Tiffany's apparently really good at giving blowjobs

Tiffany had once called her room her fortress of solitude. It was her private place, where only the anointed may enter, which meant that the room was usually barred to you. She kept her door closed whenever she was here, and you can’t help but draw parallels between it and the state of your relationship even if now, things are very different.

Lewd slurping sounds echo through Tiffany’s inner sanctum as she fellates you on her own bed; the place she’s spent countless nights dreaming what the future has in store for her. Somehow, you doubt she ever pictured her future would be quite like this.

Grinning wolfishly, you entwine your fingers through her hair, gently encouraging her movements. She doesn’t even react, really, beyond flashing you annoyed looks. Annoyed as she is, it seems like she’s more worried about pissing you off than being pissed off. A first for her, and you quite like it.

She’s been very compliant ever since you threatened to cut yourself out of her life. Whatever her reservations may have been, she seems content to allow you to determine exactly how much of your cock is in her hot, wet mouth. The fact that you’ve broken a taboo seems only to excite her. She’s slipped a hand between her legs and it’s not difficult to imagine what she could be doing down there.

You feel an incredible surge of pleasure as your sister’s cheeks become concave as she sucks on your shaft with far more intensity and skill than Sharon has shown so far. Jared’s mother is amazing at blowjobs, but even she has nothing on Tiffany in that regard. Apparently, the redhead has plenty of experience giving head. That, or she’s just naturally talented. You vastly prefer the latter theory over the former, but maybe it’s best you stop thinking about it altogether and just enjoy the blowjob.

Her movements are slow one moment, then frantic and passionate the next. She doesn’t let you relax or get too comfortable with any specific rhythm. Whenever you get used to her pace, she changes her tempo, sucking your cock faster or slower. Every so often, she’ll spit your cock out of her mouth and lick or kiss down the sides of your shaft. The cool air makes her lips and tongue seem scalding by comparison.

When you have enough of that, you tighten your grip on her hair. She submits immediately to your movements, allowing you to position your cock in front of her lips again and then opening them, lowering her head downward until your cockhead nudges the edge of her throat. She gags repeatedly, warm spittle dribbling past her lips. She looks incredibly undignified, a far cry from the haughty young woman who’d always been so dismissive towards you. She moves upward then, resisting your hand. You’ve kept her down there too long. You let up the pressure, allowing her to move herself upward until your cock leaves her mouth with an audible “plort.”

She starts jerking you off again. Her hand moves slowly up and down your slick, saliva-covered cock.

“Shit. Don’t try to **** it down my throat like that. It really hurts when you’re not ready for it,” she says, glaring at you all the while.

“Ah, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you say.

“It’s fine,” a small smile rewards your apology. You wonder what she's thinking right now. Things have been rather tumultuous between the two of you over the last few minutes. You’d crossed a lot of lines and broken down more than one boundary that would see the two of you reviled and shunned by society. You’ve established a measure of dominance over her by threatening to leave if she didn’t do what you want. That she’d caved frantically and almost immediately showed that there likely isn’t much that you can’t leverage against her need for your approval.

“You like my cock, don’t you? Is it bigger than Rick’s? You can be honest with me, Tiff,” you say teasingly.

She flashes you a dirty look. You respond with an easy smile and a knowing look. For a moment, it looks like she’s going to tell you to fuck off, but then she bites her lip, apparently thinking better of angering you when she so values your appreciation.

“I love your cock,” her breath tickles your wet cockhead. She tightens her hand around your cock and starts jerking it fast. “It’s so nice and thick. And yeah, it’s… it’s bigger than Rick’s.”

Your cock twitches, and though you’re aware she might not mean a word of what she says, pride and dominance well up in your chest. You wish you’d had your phone out when she’d said that so you could play it whenever you want.

“Yeah, it makes sense Rick’s cock would be small. Why else would you be so horny and **** that you’re sucking on your little brother’s cock?” you goad her.

She flashes you another dirty look, but it’s less intense than the first one. Some part of you in a deep, dark corner of your mind wants to laugh at her, to brag about finally getting the upper hand. Another, more rational part of you remarks that the control you have over her is still rather delicate, predicated on her emotions rather than your commands, and you restrain yourself.

Her beautiful emerald eyes glimmer strangely then, and before you can ask her what she’s thinking, she leans forward, drawing your gaze to her massive breasts as they wobble beneath her. She gently plants her lips on your cockhead and gives it a lingering kiss.

“You know what? You’re kind of right. I am ****. Rick’s cock isn’t the biggest and he really isn’t that great in bed. Usually he doesn’t last very long. It’s his fault I’m **** suck my brother’s big, fat cock,” she licks her lips and whispers, “You want to know a little secret?”

“Definitely.”

“Rick never made me cum. Not a single time that I can remember,” she jerks you faster now. She lowers her eyes, avoiding your gaze. “I always had to rub myself out or use a sex toy to get myself off. He’d be sleeping right next to me, already having blown his load, and he wouldn’t even hear me. I know I keep telling you, Mom, and Dad that everything’s been great, but I’m so fucking frustrated about all of this.”

