The Institute of Apotheosis Research
Mind-Controlling Sisters Spread 1: Big Sis Mind-Controlled Desires
Agent Sissy Mathers
"What is that dumb thing on your head, Sissy?" my brother asked.
My cheeks burned, feeling that dumb metal headband I had to wear to "protect" me from the "psycher" that the Agency had sent me to Modesto, California to monitor. I was under instructions to wear it all times to protect me from the target's mind-controlling powers.
Mind control!
How insane was that?
But the Agency sent me here. I had a mission, and I would do it.
That didn't mean I couldn't video chat with my older brother. He had a year on me. We had been so close growing up. I had idolized him as a child. Big and strong and gallant, or so it seemed to me. A knight that would always come to my rescue.
He couldn't come and rescue me from the boredom of this assignment. And he was only an hour away. An hour! But I couldn't tell him that. As far as he knew, I was on assignment on the other side of the country. National Security and all that.
"Just something work is making me wear," I said. "They're testing it out. Can't say more than that."
"Right, right,
classified."
Her brother grinned. "Big Sissy does such important work for the Department of Agriculture. How many plants did you have to inspect today in your dumb headband."
"Thousands," I groaned. "You think it's all orange trees in Florida, but they also grow so many honeydew melons. Just acres and acres and acres of them."
"Poor you," he said, grinning. "You coming out for Thanksgiving?"
"I'll try," I said. Surely I wouldn't be watching this kid for that long. Randy Lyon. Twenty. Hardly a threat to the nation. And a pervert at that. My pussy heated with what I had found him doing. My blood boiled. "But work... Thanksgiving's a busy time for the Department. All those turkeys and pumpkin inspections."
"Right, right," he said, rolling his eyes. He sighed. "I have to get going. You take care. Don't let any aphids bite."
"I'll try," I said. "Love ya."
He smiled. "Love ya, Sissy. Bye."
He turned off his end of the Zoom chat. I shuddered and closed the program. Then I swallowed and opened up the feed had I discovered.
Someone
had bugged Randy Lyon's house with cameras. Small spycams dotted the house that let me watch most of it.
I shuddered at what I saw. Randy had three sisters, and he fucked them all. But in different ways. He as with his Alison. She was nineteen, a year younger than him. His favorite of the three. His older sister he treated as a whore while his youngest sister of eighteen did some sort of weird roleplay where she acted very childish and had to be spanked then fucked.
But Alison... He made love to Alison.
"Randy, Randy, Randy!" Alison moaned. The view was from the ceiling in his bedroom. She lay naked on his bed, her light-brown hair spilled over the pillows while her round breasts quivered as she trembled. One hand reached up and gripped the headboard. "Oh, that's so good."
Randy knelt between her thighs and devoured her pussy. Incest. Brother/sister incest. I shuddered as I stood and peeled off the sweatpants and panties that I wore in my motel room on the outskirts of Modesto that I rarely left.
I carried my laptop to the bed then peeled off my top and sports bra. Naked, I reclined back, staring at the screen, and rubbed at my pussy. Alison groaned, her body trembled as her brother feasted on her. I slid my fingers up and down my pussy.
"Yes, yes, eat that pussy," I groaned. "Eat your little sister's pussy. Mmm, you're such a good big brother."
"Randy!" squealed Alison. She bucked, obviously cumming. "Randy! Randy! You're amazing!"
I groaned at the sight and thrust my fingers into my pussy and fingered myself fast and hard as I watched Randy move up his sister's body. He kissed his sister as he settled on her. They made out, her arms around his back. Her legs gripped his waist. He thrust into her pussy.
I groaned at that. He pumped away at her cunt. He fucked into her pussy with such force. It was such a thrill to watch him pounding into her. He drove into her with pure passion. I could tell their incestuous love was strong. Powerful
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck her, Randy," I moaned, driving my fingers into my cunt. I buried them deep and hard. I stirred up my snatch as I watched the sight of their lovemaking.
Her gasps. His groans. They bled out of the shitty speakers of my laptop. I trembled, drinking them in. I didn't know who had bugged Randy's house, but I was so thankful. I had to monitor this for my job. Hot, forbidden, incestuous fucking.
My orgasm built as Alison moaned louder and louder. Her fingernails clawed at his back. He was a wonderful lover. The way a big brother should be. I thrust my fingers deep into my pussy, my round breasts quivering.
