Tightening the bonds [Mind control/]

Mark shuffled on his bed. His hand grasped the small package, now open, his name written on it crudely. It was the handwriting of his late grandfather, whose funeral he had attended just a few hours ago together with his family. In the man's testimony, he was to receive the item within. Now, having found some privacy in his room, the time has come to embrace the gift.

'Let's see what you got me, old man.'

He smiled faintly as his fingers worked the paper edges. They weren't very distant from their grandfather, but there always seemed to be a bit of a wedge.

Eventually, the packaging gave way to a faint glimmer that reflected in the sun's rays. Mark's eyes went wide briefly until he uncovered the item fully.

'A watch...?'

He frowned. It was undeniably a fine watch, the type that used to be carried around the elderly, with a nice, golden chain about a foot long. Weighing the thing in his hand briefly, he hummed. The mechanism appeared busted, given no movement from the hands, but if he put a bit of thought and time, it would be possible to restore it.

Suddenly, a voice brought him out of his ponders.

"Big brother?" Kelsey, his younger sister, sounded with a knock on the door. "Are you inside?"

The young man flinched, instinctively clutching the watch tighter.

"Yeah, come in," he beckoned lightly, his eyes escaping to the entryway.

The door opened without a sound, letting his sister in.

Kelsey was a beautiful, young woman, barely 20, with flowing, blonde hair reaching to her elbows, perfectly fitting with the oceanic blue of her eyes. She was rather short, with a delicate, demure personality befitting her soft countenance. She was fit in a gray dress that hugged her in all the right places. Her big breasts appeared even more prominent than usual, their bounce unmistakable, and her supple derriere swayed almost enticingly as she stepped inside.

Mark averted his eyes. He'd always found Kelsey attractive, but he knew it was borne of the wrong source.

"What did you get from grandpa?" she asked, closing the door as though to give them some privacy. She smiled gently at him, unaware of where his eyes had gone just now.

"Just a watch," he answered, lifting his hand. "Maybe I'll tinker with it later. What did he leave you?"

"A perfume," Kelsey answered, sitting beside him on the bed. Lifting a hand, she showed Mark a small bottle, about half full.

Mark's eyes, however, snapped briefly to a different place. The cut of Kelsey's dress was rather low, giving him a glimpse into her cleavage. His heart thumped as he shuffled in his seat, turning away.

"I see. Does it smell nice at least?"

"Haven't tried it yet," she shrugged. Then, her eyes lit up as she looked at his hand better. "Oh, it's one of those vintage pieces, huh? Like the type that old men used to hypnotize people?" she laughed. "Will you also go and do some parlor tricks with it?"

Mark let out half a wheeze, shuffling away from Kelsey and facing her better. Lifting his hand almost mockingly, he rocked the watch on its chain, causing it to swing in a pendulum motion.

"Of course, I'll be hypnotizing people left and right," he laughed. "You feel relaxed, Kelsey, listen to my voice, I have control over you," Mark continued with a chuckle, barely even aware of the fact that Kelsey watched the watch move. "What a bunch of--"

"You have control over me," his sister's sudden, deadpan response made him snap out of his laugh.

"?" Mark's brow lifted. Shifting his hand, he focused on his sister's face.

Kelsey's smile had turned to a more demure expression, her mouth just barely closed. Her blue eyes constantly watched the watch rock left and right, but blankness was written within. "Kelsey?"

"Yes?" she answered, but her voice was now almost completely devoid of emotion.

'What...?' Mark frowned. He looked at the watch in his hand, then back at his sister.

"Hey, you can stop messing with me," he said, lowering the watch.

His sister's gaze lowered, but her expression remained the same.

Mark snapped his fingers in front of her face, but Kelsey didn't so much as flinch.

"Kelsey, are you... alright?" he asked, unsure what was happening. 'Don't tell me...'

"Yes."

"What just happened?"

"...you swung your watch, and... I'm relaxed..." she trailed off, her eyes almost skittering as she hesitated, seemingly still picking words.

"Come on, don't mess with me," he poked her shoulder. "You can stop now, Kelsey."

"I'm not messing with you," the busty blonde answered.

A long moment of silence passed. Mark swiped his dark hair, taking a deep breath as she tried to assess the situation.

'She's hypnotized...? But... I always thought these things were bullshit.'

