Beloved Sister Ch 02

"Beloved Sister 02" by CraigOOL ©

Incest - Sister works to make her dreams of becoming a sex slave cum true

featuring

Bowling with Bimbos

Author's notes: Warning! This is an incest story, between brother and sister. It is also an erotic hypnosis / mind control story. It has strong BDSM themes in it. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.

Finally, this is a FANTASY, while elements of the techniques are real, absolutely none of this story has anything to do with Deb and Ron from Fort Lee, New Jersey, or anyone who might resemble them.

All characters are eighteen or older at the time any sexual contact in this story takes place.

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These are the hypnotic inductions Used by Ron to help Deb and Karen

A Wet Spiral TWB

Basic Submissive Induction for women.

All Hypnosis is Self Hypnosis TWB

Basic Submissive Induction for women.

Awaken Your Inner Slut - Basic Level TWB

A simple self help for women - Theta Wave Beats version.

Awaken Your Inner Slut - Power Slut TWB

Advanced self help for women - Theta Wave Beats version.

Awaken Your Inner Slut - Slutocracy TWB

Advanced Slut Conversion techniques for women - Theta Wave.

META TWB

Advanced Submissive Induction for women - Theta Wave Beats version.

Our cast of characters (so far):

Deb - incestuous sister of Ron, 'Princess of Pout', retirement age, newly minted bisexual slut slave

Ron - incestuous brother of Deb, BDSM Master for over 30yrs, 3x widower, swinger for 30+yrs

Ginger - Ron's second wife, died of breast cancer, swinger and sex slave

Jenny (from the block) - Ron's third wife, died of COVID, swinger and sex slave

Karen - hot black bisexual woman seduced by Deb to be Ron's live in sex slave

Mary Ann - Ron's first wife, died of lupus, Collared slave, perfect switch, hot Hispanic bisexual slave

Toneyah - Ron's collared slave, completely submissive, hot black bisexual slave

Deb is hard at work. She had no concept of how much work training to be a sex slave would be. She has to spend an hour each day training on the 50 different poses she is expected to perform flawlessly every single time she is asked to do so by her Dominant, her lover, her brother. Plus she has to spend time with him (at least an hour each day) preparing for 'Service' and 'Impact Play'. She spends another hour riding her Sybian for her Only Fans followers, coming her brains out and ending up so knackered she almost always has to take a nap. There are also a half a dozen hypnotic inductions that she has to (and now craves) listening to every night. But her Dominant requires she do it all every day, telling her that teaching her body she needs physical love like she needs to breathe as part of her recovery from her thirty plus year diet of sexual starvation, especially after the desert of physical attention she somehow survived all those years. Teaching her mind is just as important.

It wasn't that their marriage was loveless, far from it. Andy loved her better than she had any right to expect. But his conservative ideology and puritanical sexual ideas (love once per week, missionary only, husband only) left her body starved while her brother's hedonistic continuous feast of bisexual women, swinger couples, and BDSM scenes taunts her, teases her, and enraptures her. Just as it has since she first learned about it from an inadvertent slip by his first wife. She'd followed up with incessant questioning, which led to deep conversations, with Mary Ann and with their live in bisexual slave, Toneyah, a gorgeous thick young black woman. After Mary Ann's death, Toneyah returning to New Orleans, and his remarriage to Ginger, the stories changed, but the song remained the same. Forbidden by Andy from being even able to watch, Deb learned by word of mouth how deep her cravings ran inside her. After Ginger's passing, she thought Ron would move on, but another thick bisexual flame haired Hispanic pulled him back into the life of continuous debauchery she craves with the deepest depths of her soul. She craves it with her entire being like all of his wives and slaves combined, from the core of her being, the central need of her being. To be used by Him. To be HIS.

