I'm stealing the following from AnsemRai: "In the interest of writing a fictional story, I have not included any reference to safe sex or birth control. I imagine it takes place in a world where these things are not necessary."
Content/Spoiler Alert: Primarily Mind Control (sort of), but also heavy elements of Lesbian, Incest, Group Sex, Masturbation, and Voyeurism, in unnecessarily gratuitous amounts, but not necessarily all in the same chapter.
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My sister turned around, the shower water still washing away the copious amounts of cum I'd just doused her with. I saw a particularly stubborn glob get washed down her neck, between her ample tits, then slide down her abs, and hang on for just a moment before joining the rest down the drain.
Brittany had her head hung low, but her eyes darted up to meet mine. I was scared. Too scared to be turned on by her incredibly hot body. She was leaning against the back wall, her hands pressed flat against it, and she was still shaking.
"Do you know what you've done?" she asked again.
"I am so, so sorry," I whispered again.
"I've been trying not to... but now, now I can't stop myself..."
To my thorough dumbfoundment, Brittany spread her legs open and jammed two fingers into her pussy, all in one blitz of motion. Her free hand went nuts; caressing, sliding, cupping, squeezing, any part of her it could reach.
I was frozen to the spot, and more confused than ever. But
damn
it was hot. As much as I has just cum, and as weird as the situation was getting, I still found myself getting hard all over again.
Brittany closed her eyes and concentrated, her pussy-covered fingers working frantically.
"Ahhhh.....ahhhh.... AAAHHHHHH..."
My sister's shaking overtook her whole body, and she cried out as she came. When it subsided, she slumped down onto her knees in the bathtub and turned the water off. She knelt there, catching her breath for a while. I still stayed put.
"Yesterday," she whispered. "When you made me so horny I came... Do it again."
"I... what?"
"Do. It. Again. Slowly. I need you to."
I hadn't been extending my sex sense to her this whole time, I realized, and when I did, my cock got harder without any help from my influx. She was boiling. If it was a sound, I'd have been deafened. If it was a sight, I was blind for life.
But I also saw what she meant. As raging as her hormones were, something was blocking a part of her mind from it. I saw it like a shadow on a movie screen when a tall person stands up- I could see by what wasn't there.
I'd never seen Brittany like this, and had no idea what to do. But my gut had the deciding vote, and it said, "Do it." So I did. I set it up, let it go, then closed off the monitoring
At first, I saw no difference, but then Brittany perked up again, using her arms to keep her up on the edge of the tub.
"I need to... tell you something," my sister explained, her nipples returning to a rigid state. "I can't... couldn't, without... help."
"Anything I can do," I said. I meant it. I can't remember the last time I've lied to my sister.
"It's... wrong. It's bad," she continued. "And I've tried not to..."
I just stood there and listened. It was best to let her talk it out.
"Things I want... things I feel... ooh, Blake, I feel it building... thank you. Without... without you pushing me over the edge, I'd never have told you. But I'm too horny to care right now. Blake, when you covered me in your cum, I... I tasted it. And right then... I couldn't deny anything anymore. I, I want... I want..."
I could barely see her face, so I couldn't tell what she was feeling. I'd been right in front of the bathtub when I'd stopped, so her face was partially blocked by my engorged cock.
That changed. She lifted herself up a little. Her eyes met mine, and I saw a glitter in them that I'd never seen before, at least, not in my sister. I'd actually seen it before in people like Bree, and Kalista, and even the dream Mrs. Fitzgerald, and...
oh my god.
I was about to say something, probably to agree that it was wrong, that it was something we shouldn't do, but she opened her mouth and took in the head of my cock.
"OH, GOD!" I gasped. She took that as her cue to keep going. She greedily swallowed my cock, then pulled back and did it all over again, and it was wonderful.
"Oh, Brit," I continued, already breathless, "God, I've wanted you... I want to... to taste you, hold you, suck you,
fuck you...
" I ran my fingers through her hair. "I know it's wrong. I don't care. Just... don't... stop..."
I met her eyes again, and I saw everything. The desire, the conflict (still!), the enjoyment, and below it all, the joy that I at least felt the same way she did. Once she saw that I understood, she closed her eyes, and concentrated.
My god, my sister knows her way around cock. I didn't last too long after that.
"Brit, I gonna... co-o-ome..."