However, the more seconds passed, the more he was informed of the undeniability of the situation. Kelsey - his voluptuous young sister - was sitting on his bed almost limply, her blank gaze confirming her state of hypnosis.

But within him, another sensation flared. Mark's gaze went over his sister. From her soft, beautiful face, down her fine neck, to the enticing divide of her breasts, and down her toned waist to her nice rear. His heart beat with more strength. It felt wrong to stare at her like this. Yet, deep within, he could feel a pang of excitement burn fiercely. He had long since considered his sister hot, much like their mother. It was an undeniable fact, like an assessment that fire was hot and water was cold. Kelsey was a bombshell - no other word did her justice. She was mildly naive and still a little childish at times, yes, but that did nothing against her sexiness.

Mark knew his feelings were wrong. Thinking that brother and sister could share affection like this was fundamentally twisted. But now... that sensation burned brighter than ever. Perhaps... it would be possible to act upon his fantasies. Perhaps... he could make it not as wrong as it seemed. Mark's cock involuntarily began waking up in his underwear at the prospect.

He stared at the watch for several protracted seconds.

'...I could... couldn't I?' he looked at the empty package. 'But why...?'

Why did his grandfather give him this? No, in the first place, why did he have an item like that...?

But Mark shook his head.

'For now, let's just test what this thing can do.'

"Kelsey."

"Yes?" she answered, her eyes still on the watch.

"Do you know what's going on?"

"No..."

"You're in a hypnotic trance, Kelsey.When I snap my fingers, you will wake up from this state and not remember it. Do you understand?"

"...yes," she replied hesitantly. Her body shuffled, sending her breasts jostling faintly.

"Good. Now, listen to me," he took a breath in, trying to think of words to say. "You are relaxed. Say it."

"I'm relaxed."

"Nothing strange is going on."

"Nothing strange is going on."

"Again."

"Nothing strange is going on."

"Good, good," Mark almost sighed, feeling his hands shake. Nevertheless, he **** himself to swallow his uncertainties. One step was how one began running, after all. "Kelsey, how do you feel about your brother?"

"I like my brother," she replied instantly.

"How much do you like your brother?"

Kelsey hesitated. Her blue eyes gazed sideways, their blank stare faltering for the faintest of moments.

'There's the point of resistance.' Mark realized, watching his sister be silent for several more seconds.

However, before he decided to do something, Kelsey's plush lips parted.

"As much as I can as a sister," she gave a surprising answer.

'What?'

Mark took a long second to process what he just heard. Running his gaze over Kelsey's body and ending on her face, he couldn't help but feel a bit of... uncertainty. It was almost like Kelsey held a layer of hesitance about her answer that she didn't want to divulge.

He breathed heavily, making a decision.

'No. Let's push in there.'

"Alright. Tell me, how much can a sister love her brother?"

"..."

'There it is again... it's like she wants to say something but knows she can't.'

"Let's try it differently. Kelsey, if I wanted to hug you, would you hate me for it?"

"No," she answered sternly, her gaze almost steeling as though she felt threatened. She clutched the bedsheet briefly.

"What about... if I saw you accidentally in your underwear?"

"No... I wouldn't hate you over that..."

"Then... what if I wanted to see you in your underwear?"

Kelsey hesitated. Her eyes snapped up, meeting his gaze for the faintest of blinks. Mark's heart jumped to his throat before he realized that she had not broken out of her state.

"...that'd be too much..."

'...no. This is the point where she hesitates. It's like she wants to say 'yes' but is **** to say 'no'... let's push through here.' he decided. Stealing a glance down Kelsey's cleavage, Mark felt his cock throb in his pants.

"Kelsey, you love your brother, right?"

"I... yes..."

"Then, isn't it natural we can see each other in our underwear?"

"...b-but..." she started before falling silent. Kelsey's conflicting inner emotions were obvious as day.

"Kelsey, repeat after me. It's alright for me to see you in your underwear."

"It's... alright for you to see me in my underwear."

"Repeat that."

"It's alright for you to see me in my underwear."

Almost as though on instinct, Kelsey's body relaxed further. She leaned in slightly, the line of her cleavage even more obvious now. Her dress fought against her curves as her legs shuffled, her thighs subconsciously rubbing together.

