Why not right here at home? ( content)

Even a cursory glance at my internet search history would inform one that this wasn’t a difficult decision for me to make. Especially not if these powers would work as Lyneth seemed to imply.

“Uh, well, you won’t judge, right?”

Lyneth smiled, “It would be quite an oversight if I could judge you for your particular kinks, given that lustful energy is what primarily fuels me. What’s going on in that cute little head of yours?”

“Well, we could just test it out here,” I replied a bit sheepishly, unable to help being a little embarrassed by indirectly revealing such a deep secret of mine.

“Oh my, you’re attracted to your own family members. Don’t worry, I can sympathize. I frequently dominate and tease my brother in Hell.” Lyneth winked and chuckled.

Oddly, knowing that she had similar interests made me feel a bit more comfortable. At the time I didn’t really consider that having matching interests with a literal demon shouldn’t have made me more comfortable.

“Anyway, we certainly can do our little test run here, in fact if my instincts for potential sexy opportunities are on point, and they typically are, we might be in luck right now.” Lyneth said and then snapped her fingers.

I watched in dumbfounded amazement as clothing suddenly materialized on her, though it wasn’t much. On her torso materialized a matte black bra that was ill-fitted for her huge breasts, resulting in bulges around the material and a very tight valley of cleavage. On top of this bra was a fishnet garment cut in the shape of a tanktop, giving full unobstructed viewing of her entire ample chest. On her bottom she wore a black, pleated microskirt that only just barely managed to cover the black thong she had already been wearing. This was the full extent of her outfit, and I was quite pleased to find it sufficiently slutty and punk goth for my tastes.

“How’s this for an outfit, Master?” she asked, groping her own tits and grinning at me.

“It’s barely there, so I love it.”

Lyneth giggled, “All right, follow me.”

She spun around in place and I noted that I couldn’t really see the wings or tail at all now even though I knew they were there, and walked to the door, motioning with a finger for me to follow her.

I did so, stepping through the door and into the hall. I was surprised to see us stepping past my sister’s door, instead going down the stairs to the ground floor. I couldn’t help but notice Lyneth’s rather shapely behind jiggling under her skirt which did little to hide it. It was making me very horny against my wishes, since I was genuinely curious to know what she could do for me with her powers and didn’t want to get sidetracked.

I didn’t have to be tormented for long, we stopped in front of the door of the house’s master bedroom which, of course, belonged to my cousin Amanda.

“All right, wait here, Master,” Lyneth said and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” I heard my cousin call through.

“Lyn, you busy?”

“Nah, just got out of the shower. Come on in.”

The succubus turned to me and gave me a grin and a wink before opening the door and stepping through.

“What’s up?” Amanda asked and then there was a sudden flash of pinkish light from the doorway.

“You can come in now,” Lyneth called to me.

I blinked and stepped through the door. Laying on Amanda’s king-size bed was the clothes I had seen her wearing earlier today. I almost didn’t notice them on account of them sharing the same pink, girly color and style as almost everything else in the room. Amanda herself was seated on the edge of the bed, a white towel wrapped around her torso.

Her green eyes were oddly vacant, and she did not appear to notice me at all as I entered the room.

“What did you do?” I asked, “Is she okay?” I was suddenly worried that the jig was up, and this was the true price to be paid, having my family and loved ones turned into soulless husks.

“She’s fine, don’t worry. I just put her in a trance. I can take her out of it anytime and she’ll be back to normal if you want her to be.”

“If I want her to be?” I repeated.

Lyneth smiled in that patient way at me, “Well, what’s the fun of putting her in a trance if we aren’t going to be making a few changes?”

“Like what kind of changes, to her personality?”

Lyneth nodded, “I can also do physical changes. Could even turn her into a man if you were into that sort of thing.”

“I’m not,” I said, “but interesting. Go on.”

Lyneth grinned and turned to Amanda, “Stand up,” she ordered.

Amanda did so almost immediately and unflinchingly. This had the side effect of making her towel fall off, as she was making no effort to keep it wrapped tightly around her anymore. It fell and she made no attempt to cover her nude form.

I was immediately stunned by two things. Firstly, that this was happening at all. If Lyneth’s spell hadn’t been working, I would have had a knee in my balls, and I would be doubled over in pain. I would have also likely been thrown out of the house by the next morning with all of my belongings smashed beyond repair. If there was any proof that Lyneth was the real deal, the fact that I was staring at my cousin’s naked form without her even trying to cover herself was it.

The second thing I was stunned by was, in fact, the naked form. I had never seen Amanda nude before, and I was pretty floored by just how nice of a body she had. Her figure was toned but soft-looking, and her freckles did nothing to detract from her amazing curves. On the contrary, they made her even more attractive in sort of an adorable way.

“Mmm, you’ve always wanted to see her like this, haven’t you?” Lyneth asked.

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. Amanda is pretty hot.”

“You’ve always wanted to touch her too, to see what her tits would feel like in your bare hands.”

I nodded and swallowed hard. It was strange and slightly worrying to be seen through so thoroughly.

“Well, go right ahead, I certainly won’t stop you, and she won’t either as long as she’s in the trance.”

I looked at Lyneth briefly, then back to Amanda. I was still a bit nervous and as I reached my hands forward, I got hit with a sudden wave of vertigo, the sort of feeling I usually got when I walked into a room I wasn’t supposed to be in. But my hands inevitably made contact with her shapely orbs and I was immediately glad they did. They were like a pair of marshmallows, but springier I noted as I bounced them up and down in my hands. I even gave their little pink nipples a pinch, noting a slight tensing up from Amanda’s body when I did.

I looked over at Lyneth, “You sure she’s not going to mind?”

“She won’t have any memory of it as long as I tell her not to. I, and by extension you, are in complete control of what she remembers and doesn’t remember about this encounter.”

With that in mind I began squeezing her breasts even more, being a little rougher as I kneaded the flesh in my hands. They were different than Lyneth’s, whose tits were supernaturally soft, but they were still extremely pleasant to feel.

“So, you can put people into trances to let me have my way with them,” I said, summarizing the situation.

“Now let’s get to the good stuff,” Lyneth said, sliding behind me quietly and pressing her breasts against my back as she hugged me from behind and began whispering in my ear. “What sort of changes do you want? Just about anything is on the table. Tell me what she’s like in your darkest fantasies of her, let’s start there.”

That was a hell of a green light, and a few of my favorite fantasies of Amanda came creeping to mind immediately. But I was hesitant to say anything, it seemed a bit too cruel and immoral.

“Ah yes,” Lyneth began, seeming to pick up on my hesitation, “this is the part where you start to question the ethics of such a proposition.”

I nodded, “Pretty much, yeah.”

“Well, we certainly don’t have to do anything. I will be equally happy in the position of your only lover if that’s truly what you wish for. But I should probably inform you that nothing we do is permanent. Any changes I make can be unmade, and any memories can be altered to restore normalcy. If the moral weight of what you do becomes too heavy, I can alter your memory as well, should you want me to.

“Also, you should know that altering their personalities and memories is completely seamless. It is not going to be the case that I am simply controlling their minds and puppeteering their actions without their consent. I am simply setting things up so they will come to the conclusions and actions I want them to all on their own. It will not be as though they are trapped in their own mind unable to change anything… unless you’re into that.”

“Definitely not,” I replied, “but that does make me feel a little better. So, if I decide at some point down the road, even tomorrow, that I don’t like what we’re doing I can just undo it and put things back the way they were?”

“Absolutely.”

With that in mind, I began to think about what I wanted for my dear cousin Amanda.