Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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Sam stood in the Hallway, nervously fumbling with his phone. "It should be here any minute now," he thought. He had received the message that the device he ordered yesterday would be delivered around this time by a courier.
Just as he checked the message again, the doorbell rang. Expectantly he opened the door. A middle-aged man stood there, holding a small box in his hands. "Delivery," he said, holding a phone towards Sam, "Sign here!". Sam signed. The man took the phone back, handed him the box, and left.
Sam closed the door with a shaking hand and looked at the box. It was small. Smaller than he expected. Nervously he opened the Box, just to find, nestled between packing material, a smaller black box.
"What you got there?" The voice of his mother startled him. She walked towards him, in her best business attire, pulling a suitcase behind her.
"Uhh... nothing. Just something new for my computer," he lied. But Elise wasn't really listening. She was busy checking her clothes in the mirror.
"Sam, dear. It is summer break. For once, try something else instead of sitting in front of your computer all day." she said with a stern but caring look. "Maybe go out, meet new people, maybe you even find a girlfriend." She winked.
"Yea, that's not really my thing, you know that. Anyway, where are you going?" He asked back.
"Got an urgent job from the office. I need to fly to L.A. and won't be back for a couple of days." She explained.
"But you will miss my birthday tomorrow," Sam responded.
"I know, honey. But this contract is really important. I will call you, I promise. And when I'm back, we will make up for it. Alright?" She looked at her watch, "I really need to get going. Jen already knows. You know where the money for groceries is. Your cake is in the Fridge. Love you." With a kiss on his cheek, she was out the door and gone.
Sam looked after her for a couple of seconds before realizing he was still holding the box. He sprinted up the stairs into his room and discarded the packing material and the outer box.
The small shiny black box was sitting on his table. It looked well made but was probably some cheap china box. He removed the top to reveal a small metallic device.
It looked like a normal pen. Not completely, instead of a tip, there was a small hole, and the clicky end was a red push button.
Under the plastic mold that held the pen, he found the manual.
The first step was to register himself as the owner. Followed by detailed usage instructions. He read the instructions three times to make sure he remembered everything.
One part at the bottom stood out: "Targets will not realize that they have been given a command, and their mind will come up with a plausible solution on their own."
"Alright, time to test this thing out," he said before heading out to find his sister.
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Jennifer was sitting in the living room, watching tv while tapping on her phone. "Why does she even turn the tv on when she is always on her phone?" Sam thought.
He pointed the device at the back of her head and pressed the button. As the instruction said, the device made a short beep, but nothing else happened."That should have done it," he thought.
He walked toward the couch and sat next to his Sister. "Whatcha doing, Jen?"
"What do you want?" she said without looking up from her phone.
"I just wanted to talk to you. Mom flew out for a job, and I got bored," he answered.
"You know, you are annoying, right?" she said but still looked at her phone.
"You know, you are boring, right?" he retorted.
"Just fuck off," she said.
"Ah yes, the Jen that I love," he thought, "what would I do without her caring attitude? So let's see, I should try the instruction mode first and start with something simple. If that works, I can move on to something more satisfying."
Taking a deep breath, he said, "Instruction mode."
Jennnifer's eyes glazed over, and her face became expressionless.
"You will answer the next 10 questions I ask with the truth, and you will answer directly and not distract. Execute Instruction."
She turned back to normal and blinked a few times before turning back to her phone like nothing had happened.
"First, two control questions," he thought and asked, "How old are you?"
"19," she said, without looking up from her phone.
"What are you wearing?"
"A white crop top and denim hotpants," she said, unbothered.
He looked at her. The answer was correct, she was wearing a tight crop top that highlighted her medium-sized breasts, and it stopped just before her belly button, leaving her flat stomach and her pierced navel bare. Hot pants that hugged her hips and ass, showing off her curves.
"And underneath?"
"Black underwire bra and black panties," she responded.
"What is your bra size?" he asked.
"My bra size is 32C," she answered, her fingers continuing to tap on her phone.
"When was the last time you masturbated?"
"Last night," she said without batting an eye.
"Alright, five questions left. Better make them count," he thought, keeping track with his fingers.
"When was the last time you had sex?"
"I don't remember exactly, but it was around 1 year ago."
"Wow, that's longer than I expected," he thought, "four left."
"Do you like sex?" he asked.
"It's alright. Masturbating is better."
"Why is that?"
"I never feel satisfied after sex, I always have to finish myself off."
"So her last boyfriend did not know or care how to satisfy her." he thought.
"Would you have sex with me?"
"No, we are siblings."
"What are your sexual fantasies?"
