Submissive Incest Mind Control Spreads 3: Uncle Takes Charge of His Nieces
Agent Burt Makelroy
I sped to my sister's. I didn't know what this emergency was that had her in a panic. I had never heard her sound like that. She was a widower. Her husband had been my best friend. I had been his best man at their wedding. He asked me to take care of his wife and daughters if anything ever happened to him.
So when my sister called me up with panic, I had to come. I mean, I wasn't that far away. I never thought the Agency would send me on a mission in my own backyard. Burlington, North Carolina to watch this crazy girl who had psychic powers that made her parents dominate her and treat her like a sex slave.
It was the most fucked up shit I had ever seen.
I parked my car at the street and made sure I had my headband on that would protect me against the pyscher's influence. That was important. My sister didn't live in the area of effect of the psycher, but Bess Atwater went out often. I had to be prepared for the worst.
I didn't want to think that my sister could be brainwashed by that little degenerate.
I rushed from my car and darted up the walkway of my sister's house. I reached the door and just went on inside. It was that sort of house. I threw open the door and found something I wasn't prepared for. Something that sent my stomach lurching.
My sister, Lana, stood in dominatrix garb. She had on these black leather boots. Thigh highs. They went with the corset she wore that hid nothing. I could see my sister's big breasts quivering there, her nipples thrusting out hard. She had a riding crop in her right hand and was slapping the palm of her left. Her blonde hair fell around a face consumed by degenerate lust.
Because kneeling before her on the floor like a pair of dogs was my nieces. Cally and Betsy were both fully naked. I gaped at the sight of their barely legal bodies, Cally's breasts were round while Betsy had small boobs. Her sandy-blonde pigtails fell around them, her green eyes sparkling. Cally's blue eyes stared at me with such hope.
"No," I groaned as I realized what was happening. My headband quivered around my head, hidden by the hat I wore. "No, no, no, that bitch got to you. Bess Atwater grabbed you."
"Who?" purred my sister. She was a few years younger than me. She slapped the riding crop into her palm. "No, that doesn't matter. "Who would you like to enjoy first, big brother."
She spoke with such a breathy and husky purr. It was sensual. If she wasn't my sister, I would be turned on right now. I swallowed. I had to snap her out of this. Free her from the depraved grip of Bess Atwater's powers.
"Listen, Lana," I said, marching towards my sister. I grabbed her by the arms and stared into her blue eyes. "You're under the mind control of this girl, this perverted girl, named Bess Atwater. She made her parents into her masters. She's sick, and she has the power to control your thoughts. This isn't you."
"The Goddess," breathed my sister. "Her name is Bess Atwater. What a beautiful thing."
Her words punched me. But I couldn't let that put me off. I had to save my sister and her daughters from this madness. I just had to take them back to the Agency. They would help them. They had to help free them from this disgusting behavior.
"The Goddess commands that we need a man to rule our house," groaned Lana. "A man to dominate my daughters with me. My husband is dead. But I have a brother. I have you, Burt. You can be the man of the house. Eric would want you to--"
"Eric would never have wanted
this!"
I motioned to her daughters staring up at me with such depraved lust in their eyes. God, the house reeked of pussy. They had been doing things together. Sex toys lay on the counter.
Wet sex toys.
"I have to free you from that little bitch's power," I said. "Let's--"
"Girls, we have to help Uncle Burt to understand that he can love us," Lana moaned. "That incest is beautiful, and it's his job to be your Master and help me dominate you. Strip him!"
"What?" I gasped as the two girls sprang up gasping, "Yes, Mommy!"
My nieces were on me in a moment. I panicked as they pulled off the light jacket I wore. They ripped it off me then attacked my t-shirt. I had to stop them, but I didn't want to hurt them. I pushed Betsy back. She gasped and stumbled. Her pigtails danced as my eighteen-year-old niece grinned and rushed in at me.
She grabbed at my shirt again. She pulled it off. I groaned as they both were stripping me now. I shuddered, shaking my head. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't let this be done. I had to get them out of here. The girls ripped my t-shirt up my torso.
"If I'm supposed to be in charge," I cried as they pulled my shirt up my body, "then I order you all to stop so we can go."
"But you're not properly dressed," gasped my sister. "We have to get you in leather pants and a vest. You are the master of the house. Here, let's get that dumb hat off. You're inside, Burt!"
