Tranced Tiffany

You hold the phone against your ear.

“So where are you, Tiff?”

Your sister pauses for a few moments before replying.

“I’m home. In my room,” she says.

You nod.

“You’re alone?”

“Yes,” she says.

Relief fills you. You’d been worried somewhat that she’d called you in full view of Mom, Dad, or – God forbid – Rick. Thankfully it turns out those worries were unfounded. Now you just have to decide what you’re actually going to tell your sister. She’s in a trance, and from what you remember about your previous session with her, you’ve essentially gotten her to tolerate you touching her pretty much anywhere you want.

“From now on, whenever you fall into a trance and I’m not around, you’ll make sure you’re alone before calling me. And if anyone walks in on you while you’re talking to me in a trance, you’ll act like you’re awake and say goodbye to me before hanging up the phone. You’ll keep acting like you’re awake until you wake up from your trance for real. You’ll remember talking to me on the phone, but not what we talked about, and you’ll reason that’s because we talked about routine stuff that isn’t really worth remembering and you’ll get on with your day. Do you understand?”

A gaggle of people pass by you near the end of your final sentence, and you stare at them warily. You watch them as they continue on, finally disappearing into one of the theaters further down.

“I understand…” Tiffany mumbles faintly.

You hum softly as you ponder what you’ll say to her next. What you’ll have her do, say or believe. Your heart beats excitedly. It could be anything. Anything at all, but you won’t have that much time. Five minutes at most. You really should look into having a planned roadmap for the women you know describing in detail what you’ll say to them when they fall into a trance. Maybe you’ll keep a notebook or a memo on your phone with bullet points. You’ll have to make sure no one else gets a hold of it. Even if you try to explain it away as something fictional you’ve been writing, the idea is not something you want spread.

“Hey Tiff, are you still there?”

“Yeah.”

“You know how you’re comfortable with me touching you? That I’m doing you a favor every time I touch you?”

“Mhm.”

“You feel something similar whenever I look at you. Every time my eyes are on you, you feel appreciated.”

“Mmmm.”

“How do you feel whenever I look at you?”

“I feel appreciated?”

“You feel appreciated whenever I look at you. Say it.”

“I feel appreciated every time you look at me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with me looking at you, is there? I’m just appreciating you, after all, aren’t I?”

“You’re just appreciating me,” she parrots obediently. Your cock twitches in your pants.

“Remember that summer two or so years ago when we stayed at Aunt Leslie’s lake house?”

“Yeah.”

“You swam in the lake a lot, didn’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“What did you usually wear when you went to the lake, Tiff?”

She pauses for a moment before replying.

“I wore my bathing suit.”

You smile. Tiffany was always voluptuous so she’d been quite the sight when she wore a tight two-piece bathing suit that seemed to barely cover up her large boobs.

“Now I want you to imagine you’re at the lake. It’s sunny and warm and the water’s clear and peaceful. You’re near the edge of the water and you notice me watching you from close by. Do you see me?”

“I see you.”

“How do you feel?”

“I feel appreciated,” she says.

“Why do you feel appreciated, Tiff?”

A short pause.

“Because you’re watching me.”

“And it doesn’t matter how much clothing you’re wearing, as long as I’m watching you. If I’m watching you, you feel appreciated. Isn’t that right?”

“Mhm.”

“So there’s no reason for you to keep the bikini on at this point, is there?”

“N… yes there is…”

You shake your head.

“Like what?”

“You’re my brother. You shouldn’t be looking at me while I’m naked,” she whispers.

“But you feel appreciated when I look at you, even if you’re naked, don’t you?”

“Yes, but it’s still wrong…”

“That just makes it even more amazing that I’m able to appreciate you, though. I mean, think about it. If you’re my sister and I shouldn’t be looking at you while you’re naked, it should be difficult for me to appreciate you for the way you look. But you’re so beautiful and amazing that you captured my attention anyway.”

She doesn’t answer, so you continue.

“You know that a lot of men find you attractive, Tiff, right?”

It was true. Tiffany’s red hair and green eyes had always made her stand out from most of the girls in her peer group. Then her body had blossomed, and she’d grown her huge tits and wide hips and a juicy bubble butt. It was difficult to find a friend of yours who didn’t stare at Tiffany openly when you had them over to hang out; back when you still had friends. It had always made you slightly jealous when you realized that because your friends weren’t related to Tiffany, they technically had a better chance of sleeping with her than you ever did.

But that changed when you entered this new world, where the minds of every mother on Earth are yours to manipulate as you please. Now, women like Tiffany and your mother aren’t these achingly attractive, unattainable women they’d been for your entire life. Now, all you have to do is reach out and take them.

“Yeah,” Tiffany says, a hint of pride suffusing her voice. You smile. Your older sister had certainly never lacked confidence. It’s time to use that against her.

