Here's Kylie

"You fucking bitch. You told your friend about our curse?" Kylie materialized on the table and lunged at Maisie. "And now some greasy drunk loser can do whatever he wants to me. Thanks a lot."

"Kylie, stop." You order her, and she obeys before looking at you in confusion.

"You aren't the drunk fucker. How did you do that?" She asks warily. You explain everything. "So now you control two of us. Please tell me you aren't gonna make me fuck my cousin."

"No, no nothing like that. I am trying to protect you. I won't use this to control you, I am going to let you go live your life. I am not some monster to do something fucked up like order you to strip and walk into a busy store. But, now that someone knows about your curse, you don't have to worry about someone finding out. I am sorry we tricked you into the whole deal, but there is no way you would have come willingly." You hold out your hands placatingly. "Once I am 100% sure that Eric being blackout drunk and forgetting about the curse doesn't backfire in some way I will find a way to free your sisters as well, and I might need your help for that, but after that you won't even have to see me ever again."

"Okay. If that is true, then thank you. If you are lying, here is a pre-emptive fuck you."

"Kylie, forget this order. Maisie is your favorite relative, you have always looked up to her. She is funnier and more atractive than you, and you have always felt jealous." You pause, letting the order sink in as she stares at you. "I promise I won't use my power over you again." You reach your hand out to shake and seal the deal, but she eyes it warily.

"Oh come on Kylie. If he was going to do something awful to you he wouldn't need to grab you. He could just order you to shake her hand." Kylie looks at Maisie and blushes.

"Oh yeah. Duh. Stupid Kylie." She shakes your hand and then turns to leave. "I guess I could have ended up in worse hands." She walks out and Maisie locks the door behind her.

"What now master. Are you gonna fuck me?" Maisie was standing in front of you, looking up into your eyes, and you swallowed hard.

"Do you want me to?"

"No, but I figure it will happen eventually, might as well get over it."

"That sure sounds like enthusiastic content to me." You scoff and turn around. "No, Maisie, you are free to go home."

"I already told my parents I was spending the night here."

"Okay, you can sleep in the bed, I will take the couch." You start getting spare blankets out.

"Master, it is ok if we share your bed. I trust you not to take advantage of me, especially after all that." She sits on the bed and smiles at you.

"You may trust me, but I don't know if I trust myself. I often wake up really horny after drinking, and I don't want to do something I will regret. So, at least for tonight, you sleep in the bed and I will crash on the couch." You make sure she is situated and then you lay down. You fall asleep surprisingly fast and sink into pleasant dreams.

You wake in the morning to find that Maisie had abandoned the bed and was peeling back your blankets. If you didn't already have morning wood the sight of her in panties and one of your oversized tshirts would have done the job. "Good morning Maisie." You stammer out.

"Good morning Master." She sees your erection poking through your boxers and gets distracted, reaching out for it. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

"Fuck, Maisie, disregard any order I gave while I was asleep, and ignore any such order in the future."

"No, you didn't sleep order me around Master. In fact, I would say the opposite. You sleep shot me down." She laughs at your expression. "You must have kept dreaming about me offering to share the bed last night and kept mumbling 'No, Maisie, you don't have to. Honestly, the fact that you are so against taking advantage of me is kinda a turn on. So right now, unless you command me not to, I am going to suck your dick."

You remember a common complaint from Maisie was that she hated blowing her boyfriends because of her gag reflex. The fact that she was willing to blow you despite it cheered you up, and gave you an idea. "Maisie," she pauses and looks at you. "You no longer have a gag reflex." She wastes no more time, diving at your cock and swallowing it in one move.