My Brother Hypnotized Our Slutty Sister
Duncan's younger brother isn't the most charming member of his family. He's no genius, either. So how exactly did he talk their beautiful sister into going down on him? True, Camille has a reputation for promiscuity, but she hates Tyler! When Duncan finds her half-naked and on her knees in front of him, he knows something strange is going on. Is it possible that Tyler has cast a spell on Camille? More
Duncan's younger brother isn't the most charming member of his family. He's no genius, either. So how exactly did he talk their beautiful sister into going down on him? True, Camille has a reputation for promiscuity, but she hates Tyler! When Duncan finds her half-naked and on her knees in front of him, he knows something strange is going on. Does it have something to do with Tyler's glowing necklace? Is it possible that Tyler has cast a spell on Camille? Why else would she behave like his obedient slut?
This tale of taboo mind control is 12,000 words and for readers 18 and up.
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As the crickets filled the night with their chirps, I realized I'd been sitting in my room for a long time. How long had I pondered about my siblings' relationship waiting for Camille to return? I checked my watch but it told me nothing. I couldn't remember when she'd left.
The crickets outside continued their one-note symphony but, in the darkness beyond my door, silence ruled the house. I strained my ears for a few seconds until I detected dad's familiar snore. So they'd come and gone without waking me, I thought. I must have really been out. If Tyler was asleep, too, Cammy wouldn't wake him. She'd either tiptoe in to get whatever Art had left me or return empty-handed. She wouldn't linger. It was possible she'd gotten a text or call from one of her boyfriends, but if that was so I didn't hear her talking. I heard nothing but the crickets, nothing but the house's creaks and dad's faint, far away snores. Nothing but...
Now that I really listened, there was something else. A rhythm. It blended into the background hum of the crickets, a steady pulse inside the house. Not just inside but next door. Tyler's room. What could it possibly be?
I had a tingling sense of déjà vu as I pushed myself off the bed. I drifted into the dark hallway, floating like a ghost, my head pounding with half-remembered concern.
There was a light on in Tyler's room, a small one--his desk lamp or something even smaller. The door was opened a crack and something shined back at me. The lamp's butter yellow light shined on my sister's exposed buttocks.
"God..." my brother gasped. "Now I know why Marcus never shut up about it."
"Ahhh," my sister grunted.
"That's it. You don't have to like it," he said. "You just have to want it. And you do want it, don't you?"
"Duncan's...waiting for me," she moaned.
"Stop talking about him. You're mine now."
"Yes," she hissed.
I peered into my brother's room to discover that Camille was, in fact, completely naked. On her hands and knees. On the floor of my brother's room. Sweat glistened along the curl of her naked spine...
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