"No!" I cried as she grabbed the ball cap on my head and the headband. Panic shot through me. I pushed my sister back hard. She stumbled, ripping the cap off and the headband. It tumbled down before me. I grabbed at--
Pain exploded in my thoughts. I screamed as it pushed me down, drove me to my knees. I dropped to the floor as a million molten needles pushed into my mind. Darkness washed across my vision. A fuzzy night that devoured my sight. Stars danced in the black as I gripped my head. The pain was so intense as it pushed in at me. It... It...
Changed me. I could feel Bess Atwater's will like someone pushing down on me. That I had to dominate my nieces. It was the job of the man of the house. If a woman didn't have a husband to dominate her daughters, she had to find one. Her brother was the most ideal one to choose.
Me.
"Uncle Burt," my nieces called. "Uncle Burt!"
"It's Master," I growled as my vision cleared and I saw my two naked nieces on either side of me. They were both staring at me with concern, their eyes so wide. Their bodies naked. God, they were such sexy things.
Eighteen and twenty. Just such ripe, young things that had to be dominated. That needed a man to step up. Me. I rose to my feet over them and ripped my t-shirt the rest of the way off. I glanced at the headband. I
knew
I was under the psychers commands, and I did not give a single fuck.
This felt so right. I was supposed to be in charge. It all made such sense. My sister stared at me, such hope in her eyes after what she heard me say. She smiled at me, quivering with her obvious excitement over what was going on.
"Get my pants down now, sluts, and suck on my dick," I growled. "Make your uncle feel like he owns your asses. Right, Lana?"
"Yes," she moaned. Her riding crop flicked out.
CRACK! CRACK!
She spanked both girls' rumps in quick succession. They both squealed, their asses already reddened from previous spanks. That was so hot. My nieces moaned their delight and attacked my pants with their frantic hands.
My belt came undone. Then my jeans were yanked down. My cock popped out, throbbing hard and bouncing before the girls. They both grabbed my dick with their soft hands. The incestuous rush of my nieces touching me made me smile. I never had children, but I would step up with them.
They were my flesh and blood, too.
Eric would definitely have wanted this.
The two girls leaned in and licked at my dick. They lapped at me with hunger. It was such a wonderful delight to feel their tongues licking and lapping over my cock. I groaned, savoring the way that their tongues stroked me. I shuddered at how wondrous that felt. How amazing. Delicious.
I shuddered at how they stroked over my dick. They lapped at me with such hunger. It was an incredible rush to have them both caressing the crown of my cock with their hungry tongues. They bathed the tip, swirling about it.
That was a thrill. I loved it so much. I savored how they swirled their tongues about me. The pleasure swept through me. I groaned, throwing my head back and grabbing the tops of both their heads as Cally and Betsy loved me.
"That's it, sluts," I growled. "Love your Uncle's cock. I own you, don't I?"
"Yes, Uncle," they both moaned, saying that familiar word like it was "Master."
"Good girls," I groaned, stroking through their blonde hair. Betsy was a dirty blonde, her golden curls verging on brown. Cally took after my sister.
Lana watched on as Cally engulfed my cock with her hot mouth. My niece suckled on my cock with hunger. She nursed on me with such passion. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my shaft. She suckled on me with such hunger.
The incestuous rush of being blown by my niece swept through me. My balls tightened as I groaned through the bliss of her sucking mouth. Her warm tongue darted around my cock. I quivered in delight and watched my sister.
She shoved a hand between her thighs and matted her blonde bush. Then she gasped as she fingered her cunt. She quivered there, her face twisting in delight. I groaned, loving the feel of her daughter's mouth sucking at my dick.
"That's it," I groaned, staring down at Cally. Her blue eyes shone up at me. "That's how you love your uncle's cock. Just suckle on it like that."
"Oh, let me have a turn," moaned Betsy. The eighteen-year-old cutie quivered there. "I've never sucked a dick before. Please, please, let me suck Uncle's cock!"
Cally popped her mouth off my cock and held it to her little sister's lips. Betsy squealed and swallowed my dick. I groaned at that hot, young mouth sliding over my dick. She nursed on me with such passion. The pleasure shot down my dick. It was an incredible rush.
I groaned at the feel of her hot mouth working up and down my dick. She suckled on me with such pressure. Such passion. I groaned at the feel of her hot mouth working up and down my dick. She nursed on me with all that delight.
"Yes, yes, yes," I groaned, savoring the hot mouth working up and down my cock. Betsy's green eyes burned with such passion as she blew me. "Mmm, that's how you love my dick, slut."