"Kelsey, you love your brother, right? Will you kiss him?"

"...no... that's for couples... I couldn't..."

"But if you love me, you can kiss me. Say it with me. You love your brother, so you can kiss him."

The blonde bombshell hesitated for less than a fraction of a second before she repeated his words. Mark could tell; her resistance, weak as it was, to begin with, was now coming undone further. The walls of her mind were almost fully crushed.

His cock was harder than ever.

"Then, tell me, Kelsey. How much do you love your brother? What will you do for him?"

"I... love my brother like no one else... I will kiss him... and I will let him see me in my underwear," she said demurely, her eyes fluttering. Mark could tell that her heart was accelerating, her body subconsciously reacting. Her breathing became heavier, her face turning pinkish.

'Now... let's push this to the end.'

"Kelsey, let's define this all properly, then," Mark focused, summoning the last of his willpower to think properly. "If you love your brother so much you will kiss him and let him see you in your underwear, do you know what that makes you and your brother?"

"...I... a couple... but..." she trailed off, visibly conflicted. "But... that's wrong..."

"Why?"

"Because... you're my brother..."

"Yes, I am your brother. But that doesn't mean you can't love me, Kelsey. It's not wrong to love your brother, is it? Say it, with conviction."

"...it's not wrong to love my brother."

"That's right. It's not wrong. Then, if you love your brother, it's natural you want him to see you naked, right? You want to embrace your brother, don't you?"

"I... yes... I want to embrace my brother."

"You want your brother to touch you, Kelsey."

"I want my brother to touch me."

"You want to cross all barriers with your brother."

"I want to cross all barriers with my brother."

Mark subconsciously smirked. An almost instinctual feeling beamed from within him, telling him that this was just about enough. His eyes escaped to the watch he continuously swung.

'Grandfather... where the hell did you get something like this...?'

His wonder was shuffled away as he focused on Kelsey. The busty blonde sat still, but the effects of her state were obvious. Her fair skin now gained a fair bit of pink, a few small beads of sweat trickling down her temples as her breath came in small gasps. Mark could feel the warmth of her breath from over two feet away.

'Now, let's see if all this worked.'

"Kelsey, listen closely. When you wake up, you will show your brother your love. Do you understand?"

"Yes... I will show my brother my love," she replied, her gaze almost focusing.

"Then, show your brother your love, Kelsey. Wake up," he said, bringing his fingers together and snapping.

...

Kelsey let out a faint sound akin to a groan. Straightening in her position, she looked around in confusion.

"Ugh... what happened?" she asked, palming her face as her blue eyes continuously scanned the surroundings.

Mark didn't answer, watching Kelsey collect herself. His body almost shook in faint anxiety that traveled down his spine. He saw her shuffle away from him, getting on her feet and fixing her dress where it had folded and sagged.

And then, their eyes locked.

Mark watched as his little sister looked at him, her gaze something between deep, untold feelings and a visible sense of conflict. She broke the contact first, a visible flush appearing on her face as she tentatively approached. The air of tension rose higher and higher as she closed the distance, sitting right next to him.

"Kelsey?" he asked, seeing her fail to meet his gaze anymore. Yet, the way she sat gave him a very obvious look into her cleavage.

Seemingly aware of that, the blonde said, "Big brother, I... I wanted to tell you something."

'This... this isn't real...'

Mark felt incredulousness wash over him as he **** himself to ask, "What is it, Kelsey?"

"I... I-I..." she stammered, her hands quivering. "I l-love you, big brother."

"I... I love you too, Kelsey."

"N-No... I mean... not like t-that..."

"What do you mean?"

Kelsey lifted her head slowly. Her small nose and plush lips were inches away from Mark's. Their eyes met, the man feeling his sister's hot breath blowing down on his neck. She was still hesitating, he could tell.

But then, the hesitation gave way to action.

Kelsey closed the distance. Mark had no time to react as their lips met. He felt her sweet saliva grace his own lips as he responded. The first kiss was light, but laced with affection they both knew was unbefitting for siblings.

Suddenly, she bolted away slightly, breaking the contact.

"I... I'm s-sorry, b-big brother..." Kelsey stuttered. "I j-just...!" her voice halted as Mark's hand found its way to hers.