I churned up my cunt, eyes locked to the screen. Every thrust of my fingers into my cunt brought me closer and closer to exploding. I ground the heel of my hand on my clit. Sparks burst. I gasped out in delight.
"Randy, cum in me!" squealed Alison as she came again.
"I will!" groaned Randy.
"Breed me! I want your baby, Randy!"
"Oh, fuck!" I squealed and exploded.
My legs spasmed on the bed as my pussy convulsed around my fingers. I trembled, sucking in deep breaths as the rapture surged around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, whimpering as the rapture drowned my mind.
I imagined he was in me. Cumming in me. Breeding me. Spilling all that wonderful seed of his into me. It was such a wonderful delight. I quivered, feeling so warm and juicy right now. A big smile spread on my lips.
I felt amazing. Just fantastic.
A big smile spread on my lips. A huge one. I sucked in deep breaths. My smile grew and grew. I felt amazing right now. Just wonderful. Fantastic, even. I sucked in deep breaths. A shiver ran through me. A wonderful buzz hummed through my veins.
I fell back on the bed, wondering what was so dangerous about this boy. Why the government was scared of him. He just fucked his sisters.
~ ** ~
Leon Holland
"That's why you're still a virgin," said my bratty little sister. Nancy stood in front of me as I was playing Call of Duty.
"Get away from the screen," I muttered, my cheeks growing a little warm.
"Twenty and a virgin," she chanted. "Never touch any booty! Never touch any titties! Never kissed a cutie!"
"Go away," I muttered. An explosion burst then my screen went red. "Thanks, you got me killed."
"It's so sad," she said. "You should be out getting some." Nancy spun around and smacked her rump. My eighteen-year-old sister wore a pair of booty shorts that rode up her crack. I grimaced. Like I wanted my little sister prancing around like that. Her brown hair danced around her shoulders. "I've already fucked four guys."
"Congrats, you're a little whore," I said, staring at the screen. "Get out of the way, Nancy!"
She spun around, her face going red. "I am not a whore! I'm empowered!"
"Yeah, yeah, that's what whores and sluts call themselves so they don't feel like complete skanks," I said. "Now get out of the way."
Her face turned red. She quivered in front of me, her little nose twitching. "Leon, I'm going to--"
"What?" cut in our older sister. Talia sat on the couch, her legs folded up. At twenty-one, she had a year on me and three on the slut before me. She had gotten our mother's blonde hair and wore a pair of jeans and a tank top, her eyes on her phone. "You are a little whore? Four guys already? You lost your virginity two weeks ago."
"I've had a threesome!" Nancy said with pride.
"Great, you let some seniors take advantage of your stupidity." Talia twirled her left finger in the air. "Whoopty fucking doo."
"How many guys have
you
fucked, Talia?" demanded Nancy.
"None," said Talia. "I've made love to my boyfriend."
"Ex-boyfriend. I heard he fucked that cheerleader with the big tits. You should have given him anal."
Talia snorted. "If that's what a relationship needs to survive, it's a sad one. Now buzz off before you get me mad, little slut."
Nancy huffed then marched off. I wished she would put on more clothes. She was my little sister. I didn't want to see her prancing around like the world's biggest skank. Just skankarella over there. It was disgusting. Four guys in two weeks?
"Did she really do four guys in two weeks?" I asked.
"Yep," Talia said. She glanced at me. "You know, it's okay being a virgin. I thought Mat was the one, but he turned out to be a slimeball. Make it the right one. Until then, have fun. God, there's more to life than sex. Nancy's going to end up pregnant in a year at the rate she's going. It'll ruin her life, the idiot."
"Yeah," I said. "Why is she doing it?"
"Attention whores turn into real whores." Talia kept staring at her phone as I went back to my video game.
"Hey," Mom said, peeking her head in from the kitchen, "you ready to go, Talia?"
"Go?" I asked, staring at the screen. I was sneaking through Carentan looking for any US soldiers to shoot.
"Oh, we're going over to Marjorie's," said Mom. "Have a little chat, look at those new patterns she has. You can come."
"Pass," I said.
Talia laughed and stood. "I'm ready. Let's go."
They headed out the front door. I spotted dad outside waiting for them. He liked Marjorie's husband. They would probably talk cars. I hated cars. I just shrugged and went back to my video game. I was racking up the kills, having a good time playing on random servers. I wasn't too concerned about chatting with my team. I just did my thing. I didn't need to hear someone younger than me call me cock-sucker for not doing his plan.
I just had fun.