Two years ago they were married to other people. Thirty years ago he was already a dominant, with a beautiful, busty, lusty Latina wife, and a just as busty, lusty (think sex on a stick) black live in sex slave. Her respect is growing by the day for Toneyah, who formed a loving triad with Ron and his Wife Mary Ann (Ron's first wife). Whenever they were alone, she tried to learn every detail that Mary Ann or Toneyah would share about how they lived, loved, and played together, burning a desire for it deep into her soul, year after year, after year. Many of their cousins had open marriages, and she gleaned the details of their experiences every chance she could. Most of their Dad's side of the family tended toward Matriarchs with Cuckold or at least Female Led Relationships (FLR), her Mother's side more Dominant men with what she soon came to understand were Stag/Vixen, with varying degrees of experiences outside the marriages. Andy never saw it, never talked about it, so for him, it never happened. It became her secret perversion, her personal mission of sexual discovery, her personal undeniable sin. Thirty years of data gathering and analysis is finally producing real results in her life.

For some reason, her brother seemed to get a new wife every ten years or so. For the first marriage it was cancer (Toneyah's Mom in New Orleans), and Lupus for Mary Ann herself. For Ginger it was breast cancer. For Jenny from the block (not related to the famous one) it was the pandemic. This was especially tragic for Ron, since Jenny was the first girl he'd ever fallen in love with, just like Mary Ann and Ginger, a soul mate, a split-apart, such splendid beings on their own, who were only made better by being with him. Deb had loved each of them as a sister, though at the time she could only see them from behind the bars of her conventional, missionary only, conservative sex life. While curious (and envious) beyond measure, Deb never even tested those bars, those limits, until a few years ago, she once got drunk at a party and made out with another woman. Andy never found out (before he too passed from COVID) and Deb never told a soul (but her fingers told her pussy about it almost daily). But now she sees herself as Toneyah, his first slave, willing to do anything and anyone for him for just another moment of their joy together. But who was going to be her Mary Ann?

Being his slave has its price. It this case it is her almost complete lack of lovemaking skills, knowledge, and experience, something you would not expect of someone so very close to retirement. So she is spending a couple hours per day studying male sexuality and female sexuality, male and female homosexuality, then male and female bisexuality. Then swinging and BDSM, cuckolding and cuckqueaning. Sometimes it is very hard to keep her fingers (or vibrators!) off her clit as her head wraps around the panoply of sexual acts that she will soon be participating in.

Her porn studies do help, so she comes to see herself as a bisexual cuckquean sex slave, eager to bring other women to his bed until they can find the equivalent of Mary Ann or Toneyah to balance out their triad, maybe even after that just for variety. It seems to her as a good way to live out the last thirty or so years of her life, as most of their family (including both their parents) lived into the mid nineties, and were healthy right up until the end.

While all the studies have really lit up her days and her life, the cost in batteries alone has made her switch to the Hitachi Magic Wand almost exclusively, with that wonderful dual speed variable controller that she can use to dial right in on what her throbbing pussy needs. The upside is it does provide more Only Fans content, since the one to two hours per days of what she now came to think of as Toy Twat Training is starting to be every bit as orgasmic as her Sybian Rider Romps. Her body is learning both how to have really intense climaxes, and that it craves really intense climaxes on a dialy basis. She's never had that taken away so she doesn't really understand how deep that need goes - all the way to her core.

In fact it is only in the last week that both her oral virginity(s) were taken by her brother, her fucking position virginity(s) too, and the now really, really important (to her) anal virginity which he took their first day living together. She has been pushing him to take her multiple partner sex virginity, yet he has cautioned a slower pace until her skills have mellowed to closer to the level expected of a woman of her age. But there is one virginity he cannot help her with, so she decides to help herself.

The Seduction of Karen

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"Karen? Deb. You know that omen in the sky I said we had to wait for? It has come and gone. I have a new partner. Yes, I thought you might have heard about losing Andy. No, I'm living with my brother now, he lost his wife in the pandemic too. Well, we're both going to have to live on Social Security all too soon, so we have to minimize expenses. Are you someplace you can talk about very sensitive personal issues? Good. Get comfortable." Deb calls her friend, the only woman she has ever truly kissed, and wants to put it all out there. How had they become so distant? After the kiss, the pandemic left them at a disconnected place of something they both wanted to be so much more.

