Start with Anna

Thinking about it for more than a second you realize who you want first. Anna has been such a little bitch to you for such a long time, she deserves to be brought down. You grin as you think of all the ways you can make her your obedient little slut. Your mind races with thoughts of the best way to start this process, and you realize you’re overcomplicating things. All you need to do is go talk to her and she’s yours.

You walk downstairs after getting dressed to find the house as it usually is. Your mother’s on the couch in her sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt reading a book, not really seeming to pay you or anything else much mind. Clara’s in the kitchen talking to a friend on the phone while she makes herself a sandwich. Your eyes wander down to her tight little ass squeezed into those skinny jeans and the hint of skin revealed from her belly shirt. Along with her ponytail she looks ripe for the plucking.

You realize you’re staring and quickly avert your gaze as she looks back at you. One thing at a time, you think to yourself, you’ll make her your bitch soon enough.

After realizing there’s no sign of Anna here you decide to ask your mother where she is.

“In her room I think,” she says, not looking up from her book. “Why do you need to talk to her?” Your pulse quickens a little at that. Why was she asking this? Was she suspicious of you somehow? You realize that she had ample opportunity to see you staring at Clara a moment ago. You hold back a swear. This is bad. If your mother’s onto you she could throw a serious wrench in your plans here. You need to deal with this now.

You sit down on the couch beside her. Time to put this new power to the test.

“I just need to ask her for some help with my computer.” It was a good lie, Anna was by far the most tech savvy member of the family.

“I see,” your mother says, making no effort to hide her suspicion. You had a feeling that a lie wouldn’t be enough. Your mother may seem disinterested in everything but you know from experience that she’s incredibly perceptive. But thankfully you have a way to fix all of that.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Your mother raises her eyebrow.

“What sort of secret?” You suppress a grin.

“A secret about what I want from Anna.” You know even before she responds that you have her here, and sure enough she takes the bait. You lean into her ear to whisper to her. “Mom, you're going to enter a trance state like you're hypnotized.” You can see her eyes glaze over as she does just that. You quickly poke her just to make sure. No response, looks like she’s under. As you realize this you can’t help but glance at her large breasts that are so close to your face. Your mother never lost all of the weight she put on after having four kids and it had the side effect of making her breasts massive. You really want to cop a feel, but you decide it’s too risky with Clara so close by. Now to actually fix the situation.

“Mom I want you to forget about any suspicions you had about me that would make you think I was untrustworthy. From now on whenever you hear anything suspicious about me or see any evidence that I’m acting suspicious you’re going to ignore it. If you see me looking at or trying to touch my sisters you’ll ignore that too. Nod if you understand.” She nodded. You breathe a sigh of relief. Now to finish up. “As soon as I say wake up you’re going to forget all about me telling you this and just obey my commands without remembering them. You’ll remember that I opened up to you and that you realized you didn’t need to be suspicious of me. Nod if you understand.” She nodded again. You wait a moment before you say the command. “Wake up.” Your mother suddenly stirs awake and yawns.

“Oh that’s fine Damien, sounds like I was worrying too much.” You smile and say that you’re glad she understands before you get up off the couch, thanking her for listening as you walk upstairs to Anna’s room.

If you had been told that you’d be controlling your family like this or that you’d lust after your mother’s tits a few days ago you would have called bullshit. But now you aren’t going to hold back on any desire you had, no matter how depraved it might be.

You walk upstairs to Anna’s room and open the door. She’s sitting at her computer and she looks up at you annoyed.

“What the hell?! Don’t just come into my room like that!” You smirk, that attitude of hers didn’t bother you any more, not when you had power like this.

“Oh please Anna, you’ve done that to me before.” She scowls.

“Whatever. What do you want?” That’s the question isn’t it? You have to decide how you want to make her your bitch. Off the top of your head two options sound like fun. You could dominate her openly. Make her your obedient little slut in full view of the rest of the family and make them pay it no mind or think it’s perfectly normal even as you spank and fuck her in their view. Or you could be sneaky about it. Manipulate her into slowly becoming a total whore as you push her just a bit further each time you interact with her. The choice is yours.