She kisses your cockhead again. Your manhood throbs in response, nudging itself against her plush lips, as if demanding entrance. She backs off slightly, breaking contact.

You gently stroke her hair again.

“Do you regret getting pregnant? Dropping out of school?”

She shakes her head.

“No. I mean, at first I did. I was so nervous. I had all these things I wanted to do and when I got pregnant, all those plans I had for my life suddenly fell apart. But, um,” she smiles warmly.

“You love Ronnie,” you nod.

She grins.

“When I gave birth and I held him for the first time, it was like none of those plans I made for myself mattered anymore. I just wish… god, I know this is going to sound horrible. Rick’s a great father. He’s nurturing and sweet and attentive, but only with Ronnie. He never really makes time for just me, you know? And when he does it just feels like…” she shakes her head in frustration.

“Like something’s missing?” you keep stroking her hair.

She nods. Her eyes shimmer slightly.

“Yeah.”

You nod, wondering if she’s actually telling the truth or if she’s saying what she thinks you want to hear. You’ve seen Tiffany and Rick together. They’ve always seemed happy. They do fight on occasion, but that’s normal in relationships. Isn’t it? Have the adjustments you’ve made to her under hypnosis changed how she sees their relationship? The part where she mentioned when Rick did give attention would seem to point to evidence of your conditioning affecting her mind. But she’d also said he didn’t really pay attention to her, and that most of his focus seemed to be on taking care of Ronnie. Maybe it’s not true. Maybe your commands are making it seem worse for Tiffany, but the way she looks at you, her eyes wide and ****, a part of you wonders if Rick really has not been giving her enough attention.

You cup your sister’s chin in your hand and gently guide her to look up at you.

“If you feel lonely, or you just want to talk, I’m here you know? I promise I won’t judge.”

She smiles.

“Really? You’d let me do that after all the shit I put you through?”

You smile back.

“Sure, definitely. We can talk. Shoot the shit about whatever, whenever. Just as long as I get to come in here and get a nice long blowjob from you whenever I want,” you say.

She laughs and smacks you on the thigh hard enough for it to sting.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” she shakes her head. “Fine, I don’t mind sucking my brother’s cock every day. But you’d better be serious about what you said. And I want something else, too.”

“What? You want me to play with your pussy and make you cum again?”

She raises her eyebrows in surprise.

“Hm. Well, that too. But I was thinking something more along the lines of compliments, know? I want you to say nice things about me. I mean, you like my big tits, right?” She moves her free arm underneath her breasts and pushes them upward for emphasis. “Tell me how much you like them and all that jazz.”

She looks so cute like that, and it’s amazing how open and **** her gaze seems. She really values your opinion, not like before. It’s amazing seeing your hypnotic commands in action. You love the way she smiles when her breasts draw your eye.

“I can do that. I’ll start now, actually. Your tits are absolutely amazing. Did you know I’ve fantasized about them for years? And that every time I saw you in a bikini or bathing suit that showed them off, I’d have this uncontrollable urge to go to my room and jerk off?”

Tiffany practically beams at you. Her face flushes bright red. She moves her arm from beneath her breasts to twirl a free lock of her hair.

“No way! I had no idea you jerked off thinking about me,” she gushes. “I wish I showed you my tits when you started noticing them. I can’t believe I was so stupid not to realize how much you liked them.”

You almost snort as you take in the absurdity of what she’s saying. She’s reacting like a girl whose longtime high school crush admitted to liking her all along.

“Yeah, that was pretty stupid of you,” you agree, eliciting a sour look from Tiffany. “Hey, your words, not mine.”

“Asshole. You always have to ruin the moment,” she grumbles. When you raise your eyebrows, she pales slightly. “B-but you’ve got an amazing cock. It’s so nice and thick. I could just suck on it all day. Let me go back to doing that.”

Without waiting for any further input from you, she seals her lips over your cockhead again. Her tongue flicks repeatedly against your cockslit before swirling around the swollen head. Clear saliva leaks between her lips, dribbling down your cock.

She lowers herself again, resuming the blowjob with gusto. Your cockhead nudges the back of her throat again, and she gags, but instead of pulling back, she grabs the underside of your thighs and forces herself downward.

Raw, unadulterated pleasure courses through your member as your cockhead enters her tight throat. She continues downward, swallowing repeatedly. Her eyes grow wet and teary as she accommodates inch after aching inch inside her mouth and throat until finally her lips rest against the bottom of your shaft. You let out a shuddering breath. Tiffany’s throat is so fucking tight. You tense, and through a supreme effort you manage to stop yourself from cumming your brains out, but it’s a close thing. You feel like the next move Tiffany makes is probably going to send you over the edge.

“H-holy shit,” you groan. “Fuck. I had no idea you could take a cock in your throat like that! You’re amazing!”

Your sister hums happily. After a few seconds, she moves upward. Her tongue swirls and licks at your shaft until she pops off your cock again. She inhales deeply before inhaling your cock again, much faster this time. Your cock goes past the edge of her throat like her gag reflex barely exists and within moments you feel that incredible warmth again, all along your manhood.

“Oh fuck,” you grunt, gritting your teeth. “Tiff, I think I’m gonna cum.”