“So it should be no surprise that I’d find your body attractive, Tiff. It’s not wrong for me to appreciate someone as beautiful as you, even if you’re my sister. Is it?”

“I… guess not.”

“In fact, because we’re related, it means I’m capable of appreciating you a lot more than just about any other man. It means you’re so attractive that you’ve helped me overcome the taboo of looking at my own sister’s body. There’s no shame in that, Tiff. If anything, you should feel proud and more appreciated than ever whenever your brother looks at you, even when you’re naked. Especially when you’re naked. Do you understand?”

“Yeah,” she croaks, almost breathlessly.

You manhood twitches again.

“Now imagine we’re back on the lake. We’re alone and you’re in a bikini. You notice me watching you and you feel proud. You feel appreciated. You feel amazing that your brother has overcome a major societal taboo to appreciate how amazing your body is. What do you do next?”

There’s a short pause on the other end of the call. Tiffany moans softly.

“I take my bathing suit off,” she says quietly.

“You feel much better now, don’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“Why do you feel better, Tiff?”

“Because my body is so amazing it helped my brother overcome a major taboo.”

“You like feeling appreciated. It means you’re attractive, doesn’t it?”

“I’m attractive,” she agrees readily.

“You need to be appreciated. If you’re not being appreciated, it means you’re not attractive, doesn’t it?”

“Not attractive…”

“Repeat after me: if I’m not being appreciated, it means I’m not attractive.”

“If I’m not being appreciated, it means I’m not attractive.”

“Say it again,” you command.

“If I’m not being appreciated, it means I’m not attractive.”

“Again, and feel yourself internalizing the words. The less appreciated you feel, the uglier you feel.”

“If I’m not being appreciated, it means I’m not attractive.”

“Good. It’s easy for most men to look at you. You’re not their sister, so there’s no taboo for them to overcome, is there?” you say.

“No.”

“Say it.”

“There’s no taboo for them to overcome,” she obeys.

“Since there’s no taboo standing in the way of most men looking at you, they don’t need to appreciate you as much as I do whenever I overcome that taboo. They can just look at you and feel no guilt or shame or anything. All they have to do is enjoy you, so they appreciate you less.”

Tiffany groans.

“Picture yourself at the lake again, except now there are dozens of men there, including Rick. All the men are staring at you, but you can’t find me there, can you?”

“No,” she says.

“I’m not appreciating you, am I?”

“No.”

“None of the men watching you are really appreciating you if they don’t have to overcome a massive taboo to do it, are they?”

“No. Where are you, John?” she asks, a tinge of desperation in her voice.

“It bothers you that your brother isn’t watching you, because compared to the rest of the men around you, I might as well be the only one who can appreciate how beautiful and amazing you are. Isn’t that right?”

“You’re the only one who appreciates me,” she whimpers.

“Why’s that?” you ask.

“Because you have to overcome a taboo,” she says.

“So while you’re standing there being watched by dozens of men, you don’t feel appreciated at all, do you?”

“I don’t feel appreciated…”

“You feel unattractive. You feel ugly. You wish your brother was there, watching you. You wish you could feel him overcome that taboo to stare at his older sister.”

“Mmm…” she moans softly.

“It’s easy for a man to stare at a woman if he isn’t related to her, but when he does that, he’s not really appreciating her, is he?”

“No, he isn’t,” Tiffany says.

“He’s taking the easy way out, just all the men who are staring at you right now, even Rick. Can you really say he appreciates you if he doesn’t have to overcome a huge taboo to find you attractive?”

“I-”

“Rick isn’t your brother. Say it.”

“Rick isn’t my brother,” she repeats.

“It’s easy for him to look at you, because there’s no taboo for him doing so. How does that make you feel?”

“I don’t-”

“It’s easy for a man to stare at a woman if he isn’t related to her,” you say.

“Easy…”

“Rick isn’t your brother, is he?”

“No, he isn’t,” she says.

“Rick isn’t related to you in any way.”

“Not related…”

“There’s no taboo for Rick to overcome to look at you or find you attractive. It’s easy for him to stare at you. That’s why he’s looking at you, isn’t it?”

“…yes…” she whispers so quietly you almost don’t hear her.

“He doesn’t truly appreciate you. He can’t, because he doesn’t have to get past a taboo to see how beautiful you truly are. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” she says, more loudly this time.

“When he looks at you, you know he’s just taking the easy way out. He doesn’t really appreciate you or find you attractive. He’s just looking at you because there aren’t any taboos standing in the way, and it makes you feel terrible and awful and unappreciated and ugly.”

“Ugly,” she mutters angrily.

“As Rick and the other men stare at you, you can’t help but think about me, and how hard it must have been for me to overcome my taboo and appreciate you. You need to be appreciated.”