"I wanted to tell you about that night we kissed, what it meant to me. My brother has been living as a swinger for decades. He even did outcalls as a BDSM dominant for a few years. Yes, he's handsome as fuck and pretty well hung for a white dude. How do I know? My little chief inquisitor hat has been on the entire time for the past thirty years as far as my brother's sex life goes. Did you know he had a black submissive living with him and his wife for almost ten years? I thought that might get your motor running!" Deb takes a breath, as she's already getting all sorts of lurid ideas just from the way Karen is responding. With Karen being black herself, luscious and busty, what Karen called 'Full Throttle Bi' is who Deb desires to become. Who better to teach her, than the best living example she knows?

"So what I wanted to tell you is that while I may have been drunk that night, which certainly opened the door to my sexual jail cell, I'd been thinking about kissing your broad soft lips since the day I met you. So if anybody claims you took advantage of me, or that somehow you tricked me into it, it would be a lie. If anything, I took advantage of you. I knew the way you looked at me, and I hope you knew the way I looked at you. That's right, like a meal I could never stop craving because I couldn't have it!" Deb tries to focus on the message she needs Karen to hear, one of unrequited lust and need.

"Well, I'm not in sex prison anymore. I've been tossing myself off daily to all the fantasies I have of what I wanted to do with you, what I still crave mind, body, and soul to do to you. I am so very, very sorry I made you feel like it was just a tease, or that somehow I rejected you. I could not believe it would ever be possible for us to really be together, and it would have destroyed Andy. I will still never stop craving that meal, because I will need to eat it every day....[phone clatters on floor]... [orgiastic cries in background]... Karen, are you OK?" Deb is concerned.

"Yes, I'm still here. No, I meant every word of it. I want you to be my first bisexual female lover. What about Ron? He gave me my first pussy licking, I'm willing to wager you can do better, even though he was trained by bisexual women thirty years ago and has learned new tricks every year. Let's see, I'm on offer, no places where we can't go or things we can't do together, and you are not all in?" Deb pauses as Karen asks her questions, mostly about how big an obstacle Ron would be to her being seduced by a woman.

"First, he rules me, he is my Dominant. You probably gathered that Andy satisfied those needs once upon a time but never let me play. Ron doesn't just not worry if I play, he DEMANDS that I play, for hours every damn day. I have a Sybian I have to ride every day. I could lick your pussy while you ride it for an hour every day. Second, consent is very, very important to him. He will 'check in' in the middle of a scene to make sure I'm still good with what is going on. If you are willing, you can have both of us, separately or together, up to your own limits. Finally, I can see making the arrangement last long term, and I know your pussy has never had a better offer. Please, please, PLEASE just kiss me again and tell me you will think it over." Deb waits as Karen goes all chatty Kathy on her. She knows this means Karen is thinking with her pussy instead of with her head, which is exactly where Deb wants her to be.

"OK, then. What's the earliest we can get together? 15 minutes! That is a bit soon for me. Half an hour is better. Ron should be here by then. Texting you the new address. Wear something sexy, preferably something I can rip off of you so I can devour you throughout the weekend. I can't wear anything except lingerie in the house unless we have vanilla company, so I will be in my best lingerie for my best girl, the woman who turned me on to loving women. Drive safe. See you soon!" Deb says happily.

Deb texts Ron { Karen is coming over to seduce me. You should be showered and well dressed when she arrives. } then follows it with a second text,

{ She says you make her panties wet whenever you cross her mind. You might want to give her free reign, I gave her the weekend to convert me to bisexuality. Drive safe. }

I am driving as hard as I can without breaking any safety limits too badly, as Deb has just emptied a gas can on my privates and lit the match, knowing full well what she has done. Her first lesbian seduction? I get to witness it? Her girlfriend is into me? I go hands free and order Deb friendly food, luckily after the pandemic everybody delivers. At least the house is already stocked with female friendly liquor.