She hums again, but makes no move to take your cock out of her mouth. She just stays there, her green eyes looking up at you expectantly.

“Ugh… didn’t you hear what I just said?” you mutter.

In response, she swallows again, pushing you over the edge.

Your balls clench and within moments you start spurting into your sister’s throat. She swallows greedily around your cock, accepting spurt after spurt of your hot baby batter into her stomach.

She keeps your cock ensconced in her throat for another few seconds before moving upward slowly. Wet squelching sounds exit her mouth as extricates your cock from her throat. Moments later, your cock pops from her mouth. Your wet shaft slowly begins to soften.

What the fuck?

There doesn’t seem to be even a drop of cum on your cock. Has she… you stare at your sister with wide, disbelieving eyes. She swallows again and, seemingly picking up on your silent question, opens her mouth. She lifts her tongue and then twirls it from side to side before closing her mouth.

“Hm,” she shifts herself onto her knees, leaning back slightly. She pats her stomach. “Not bad. I could definitely get used to that taste.”

You stare at her before shaking your head.

“Christ,” you mutter. “You actually like the taste of your brother’s cum?”

Tiffany raises an eyebrow.

“I didn’t say I liked it. I just said ‘not bad’,” she quotes herself in a lighter voice and shrugs her shoulders. “Now, I think you owe your big sister some appreciation for what she’s done for you.”

You nod slowly. If she derives enjoyment from your compliments, why not use them to keep her happy and compliant until you can cement your control over her mind?

“You give amazing blowjobs,” you say. The way her lips twitch upwards stirs something warm inside you.

“Yeah? I could tell by looking at your scrunched up expression when you unloaded in my throat. What else?”

She moves her hands to her breasts and starts massaging them.

“Uh, you’re beautiful. You have this amazing voluptuous body that I can’t take my eyes off of. I love your tits; the way they jiggle when you walk and with every little movement you make.”

Her smirk slowly morphs into a full Cheshire grin. Her eyes gleam in a way that reminds you of a forest predator stalking its prey. She takes her hands off her breasts and starts smacking them softly on the sides and underneath. You can only stare as if mesmerized white she causes her tits to jiggle and wobble back and forth, up and down.

Your cock twitches back to hardness.

“Oh?” Tiffany glances down at your member. Her green eyes stare curiously at your cock. “You just came and you’re already ready to go again? You must be really backed up.”

You smirk.

“Would you believe me if I said that wasn’t even the first time I came today?”

“No.” She answers with a shake of her head and a smile.

“I know how long guys last. Usually you can go once, maybe two times if you haven’t done anything the night before. There’s no fucking way you’re backed up enough to cum three times in one day.”

This would be the fourth time today, actually, but you don’t bother telling her that.

You shrug, allowing her disbelief to wash over you. It’s not as if you blame her, really. If you’d talked about this before you’d met Charles and he’d thrown you into this amazing new world, she might have been right. But… ever since you’d been sent here, it’s like you don’t even have a refractory period. If something arouses you, you get hard. No if, ands, or buts about it. Even now, after already having cum once from Sharon’s movie theater blowjob, again inside Marissa’s achingly tight, neglected married pussy, and a third time down into your older sister’s stomach, you feel like you can easily ejaculate again. You don’t even feel tired. Not mentally or physically. You can’t even remember feeling tired last night. You’d just closed your eyes and gone to sleep.

Not for the first time, you wonder if Charles might have slipped a little something extra into the mix when he sent you here.

“Aw, don’t feel bad. It’s not like I think you’re less manly or anything. Hell, you’ve got a lot more energy than most guys I’ve been with. So,” she puts a hand on your knee. “What do you want to do next?”

Before you can open your mouth to reply, you hear a knock from the hallway.

Tiffany’s eyes widen as she turns to look at her door.

“Um, Mrs. Thompson. Is that you?” she reflexively grabs her comforter, covering her chest.

You glance below and see two shadows in the doorframe. Someone is standing right outside the door, but why aren’t they answering?

Another series of knocks raps against the wooden door.

Tiffany frowns.

“Mrs. Thompson? Mom, is that you? Did you and Dad get home early?”

Silence follows, stretching out for a few seconds. Then, another knock thuds against the wooden door. The knocks seem soft, half-hearted, like whoever’s doing it isn’t even clenching their fist.

Your sister turns to face you, a concerned look on her face.

“Okay, this is really starting to get weird,” she says, before raising her voice. “Look, Mrs. Thompson, this isn’t funny.”

Her only reply is another knock on the door.

You stare at the door. Who could be knocking if it wasn’t Sharon? Dad or Rick might do it to pull a prank if they’re feeling particularly annoying, but this doesn’t feel like a prank. But if it’s Sharon, why didn’t she answer when Tiffany asked who it was?

A pit opens in your chest.

What if Sharon’s knocking on Tiffany’s door to let you know she’s in a trance, and the only reason she’s not answering is because she can only hear and respond to your voice?

Tiffany gets off the bed and reaches for her discarded shirt. Glancing at you, she mouths a command to get dressed.

You sigh deeply.

This could be a problem.

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