“I need to be appreciated.”

“In order to be appreciated, you need your brother to look at you and find you attractive, because he’ll have to overcome a big taboo to do that, won’t he?”

“He’ll have to overcome a big taboo,” she mutters, a hint of anticipation in her voice.

“Tell me what you want right now.”

“I want my brother to look at me,” she says. “I want to feel him appreciate me as he… overcomes a big taboo.”

“You ask Rick where I am and he says that I’m in Aunt Leslie’s house. Your fiancé is staring at your body lecherously. How does that make you feel?”

“Ugly. Unappreciated,” she grumbles.

“Why’s that?” you say.

“Rick isn’t my brother.”

You grin wolfishly. God, you wish you were home right now. It’d be amazing to see Tiff’s face right now.

“You don’t feel attractive or appreciated unless your brother is looking at you, huh?”

“That’s right,” Tiffany says.

“What do you do now?” you ask.

“I brush past Rick and make my way to Aunt Leslie’s house,” she replies immediately.

“What do you do when you get inside?”

“I look around until I find you,” she says.

“Where do you find me?” you say.

“In the guestroom you stayed in.”

“The one that has a window overlooking the lake?”

“Yes, that one,” she replies.

“You find me lying down on the bed, but when you enter my room I look away from you.”

“Why?” she asks, and you can’t help but notice the frustration in her voice.

“Because there’s no point in appreciating a woman if all you can do is look at her. I need more,” you say. “So I’m trying to suppress my attraction to you, because I know there’s no way you’ll ever find your brother attractive enough to do something with me. But you need to be appreciated.”

“I need to be appreciated,” she parrots seemingly without a second thought.

“And your brother is the only one even remotely capable of truly appreciating you, because he has to overcome a taboo to do so.”

“Overcome a taboo…”

“Every other man makes you feel ugly and unappreciated.”

“Ugly and unappreciated,” you imagine she’s nodding as she says the words.

“You need to get me to look at you. You need to be appreciated.”

“I need to get you to look at me. I need to be appreciated,” she says.

“Without your brother, you’ll never feel appreciated, will you?”

“No,” she says.

“But I can’t look at you, because then I’ll need to do more than look. What do you do, Tiffany?”

“I take off… huh? John? When did we start talking on the phone?”

Shit, she’s woken up!

“Oh, um. I called you a few minutes ago to, uh, express how much I appreciate you. That’s all,” you fumble for a response and do surprisingly well.

“Aw, that’s so sweet!” she practically gushes. “I love it when you appreciate me. Most guys don’t really know how to do that, you know?”

You chuckle genuinely, amazed that she’s actually going along with what you’re saying. At least some of what you said seems to have stuck in that head of hers.

“I guess. So yeah, that’s all I had to say.”

“Oh, okay,” Tiffany says, her voice somewhat subdued. “So when do you think you’ll be home?”

You shrug. Now that’s an interesting question. You could just go back into the theater, drag Sharon out, and have her drive you home right away, but Marissa’s expecting you to meet her after the movie. Maybe you’ll go home afterward and see what effect your commands have had on Tiffany?

“I’m not sure, to be honest,” you say.

“Huh. That sucks,” Tiffany says. “Well, can you let me know when you’re on your way home?”

“Sure thing, but why?”

“Just do it, idiot,” she grumbles.

“Fine,” you say. There’s a long pause between the two of you, and you think you can hear her breathing. An idea pops in your head, and you decide to take a risk. “Hey, Tiff, do you think you could do something for me?”

“That depends,” your sister replies noncommittally.

“Can you take a picture of yourself and send it to me? I don’t have any of you on my phone and I want to use it for your contact page.”

She doesn’t reply for a long moment. You hear rustling in the background, and for a minute you think she’s not going to do it.

“There. Sent,” she says. “Now let me know when you’re on your way back, okay? I really want to see you.”

“Fine. Talk to you later,” you say.

“Bye,” she replies, “I love you.”

“Love you too,” your eyes widen. You can’t even remember the last time Tiffany said she loved you.

Your sister hums softly over the phone before hanging up.

A moment later, your phone chimes with a notification.

You hold it up and find a text message from Tiffany. You open it, and your eyes widen at the image within.

Your older sister smiles at you through the picture, which seems to have been taken selfie-style. Her dazzling green eyes glimmer with pride, like she knows exactly how attractive she is. She’s topless, and you’re treated with the sight of her huge, bare breasts for the first time. Her pale, creamy titflesh is absolutely amazing to look at, and you can’t help but imagine your cock between them. Her nipples are hard, and she has her free arm wrapped underneath her breasts, pushing them upward.

A line of text at the bottom of the picture manages to draw your attention after a few minutes of staring.

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