Remy is next

The house was quiet once more, the speakers a constant hum in the background. The digital clock read 12:30 AM. He had plenty of time before dawn to begin the next phase of his plan.

James turned off the speakers with a satisfied smirk. His mind buzzed with excitement, his body still humming from the power he had just experienced. He knew his mother would wake up with only a hazy memory of what had transpired, her mind already rearranging the events into something less disturbing.

He climbed back into bed, the sheets still warm from his earlier activities. He lay there, his thoughts racing, as he listened to the soft snores of his father in the next room. The speakers had done their job, and now it was time to let them rest. They had been running non-stop for hours, weaving their insidious whispers into the fabric of his family's subconscious.

Tomorrow, when Remy and he were alone in the house, he would see just how deep the programming had gone. The anticipation of her submission was almost too much to bear. He knew she had been feeling more submissive towards him, her eyes lingering just a moment too long, her voice a shade softer when she spoke his name.

With a yawn, James turned off the lights and slid between the cool sheets of his bed. The speakers had done their work for the night, and now it was time for him to rest. As he drifted off to sleep, his mind swirling with the sweet scent of his mother's perfume, he couldn't help but imagine the delicious things he had in store for his sisters.

James descended the stairs, his mind already racing with the day's plans. The moment had come to test the depth of his control over Remy. As Tiffany kissed her daughters goodbye and left for work, a sly smile curled on his lips. Zyn, the youngest, was already dressed for school, her eyes glazed from the speakers' relentless whispers. He watched her leave, her hips swaying slightly more than usual, a testament to the sexual undertones he had embedded in her thoughts.

The house was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the fridge in the kitchen. James knew Remy would be there, preparing breakfast with the same robotic efficiency she had always had, but today, something would be different. He approached the kitchen door, his heart pounding with anticipation.

As he entered, he took in the scene before him. Remy was indeed at the stove, her bare feet padding softly on the cool tiles as she moved from pot to pan, a symphony of clanging and sizzling filling the air. She was dressed in a short, frilly apron and a tight-fitting tank top that accentuated her growing breasts. Her ponytail bobbed with each movement, and the light from the window cast a glow on her skin, making her look like a pin-up model from a bygone era.

James leaned against the fridge, his eyes never leaving her. He felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of what he was about to do, but it was quickly drowned out by the thirst for power that had consumed him. The speakers had been whispering to Remy for weeks now, and he knew she was ripe for the picking.

"Good morning," she said, her voice a little too cheerful for the early hour. She turned to face him, a spatula in one hand and a pan of sizzling bacon in the other. The scent of the grease filled the room, mixing with the sweetness of her perfume.

James's eyes traveled down her body, taking in every detail. The apron barely covered her round ass, and he knew that underneath it, she was naked. The thought made his cock throb with anticipation. "Morning," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "Could you come here for a second?"

Remy's eyes flickered with confusion, but she did as she was told. She set the pan of bacon aside and approached him, her hips swinging in a way that was far more provocative than she had ever moved before. As soon as she was within arm's reach, James sprang into action. He grabbed her, his hands surprisingly strong as he pushed her face-first against the wall. The coolness of the surface was a stark contrast to the heat of his touch, and she gasped as she felt his erection pressing against her back.

Her mind was a whirl of confusion and arousal. She had felt this way before, but it was always just a fleeting thought, something to push aside. But now, with the whispers of the speakers echoing through her mind, it was all she could focus on. She felt his hand slide up her thigh, his fingertips dancing closer to her wetness. "M-James?" she stuttered, but she didn't dare move away.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Shh, Remy," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You know you want this. You've always wanted this."

And with those words, her body seemed to melt. Her legs parted slightly, giving him the access he needed. His hand cupped her pussy, his fingers sliding easily into her slick folds. He began to rub her clit, his touch firm and knowing. Remy's moans grew louder, the pleasure building until she was panting against the wall.

"Please, James," she whispered, her voice trembling. But she didn't know what she was asking for. The mind control had left her in a state of perpetual need, a hunger that only he could satisfy. Her body responded to him with a fervor she had never felt before.

"Please what?" he taunted, his voice a dark caress. "Tell me what you want, Remy."

"I... I want you to... to stop," she managed to say, but the words were barely a whisper. She was torn between fear and desire, her mind a battleground of conflicting emotions. But the voice in her head, the one planted by the speakers, was too strong. It whispered that this was what she truly craved.

With a wicked smile, James slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing through the kitchen. Remy yelped, her body jolting at the sudden pain. But instead of retreating, she found herself pushing back against him, her hips rocking in a silent plea for more.

He whispered in her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "But you don't want me to stop, do you, Remy?" His words were a dark promise, a declaration of his intent.

Her response was a moan, her body betraying her. "Y-yes," she stuttered, her voice barely audible. "I want you to... to **** me."

The word hung in the air, a dark confession that made James's heart race. He had never heard his sister say such things, and the power of knowing she wanted it, that she was begging for it, was intoxicating. His hand slammed against the wall beside her head, the sound jolting her. "Is that what you really want?" he asked, his voice a harsh whisper. "To be used like a whore by your own brother?"

Remy nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. "Y-yes," she whimpered. "Please, James."

He stepped back, his cock throbbing with need. He reached down and ripped the apron from her body, leaving her naked and ****. Her ass was a perfect round globes, her pussy glistening with arousal. He couldn't resist anymore. He positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding between her legs. "If you scream," he warned, "I'll stop. Do you understand?"

She nodded frantically, her breath coming in quick pants. "Yes, James. I'll be good."