small orgasm.

It was a testimony to their relationship and the extent of Angie’s suggestibility that even in such an excited and aroused state it was still possible for him to drag her down into trance quickly and without resistance. Of course, even now she was still aroused, indeed the heat emanating from between her legs seemed only to intensify, so hot that he really thought the wetness leaking down her legs and onto the bed would surely turn into steam. It might appear cruel to leave Angie like this, but he knew full well that she revelled in it, holding onto and building up her arousal even in the deepest of trances. So, Dennis didn’t feel too bad, though it took him all of his willpower to remove his rod and not just press it into her molten depths as far as he could go. He would screw her, certainly, but not immediately. Instead he called Freyja into the room. Neither entranced girl made any sign of recognising the other’s presence as Freyja made the brief journey to the side of the bed, staring past the both of them at the far wall. Dennis was fairly sure that, this deep in trance, he could order his stepsister to join in and she would do so, without any awareness or understanding of what she was doing. But there wouldn’t be any point in that.

Instead he directed her to the chair he had prepared for her, perfectly positioned to grant Freyja the best possible view.

‘Becca,’ he began, lowering his voice to make sure Angie couldn’t hear him, ‘I want you to watch the two of us as we have sex. I want you to come out of your trance just enough to appreciate what is going on in front of you but not enough to allow you to do anything else. As we make each other feel good I want you to understand that there isn’t anything wrong with this, and that actually it’s something that can make you feel really good. And if watching us starts to make you feel good then I want you to indulge yourself as well, feeling your own pleasure grow as ours grows. But no matter how good it feels you won’t be able to finish. You’ll only be able to orgasm when I say so. Do you understand?’ A faint trickle of life was already seeping back into her eyes as she nodded.

‘Yes,’ she replied, woodenly, ‘I understand.’ Satisfied, Dennis moved back over to Angie, returning to his previous position and leaning forwards, again allowing him to speak to Angie without Freyja hearing. He wasn’t sure if this was necessary, but he didn’t want something unexpected to happen as a result of misunderstandings.

‘Angelica,’ he breathed, ‘once I stick my cock into you you’ll come out of the trance with no knowledge that you were hypnotised. Also, no matter what happens you won’t notice that Freyja is in the room with us. No matter what she does or what noises she makes to you it will be as though it’s just the two of us. If I refer to you by your full name, you’ll immediately go back into your trance. Understood?’ Angie’s mouth opened automatically.

‘Yes, Master,’ she replied, ‘this slut will only focus on you, and will sink as deep as you like on command.’ Dennis paused for a moment. Yes, Angie was smiling, deep down inside her she knew something was happening, but didn’t really care what. Her subconscious desire to reinforce her own submission by adding unnecessary words to her acceptance of his orders really turned him on. He may very well have had to use his hypnosis on Freyja in order to help her in the long run, but for Angie this was something she had always wanted. And this only reinforced Dennis’ determination. She wanted this just as much as he did, he was sure of it. With a triumphant shout Dennis plunged himself into Angie’s depths as hard as he could go. His cock slipped in easily, Angie was at this point so wet he could have been fucking her in a swimming pool. The moment she felt his rod push past her folds Angie came alive, her arms shooting up to wrap around him and pull him down towards her. Dennis allowed himself to be drawn down, pressing his mouth against hers and beginning to thrust in and out of her with powerful strokes, conscious of his stepsister watching them and wanting to make sure she saw everything.

Still it was difficult to concentrate on that with Angie’s tight channel gripping him so intently, as though she never wanted to let him go. Between that and the wrestling match taking place inside his mouth as his tongue fought against hers, it was neigh impossible to think of anything but the woman writhing underneath him. Still he had experienced this plenty of times over these years and knew how to control himself, even as Angie began to match his own rhythm, rocking her body in time with his. As a way of reminding himself of this he had deliberately neglected to put a rubber on, the lack of protection a stark reminder that he couldn’t just let himself go or there was a risk of an accident neither of them wanted right now. As much as he wanted to speed up and thrust wildly into her and shoot his seed inside her he resisted the impulse and maintained his prior pace. Not too slowly, but slow enough to allow him to maintain control of himself, at least for the time being. Even at the height of her passion Angie seemed to understand this, as her grip on his manhood also remained level and she didn’t attempt to increase the speed of their love making. They had plenty of time so there was no reason to rush, gone were the days when they were finished in five or ten minutes, assuming those days had ever existed at all.

Then again, in spite of everything there was always a limit to how long Dennis could last. Angie, he could tell had already had several smaller orgasms herself but had so far managed to resist her own climax. The heavenly pressure of Angie’s womanhood gripping his rod and the friction as it moved powerfully inside her, coupled with the feel of her lithe, desperate body clinging to his and the passion of her mouth moving against his meant that he was never going to last for very long. He felt the beginning of his own orgasm start to build up along his shaft. Angie sensed this as well, for she immediately relaxed her grip on his member, allowing him to pull it out. At the same time, they pulled their mouths apart and released their grip on each other, allowing Dennis to spin his body around. Angie’s eager mouth opened wide, taking his manhood just as eagerly as her pussy had and Dennis expertly found his girlfriend’s clit, up until this point unnoticed, and pulled it into his own mouth. The result was that even as he felt himself shoot his first load of the day into Angie’s greedy little mouth he also felt the vibrations of her own orgasm shooting through her body, drenching his face with her juices. For a moment they continued to torment each other’s most sensitive areas, seeking to prolong each other’s orgasms, then they began to desist, and Dennis carefully rolled off his girlfriend while the pair took a precious moment to recover.

Once he had regained his breath enough to speak, Dennis asked the question:

‘How was that? Did you enjoy your desert?’ Angie giggled.

‘Indeed, I did,’ she replied, ‘it was delicious. But I fear that it’s only gotten me excited for more!’ Dennis chuckled, knowing full well that she’d never be satisfied with a single go.

‘That’s fine,’ he told her, ‘we can go again as soon as you are ready.’ Angie was already reaching for the top draw.

‘Ready?’ she teased, ‘who do you think you are talking to? I’m always ready! This time I want to feel you finish inside of me! We can take it slow and really savour it, now that the initial edge has been taken off.’ Dennis laughed and looked over at Freyja who so far had gone completely unnoticed by his girlfriend. His stepsister was breathing heavily, her eyes unfocused and her face flushed as she furiously masturbated in front of them, her own arousal continuing to grow despite the present lull. He’d need to let her have her own orgasm soon, otherwise the arousal might fry her brain. Dennis grinned at both of them.

‘That’s fine,’ he said, ‘we’ve got all morning after all. And if that isn’t enough we still have all day!’