Deb is fairly tall for a woman, around 5'7", about a good four inches shorter than me, or the same height when she wears her 'fuck me' heels. If you are a tit man, look somewhere else, because her little B sting tits, while they are incredibly sensitive, don't come close to the D and E cup tits my wives had. But if you are an ass man, or a leg man, she is the cat's meow. The combination of her 4" heels and those legs that seem to stretch on forever make her canter, a rhythmic style of pace similar to a horse. Put hose on her and the effect is magically multiplied somehow, as the visuals become even more erotic. But that is only the merest outline of Deb.

Deb has an oval face, and a heart shaped face all at the same time. The overall face is oval, but she has prominent cheekbones, and somehow resurrects the dark Eastern European side of our lineage, such that you could swear she is a reanimated Transylvanian Vampire/Succubus, ready, willing and able to suck an entire bus of mortals who have had the misfortune (and blessing!) to fall into her path. The blood red Merry Widow lingerie she wore for our first day together reminds me how important this woman is to her, right up there with my own. She is the most expressive of all the cousins, her ability to communicate without words, using only her facial expressions un-excelled.

The most famous of these led to her nickname among the cousins, 'The Princess of Pout'. I recently saw such a pout when she thought I was turning her down to be my sex slave, like making her a sex toy who had to obey my every craven sexual desire is the expected traditional thing for brothers to do to sisters. Well, over thirty years of watching my libidinous liberal frolic through the playgrounds of swingers and BDSM soirees made it seem traditional

to her

. I couldn't have refused her if I'd tried, and I have to blame the pout for at least half of that. A devastating weapon when applied on a crowd (at family gatherings), completely lethal one on one. So we joke I am her Zombie Dom, resurrected from 'Death by Pout', and I wonder at which point of contention between herself and Karen will she deploy it on Karen, and will I be allowed to perform mouth to mouth?

Karen has been described to me by Deb as a woman of the same style as Toneyah, black, busty, and bi as the day is long. Throw in some very prominent submissive tendencies, currently without a male Dom or female Domme, and I can see why Deb thinks she should be Toneyah V2 for me. The doorbell rings and it is time to throw the preconceptions out the window to deal with the wonderful living, breathing reality that is Karen.

First of all, Karen is short. Even in her four inch 'fuck me' heels, she only comes up to where Deb does when she isn't wearing them. Entirely irrelevant. After removing the jacket, the reality of her in her black lingerie is simply stunning. At least D cups with lots of bounce, and as she turns to the side, an ass easily the equal of Deb's, but built to the specifications of perfection for black women, thicker and curvier. Statues should be made of these two women together to show everyone else what the standard for perfection should be. I am so stunned that this is even possible I find I cannot speak. Deb is unaffected, as she and Karen share a very long very affectionate hug.

"He has the best access any man I've ever met for the first time has had to my tits and ass and he is staring at my face." Karen chuckles, as Deb starts kissing her, raining kisses upon her like water for chocolate. I crave kissing Karen too, but feel like the gals need to settle in with being sexual with each other before adding me into the mix.

"It isn't the boobs, although even he would have to admit they are magnificent. It's your ass. He is astonished there is another woman in this entire Universe that has an ass to rival mine. Can we get a couple of pictures to document both sides of this perfection of pulchritude?" Deb taunts.

Karen's face is cherubic, like her oval face has been permanently given a state of grace by God himself.

"AND your ass." I note as I pull out my phone and start snapping pictures from every angle around them, hoping to build a 3D reconstruction as the basis for those statues to be built later.

"It really isn't an advantage. It can be hard as hell to convince people I'm mad as hell at them when my face refuses to say anything except 'You are blessed by God'." Karen complains. But she is right about that, her angelic, cherubic countenance with a strong fuckslut undertone simply mesmerizing. It is like an angel has been sent by God to fuck you to death and she is just taking her damn time deciding how.