That night at the hotel

We got to the hotel that night without further incident. I had been filled with ideas, but decided I could wait. Mom booked us into a nice place and we all headed upstairs to our two separate rooms again.

I heard Mom's door close and a moment later, the TV click on.

I turned to my sister. She was rifling through her bag looking for something. "It's time for Becca to listen," I said. She looked up at me, then sat down demurely on the bed, her eyes on me expectantly.

"In a moment, Becca, I'm going to tell you that its time to go. When I do, you are going to get up and leave this room. You will go next door to Mom's room and knock on the door. When she lets you in, you will feel so aroused by her, so needful of her touch, her lips, the feel of her skin, that you will be unable to control yourself. You will want her, more than you have wanted anyone but me. Do you understand so far?"

"Yes, brother."

"Good. She will want you just as much. But as you are with her, you will have something in the back of your mind, a nagging feeling: that what you really want, more even than her, is to share me with her. You will want to please and serve me with her. Do you understand?"

"I do," she replied.

"Thanks for listening, Becca." I said. She shook her head a little and went back to going through her bag, soon pulling out her pad. She clicked her headphones in and started watching a movie, squirming up onto the pillows of the bed.

I picked up the phone and dialed next door. I heard the phone ring and a second later, Mom picked up the phone.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hi, Mom. It's time to listen, Mommy." There was silence on the other end. I waited a count of three then began speaking.

"In a few minutes, Rebecca is going to come to your room and knock. As soon as she enters, you will feel an overpowering need to be with her, to please her sexually and to have her please you. You will feel so aroused by the thought of her lips, her tongue, her tits, and her pussy that you will have to take her, have to fuck her. But as you do, you will remain slightly unsatisfied. You will know, in the back of your mind that although you want her desperately, what you really want is me. You will want Becca to help you please me, and fulfill my every command, need, and desire. You will want nothing more than my totally satisfaction. Do you understand me, Mommy?"

"I do, of course." she replied quietly.

"Good. Thank you for listening."

"Of course, Darling."

I hung up the phone.

"Becca," I said, "it's time to go."

And I watched her stand up, drop her pad to the bed, and walk out of the room.