Mind Control

For the last several years, I'd been tinkering non-stop in my basement on my latest and greatest invention: A mind-control device. There were dozens of women I wanted to use it on, but first I needed a test subject. Mom.

My willowy, small-breasted sister, Candy, was insufferable. She had the looks - and body - of a runway model. And she knew it. Not only did she know it, but she wanted everyone who laid eyes upon her stunning figure to know it, too. I'll admit, something about my brunette-haired sister turned my crank. It was infuriating. I simultaneously wanted to kill her and fuck her. I chose the latter.

I was a bad mother. I knew what my son was up to. My very tall, muscular, rippling son. He was going to mind control his sister. I wasn't exactly sure why, all I knew was that the way she treated him - she deserved it. For what purpose did he want her mind controlled? To clean up his room? Make him breakfast in bed? Do his laundry? I had no idea. But I wasn't going to stop it.

I don't know what happened. One moment I'd just come back from college volleyball practice and the next daddy had offered me a nice, tall glass of iced-tea and then everything became fuzzy. It was like my mind had completely gone to mush. I couldn't think my own thoughts. Daddy was nice enough to think the thoughts for me...

My 18-year-old niece, Brittany, was having some...issues at home with her mother. In a fit of desperation, my sister called me up and asked me to come "watch" her for a bit so she could get some office work done. She could not have known that a package of mind control pills had just arrived at my doorstep. Sure, I'll watch my sexy, blonde, long-legged niece...

Our very beloved grandpa was turning 70 at the end of the week. He gathered all of us adult girls together in his bedroom and offered to include us in his will. Grandpa was a very rich man. At least a few million for all we knew. The catch - we had to submit to weekly mind control sessions where he could do anything he wanted to us. The other girls thought it was gross and said no. I said yes.

My younger sister, Brenda, had just turned 18 - the moment she did, she ran away. Mom was a bitch, dad was abusive and as I'd had the ability to move out, she didn't. She came banging in the middle of the night in the freezing rain, shivering and begging to stay with me. Of course, I agreed. She had no money for rent, but that didn't matter. I was going to extract payment one way or another...

Mom was a very lovely, church-going lady. Everything she did was by the book. That meant sex ed was out the door. No dating, no having lady friends over. Nothing. As an adult trying to have any kind of meaningful relationship was next to impossible. So, as a horny 19-year-old I looked for "other" ways to get my rocks off. If I couldn't lust after other women, then I'd lust after mom.

I shouldn't have done it. I should've never taken my 18-year-old daughter, Clarissa, to my weekly poker game. But she wanted to go. Even begged me. Said she wanted to see what guys got up to when the girls weren't around. I tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn't budge. Halfway through the match, one of my good buddies pulled me aside and handed me a pill. And dared me to fuck my daughter.

Mom and I didn't agree on much. But one thing we both shared was a wicked, livid passionate hate toward my sister. Marcia was a cold, calculating, cruel bitch. Every chance she got she wasted no time in telling us how lousy we were. Berating us for the slightest infractions. Well, there's only so much one can take of being abused before they snap. Finally, mom and I snapped.

My mother and Aunt Melba may have been a couple middle-aged codgers, but they were very keen to learn all about the new-fangled technology. So, when I got my new VR setup, they wanted to learn all about it. What they didn't know was that I had bought it from a tech friend of mine who'd modified it. Once they’d put it on, I ran the hypnosis program he'd installed.

My wife, Jessica, knew about my sexual attraction to my 19-year-old sister, Melody. How could she not? It was all I talked about. We'd play games in bed and we'd make wild, passionate love. That was the best sex of my life. But she was VERY supportive of it. I think she had a girl crush on her, too. And - unbeknownst to me - she was scheming a way for me to fuck her - anytime I wanted.

I don't know what my daughter did to piss her off. Gypsies don't just go around cursing 18-year-old girls for no reason. It was some kind of ancient mind-control spell that she used. "Daddy, she's making me do things!" Rose complained. But when I strode up to the old gypsy and demanded that she let my daughter loose, she gave ME the power to control my daughter's innocent mind instead.

I don't know what prompted me to do it. Maybe it was because I was a very sick father. I'd been harboring illicit thoughts about my daughter, Ann. I even installed a secret camera in her room and watched her masturbate every single night. The way she'd run her hands over her small breasts, the way she'd undulate her hips... But the night she brought home her first dildo, I knew what I had to do.

My daughter, Emily, absolutely loved musical instruments - of all kinds. But especially flutes. She really loved flutes. So when I got a chance to fly to India on a business trip, I stopped by one of the local snake charmers and offered to buy his flute. He argued, said it was a special, magical flute. Sure, whatever buddy. Here's a couple grand. I didn't know it charmed more than just snakes.

My bimbo daughter, Sara, was a sight to behold. She may have been 18, but that girl was stacked! I don't know where she got it from, either, her mother wasn't half as big as she was. Living with a very, hyper-sexualized, fertile, bimbo 18-year-old wears one's resistance down. I tried not to stare. I tried not to look at her ample cleavage as she skipped around the house. I tried.

I was just going over to grandpa's for the weekend. But that quickly turned from a nice, weekend getaway into a nightmare! If I could only remember what happened...

Every day. Every fucking day both my vivacious, curly-haired sister and her mother strutted out to the pool and frolicked around completely naked. To them, I must’ve been completely invisible. I may have only been 18, but that didn't mean didn’t want to join in. There had to be a way…

Barbie, my 18-year-old sister, was the dumbest bimbo-blonde I knew. Everyone made fun of her. But, she had one thing that every single girl on the block would've given their right ovary for: Boobs. I mean, that girl was stacked! They weren't fake tits, either. They were the real deal. They just happened to be owned by someone with the mentality of a rock.

I had to have her. I had to have my lovely, 20-year-old daughter. She was hypnotic to just look at. Mysterious and exotic, her beauty was something out of this world. Her mother kicked her out the moment she turned 18, so she came to live with me. Olivia was so sweet and innocent, she truly didn't belong to this world. Without me she would've been torn to shreds by the sharks out there.

Just home for the holidays, I arrived back at mom and dad's unannounced. No one was home, so I let myself in with my old key. Everything was exactly how I remembered it when I left a few months ago. Except one thing: My 18-year-old niece and cousin had moved in my old room and were currently in bed together, fast asleep. Naked.

I felt a bit sorry for my 18-year-old niece, Shania. She was a very beautiful girl, only problem was, she was lacking in the breast department. No girl - especially one her age - wants to be an AA-cup. She was so small that when she cut her hair, people mistook her for a guy. One night, she came over crying because no one wanted to go out with her. She just wanted to be normal.

My 19-year-old, very beautiful - if a bit vapid - daughter, Kandy, was getting married next week. I didn't mind her getting married. Eric was a nice enough fellow who would undoubtedly take care of her and give her the one thing she's always desired: babies. But that was the rub. I wanted to be the one to knock her up. With this ring I found at the flea market, that's exactly what I did.

My 18-year-old sister, Jessica, was an honest-to-goodness babe. She had it all. Large, bouncy breasts, long legs, silky golden locks. She could've easily been a model. Instead, she just laid around the house, mooching off mom and dad and generally being annoying. One night while fooling around on the web, I stumbled across a site that showed one how to make a homemade voodoo doll.

I'll be honest: I wanted to fuck my daughter, Sylvia, more than I wanted just about anything. Sylvia was my one prize from my ill-fated marriage with her mother. The moment she turned 18, she moved away from her harpy of a mother into my place upstate. On the one hand I was over the moon to have her here, on the other, I was dying for a taste of the forbidden fruit...