Feliciana looked down to check her body, just in case the mirror was wrong. She hadn't worn these clothes since college, after all. But it didn't seem to be, and so the already good feeling going through her only intensified. She moved into the kitchen and began preparing breakfast, untying a bag of corn tortillas to get started. After a bit of work and humming to herself, she heard Grant's door open, yawning slightly before sitting down on the couch. With a peek around her shoulder, she got a good sense of him checking out her outfit, making the already great morning even better. She turned back to the skillet and pretended like she hadn't seen him, swaying a bit as she continued.
Grant couldn't keep his eyes off his mother, which she could only appreciate. Her white crop top, revealing a luscious, tan midriff, and pleated skirt stopping in the middle of her thigh were unashamedly shown off to him. He got up, formulating an excuse about getting water as he walked over to her. "Good morning, Mom," he let out as he entered, scooching past her to get to the fridge.
"Morning, Grant!" She hummed affirmatively as he brushed past her. Surely it was from the excellent feeling rippling through her body, just as he'd implanted.
After a bit of stalling pouring the filtered water into his cup, he attempted to nonchalantly place his hand on her shoulder. "What're you cooking?" he asked curiously.
Feliciana leaned into her son's grip on her. Her smile was wonderful. "Nothing much, just some chicken fajitas. They're easy and they taste great." She turned to look in his eyes. He rubbed her shoulder.
"Sounds delicious. Thanks for the food, Mom." An extra pep in her step was evident from his touch. He could see how much she enjoyed his rubbing.
"Es mi placer, Grant." She mixed in Spanish with people she was close with, especially her late husband.
His brows arched a bit at her words. He knew it was affectionate, but he mostly remembered her using Spanish to reprimand him or his sister when they were younger - nothing like this. He smiled and rubbed her arm before stepping back into the living room to let her cook. He could see the gentle bliss she floated through, humming to herself. She didn't have a care in the world, just as intended.
Luna entered the room as their mother was plating the food, and she was in a good mood as the smell wafted to her. She was wearing a low-cut tee, revealing a bit more of her cleavage...but honestly it wasn't much of anything compared to their mother. Even her shorts, revealing her nicely tanned legs, were baggy and obviously chosen for comfort over seduction. She looked nice, but Grant's gaze at her was only fleeting. He took the time to return to admiring his mother as she swayed in the kitchen, only checking out his sister every now and again.
He could see his sister scoot closer, perhaps trying to win him over with proximity. However, when Feliciana set their plates in front of both of them, leaning down to do so, the sight he got down her chest and out through her crop top made Luna's efforts essentially moot. She noticed, only letting out a "Thanks," before eating in silence. He knew his lack of interest was getting to her. He knew what she was thinking - if her current attempts weren't working, surely something more extreme would. He kicked his feet up on the ottoman, and after not much time at all, he was proven right.
Luna set down her food and turned to him. "Hey, I know Mom has her interview today. Do you think you could hypnotize me when that's going on?"
He looked over to her and made it seem more surprising than it was. "Oh, sure, I could do that." He didn't even finish responding before his eyes returned back to their mother as she leaned over a counter to clean up the kitchen. Her shirt fell off her shoulder slightly, and she could see her son's attention on her. She sighed blissfully.
She smiled a bit, but it was clearly a facade. "Good." She turned to face her fajitas and exhaled in resignation. "...good."
Luna watched her mother put another shirt over her crop top with contempt. She needed to look professional for her interview, obviously, but her objection was with the principle of it. She was being so...revealing, alluring Grant more than she could. It was unfair. Feliciana moved into the study soon after, and soon after that Luna was knocking on Grant's door. It was a bit more anxious than usual.
"Yes, come in," she heard from inside, and she turned the knob quickly to enter further than she had before. Grant was still researching, but the way she positioned herself made it clear she wasn't here to talk. At least not directly.
"Hey," she said, bluntly.
He blinked and scanned her up and down. "Do you want to do it in here, or...?"
She thought for a moment. "I mean, I guess Mom is doing her interview out there, so here would be good, yeah." Before long, she walked over to his bed and sat in the middle of it, with her legs facing out. It was definitely more intimate than she was comfortable with, but she was sure the comfort she would get would be worth it.
He nodded, closing the door before sitting back down in his chair and facing her. "Alright...relax, make yourself at home..."
She shuffled around on his bed, trying to find a spot and suddenly feeling like she was coming off as desperate. Why did her brother's attention suddenly matter so much to her? She wasn't given time to dwell on this as he set his finger to her forehead.
"You can start to _drop_ for me Luna...focusing on this spot...on my finger..."
She immediately slouched back, her mouth just barely dropping open. It was so nice, and so easy. Her eyes focused on the only place they could, right up at her forehead.
His soft smile appeared at the edges of her vision, but he kept his finger steady. "You can fall into a nice, deep trance again for me, Luna..._drop_...and _drop_...and _drop_..."
She felt her eyes closing rapidly, right on the edge of trance. Her head was unstable, her remaining thoughts only serving to way it down. She needed to be free of all of them.
"That's it...deeper...deeper for me...and..." He lifted his finger from her forehead. "..._drop_..."
She slumped forward, sinking back into his bed. She was there. She was deep in trance.
His slow breath was the only thing she could hear. "Okay, Luna...sit up, eyes open, deep in trance..."
She complied, her eyes glazed and empty, the crest of relaxation meeting her here. She never had to worry about anything, as long as she was in trance.
"So...have your methods of getting your brother's attention been working?"
If trance was the crest of the wave, his next question threw her under the fierce water. It was a stern reminder of reality. "...no..." They hadn't been.
He nodded a little. "You haven't been trying nearly enough, have you?"
She frowned slightly, but mostly not out of his framing. That was easy to agree with, she was simply awash with disappointment. The reason was obvious. "Mom's...too...revealing..."
"Yes..." He smiled. "You're falling way behind. You do want your brother's attention, right?"
She did. "...yes..."
"Your brother's attention makes you feel good...yet you haven't been able to get it."
"...no...I haven't..." She wanted that to change so badly.
"Sure, you'll be getting new clothes, but you know deep down that you won't be able to compete with Mom solely with clothing, can you? You've already seen what she's capable of."
"...yes..." Feliciana could start wearing short shorts or tube tops, excelling where she was too insecure to shine, and that would be it for her chances.
"If that's the case, then you need to get your brother's attention in a different way, don't you?"
She hadn't considered that, but the idea immediately made sense. Her mind was amicable to it. "...yes..."
"Do you have any ideas?" He leaned back.
She did, but this gave her more time to consider what she hadn't earlier. Wasn't it strange fighting for her brother's attention? And with her own mother? She mulled it over.
Unknowing of her thoughts, Grant leaned back and patiently waited, eyeing her body up and down. This eased things in her mind. Surely it couldn't be wrong. "You're glad to be hypnotized by me," he casually offered. "You have my full attention right now, and that makes you feel good."
She did feel good. She suddenly wanted to offer a suggestion. "...I could...talk to him..."
He didn't seem immediately pleased, but he was curious. "About what?"
"...I could...be nice...give him compliments..."