I thought she'd keep going, but she popped me out and aimed me right at her chest again, where I blasted away, and my cum dripped down her tits. Then the adjustments I'd made earlier caught up with her, and she bucked with her own climax.
This time, however, she didn't shake. She just arched and swayed in pleasure, smiling with her eyes closed. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
Once she let go, Brittany stood up.
"Brit, about what just-"
"I need to finish my shower," she said, as if nothing had happened. "We'll talk later."
"We will? I mean, right. Of course we will."
She closed the shower curtain, and that seemed to be it. You know, for a guy that can read even a part of women's minds, I was (and still am) absolutely no closer to understanding them.
But it wasn't women's minds I was concerned with at that moment anyway. It was my own. The whole thing started when I went to sleep, and something very strange happened that needed explaining.
"Angela?" I asked.
My liaison knocked on the inside of my bedroom door. I went over and opened it.
"Need these?" she asked, holding up a pair of boxers in one hand, and pants in the other. I looked down.
"Yes, please," I said hurriedly, and grabbed my clothes. Angela may not actually be human and I may have been crossing some taboos left and right today, but that doesn't mean I'm not at least
trying
to be decent. At least my parents weren't home. Boy, was that a conversation I didn't want to have.
"We know what you've done, and no, we don't judge. Nothing wrong as far as we can see," said Angela.
"Um, what? Oh, you mean... right. Thanks. But, um... no offense, but you're not human. It's out rules that apply here. Speaking of where rules
don't
apply... how does my gift work in dreams?"
"Ah, yes. This has happened before. Did you forget to turn off your newest sense before you went to sleep?"
"I guess not. What happened?"
"Dream occur on many levels, some of which are closer to the Organizers than this one. As such, the explanation is lengthy and involves a polysyllabically cumbersome vocabulary. The simplified version is that while sleeping, you detected women whose dreams were of a sexual nature, involving a male close enough to your description that substituting yourself for the intended did the dreamers no harm. If you knew them, they may even have been dreaming of you directly.
"What happened next was a sort of shared lucid dreaming state between you and the dreamer. When one dream ended, you went to the next, until there were no more dreams."
"Umm... Can twins share lucid dreams?"
"Frequently, although few remember it, especially if the desires expressed within are troublesome to their conscious minds."
"And when I woke up?"
"Ah. That." Angela nodded, her blonde curls rearranging themselves over her shoulders. "As your sense was uncontrolled while you slept, so too was your influx. your subconscious, normally blocked from using it, had access as you woke up, and to use the perfect word,
id
iotically used it all up in one go. Chances are you got as big and as hard as is possible, and came as much as possible, without, shall we say, foreplay. Is that what happened?"
"Oh, yes... wait, how can you know what happened with my sister and not why it happened?"
"The information I receive is on an as-needed basis at times. In the first instance, I was given words to say by the Organizers. In the second, I was expressing my own surmise. Sometimes it gets-"
"Complicated?" I finished. The door behind me opened, and Brittany walked out, not a drop of my cum on her, wrapped in a towel. "Speaking of..." I murmured.
Brittany looked startled. "Oh! I didn't know someone was here. Blake, who's this?"
"Angela. My liaison to the Organizers. I had questions about my dreams last night."
"Ah. That explains a lot, then."
"Was there anything else?" Angela asked.
"No, thanks," I said. Angela smiled, then walked into Brittany's room, shutting the door behind her. I had no doubt that if we'd followed her, she'd have been gone.
I explained everything to Brittany, and she nodded her head in understanding, but said nothing.
"And... about earlier..."
"No regrets," Brittany said instantly. "I mean, denying ourselves hasn't worked. Obviously. So, maybe we'll try just... letting it run its course. We won't throw up our hands and screw like rabbits, but we won't go back to denying we're just a normal brother and sister. Whatever happens... happens. And we'll take it from there."
"That is... remarkably sensible," I said. "Who are you and what have you done with my sister?"
Brittany busted out laughing. "Oh, no, bro, if anyone's getting in trouble for what they've done with your sister..."
I raised my hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I take it back! Sheesh!"
We hugged. It felt wonderful. Her soft flesh yielded so perfectly into mine, warm from the shower. I could smell her shampoo.
"There is one thing," she said softly.
"Anything, sis."
"Not all the way. I... I still want to save myself for someone special, and if we're just messing around..."
"I totally get it. Besides-" I picked her up in my arms, causing her to squeal. "-there's plenty else to do!"