Silence ensued for a few seconds. Kelsey's blue eyes met Mark's dark ones, untold volumes of information exchanged with every quickening breath.

And then, subconsciously, they came to an agreement.

"I love you, big brother," Kelsey said tenderly, squeezing Mark's hand.

"I love you too," he answered, his cock throbbing with fury yet unknown to man. It flared in his boxers, threatening to break the zipper of his pants.

"I love you," the busty blonde said, her voice almost meltingly warm. "I... shouldn't... not like this... but I love you, Mark," she continued, sounding almost as if pleading.

Mark rubbed her hand. He could feel it; they were about to cross all barriers. And he intended to make the most of it.

"Don't feel bad. I love you too, Kelsey," he said lovingly, bringing his lips closer.

The hot and heavy embrace continued for some more seconds. Mark shuffled the watch out of the way, his hands traveling toward his sister's body. She shivered as he grabbed her waist, bringing her closer. Her big breasts mushed against his chest as Kelsey hugged him.

Breaking the contact, Mark was quick to assert control.

"Undress, Kelsey."

The flicker of confusion on her face barely even registered. The busty blonde immediately stood up. Quickly fiddling with the zipper on her back, Kelsey let the garment sag on her body before it slid down, pooling at her feet.

Her body was a perfect mixture of cute and sexy. Her big, pert breasts were held by a black bra, fitting with thick panties of the same color. Her fine, bubble butt bounced as she stepped out of the dress. Her thighs rubbed as she shot an expectant yet still uncertain look at him.

Mark didn't wait. In the time it took Kelsey to reduce herself to just her underwear, he had already taken his shirt off. His pants were also slid down his legs, only his boxers confining his manhood, tented prominently as it was.

Kelsey licked her lips, her eyes unwaveringly focused on the bulge as she slowly approached. Slight wetness traveled down her inner thighs, the outline of her puffy pussy scarcely even confined.

Mark shuffled in his position. With but a wordless beckon, Kelsey was already on her knees in front of him, her gaze meeting his before going down to his throbbing manhood.

"Go on," he encouraged her. "Show your brother your love."

Visibly enticed by his words, she lifted her hands, reaching to his waist. Tenderly, with tangible uncertainty, Kelsey pulled down his boxers, her eyes widening as Mark's cock sprung in her face.

"So big... big brother," she said, her breathing even heavier. Hesitantly, she reached, her small, soft hand grabbing his shaft. Seemingly subconsciously, she began stroking its length, the warmth of her palm meeting the searing hotness of her brother's penis.

"Yes, good job, Kelsey," Mark replied with a faint gasp. His sister's inexperience showed, but he didn't care. Ten minutes ago, this situation was nothing but an impossible dream for him.

He reached out, grasping her chin lightly. Slightly startled, Kelsey met his gaze as he rubbed her cheek tenderly.

"Go on, faster, little sister."

She beamed, either at the encouragement or how he called her. Her movements sped up, her other hand reaching out to rub his balls lightly.

"This is so... so... fucked up..." Kelsey cursed unexpectedly. "But I... I don't want to stop... I like this... no, I love this..." she trailed off briefly, her face inching closer to her brother's tool. "Big brother... I love you," she repeated.

Mark smiled.

"I love you too, Kelsey," he said, rubbing her cheek with a bit more ****.

She reciprocated, visible happiness beaming from her expression as she sped up further. Studying him with care, she quickly picked on all the sweet spots he showed.

"Kelsey."

"?"

"How about you show your brother how much you love him?"

"But... I already am..."

"You can do more," he encouraged. "Show me how much you love me, Kelsey," he said tenderly, releasing her face from his hold and blowing her a small kiss.

The blonde shivered. Her gaze landed on her hand, still working Mark's cock, before gears began visibly turning in her head. And then, she inched closer.

Closer.

Ever closer.

Slowly, taking care to look up at Mark, Kelsey slid her tongue out of her mouth, a strand of saliva trailing down as she brought it closer.

"I love you, big brother," she said, lowering herself. "I will show you just how much I love you," she continued before her tongue met his shaft.

At an agonizingly sluggish pace, the busty blonde ascended, her tongue licking Mark's entire cock before she met the head. A glint of mischievousness appeared in her blue eyes as she played with the tip for a few seconds.

And then.

Kelsey popped her brother's cock in her mouth.