You call Tiffany for a pickup

“Thanks, Kira,” you say, taking your now empty wallet out of your pocket and sliding Kira’s card into one of its folds. It’s kind of funny how you met Dayna last night and she’s going to law school and the very next day you get your hooks into an actual lawyer. Maybe when you have more influence over the two you can have Kira give Dayna any advice she needs about going through law school and studying for the bar. Perhaps you could even get Dayna a job at that law firm as a paralegal if that’s something she’d be interested in. Something to think about. “I’ll definitely call if I need anything.”

“No problem!” she smiles at you, leaning forward slightly, drawing your eyes to her generous cleavage. “And please call me anytime. Normally after a free consultation I’d charge an hourly rate, but I’ll make an exception for you.”

“Really?” you said, incredulity seeping into your tone.

She nods.

“Of course. You went out of your way to help me out. And, um,” she trails off and blushes slightly.

“What?” You give her a look.

“Don’t worry about it. Just give me a call whenever you feel like it, okay? We don’t even have to talk about legal matters. Trust me, I won’t mind,” she says, plush red lips curving sexily.

“Awesome,” you say.

She licks her lips.

“Well John, I’d love to chat more, but I should probably get going. I’m already late to work as it is and I have an important deposition this afternoon.” She looks down at her discarded pants. “Ugh. And I have to change. Oh, and don’t you have school?”

She narrows her eyes uncertainly, as if she’s recalling something half-remembered.

You frown slightly. You’d forgotten you’d given her that excuse for why you’d been in her yard. But if she doesn’t remember actually catching you in her yard because of your hypnotic commands, why does she remember you telling her you were on your way to school? You wonder how she remembers it in her mind. Does she know that you’d just blurted it out while you were helping her with your burn?

You decide to test how strong her memories are of your earlier interaction. “No, I actually graduated last year.”

“Oh, I see.” She purses her lips. Not a flicker of suspicion crosses her face. You grin easily. That was interesting. You didn’t think she’d believe you, but she did.

She continues, “I must have been misremembering. Anyway, I have to get going, but feel free to stick around if you want.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“You’re okay with me hanging around your house?” you say, only half-astonished that the command had actually worked.

Kira shrugs. She grabs a hand towel from the nearby oven handle and starts drying off her leg, taking care to avoid the faint burn marks. She looks up at you.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be? There’s nothing wrong with you being here, and honestly, you’ve done so much for me that it’s kind of hard to tell you to leave. There’s a spare key under the potted plant on the deck so you can let yourself in if you want or lock the door behind you when you leave. Please, don’t be shy about sticking around. My daughter Hana should be coming home for winter break soon. I’m sure she’d love to meet a nice guy like you,” Kira says, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You chuckle nervously, remember the pretty girl you’d seen in the pictures in the hallway. She really was the splitting image of her mother, and also very well endowed in the breast department. Too bad she’s almost certainly not a mother.

“Is she the girl in some of the pictures in the hallway?” you gesture in their direction. “She looks a lot like you.”

“Yes, that’s her. She’s going to school to be an engineer,” Kira beams proudly. Her smile is so infectious that you can’t help but join her.

“That’s great. She must be pretty smart, then.”

Kira nods readily.

“She is, but more importantly, she’s very driven. You could have all the smarts in the world, but if you don’t put in the effort you won’t accomplish anything.”

You sigh inwardly. Ain’t that the truth.

“I guess she learned that from her mother, the gorgeous hot shot lawyer,” you say, smirking at her.

Kira actually blushes slightly. She playfully slaps your shoulder.

“Oh stop. But I can’t take all the credit. In the end, Hana was the one who made the effort.” She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, squishing them upward slightly. Something in her handbag chimes. She turns and reaches into it, taking out her cellphone. Her eyes widen. “Oh shit, I’m so late! God, and I still have to change!”

“I’ll get out of your hair then,” you say, backing off slightly. “It was really nice meeting you.”

“You too. Please call or stop by anytime!”

She snatches her pants up from the floor and rushes past you towards the nearby stairwell. Your eyes follow her juicy bubble butt as it sways and jiggles with her movements as she runs up the stairwell, not looking back to see if you’ve left. Her purple panties are slightly wedged between her generous asscheeks. You stare up at her, taking in the sight of Kira’s ass until she rounds a corner at the top of the stairs and disappears from view.

You blink. Huh. You guess when she said it was okay if you stuck around, she really was being serious. Incredible how a simple command under hypnosis was able to override all of what must have been her inherent suspicion towards you, turning her from someone who thought you were nothing but a trespasser to someone she trusted with her home and all the property inside. Or maybe she’s in too much of a rush to bother making sure you leave.

You wonder if she’d mind if you went upstairs and watched her change. Perhaps she wouldn’t, but you can’t think of a reason why you’d risk it. You’d forgotten to install a trigger in her mind that would **** her to obey you. There’s no reason you can’t wait until she calls you tomorrow when she’s hypnotized again and you’ll be able to actually cement your hold over her.

Turning, you make your way into the entrance hallway and then through the open front door, making sure to shut it behind you.

The sun kisses your skin as you make your way outside. The clouds you’d noticed in the distance earlier have drifted closer.

You notice the spilled coffee thermos on the driveway and your thoughts grow pensive. That Kira had been burned because she’d fallen into a trance is still bothering you. Why had that happened in the first place? Some kind of flaw baked into this new world? In the end, though, she’d only burned her leg and the burns had been pretty minor, and you’d been there to assist.

You can’t help but wonder if your being there had been a contributing factor. Maybe whatever logic governed when women fell into a trance recognized that you could assist and that mitigated the danger? That might explain things.

You let out a sigh and try to dismiss your worries. Kira’s going to be fine, and she’s guaranteed to be yours now. You content yourself with the knowledge that you’ve gotten your hooks into yet another MILF, a beautiful and powerful one, and your concern fades into the back of your mind. Having a lawyer under your control could potentially allow you to gain access to others like her in the legal profession and the courts and potentially law enforcement, not to mention her clients. A potential step towards making yourself immune from prosecution should the worst occur and people find out about you and Mom.

Thinking of Mom brings a smile to your face. You whip out your phone and look at the picture she’d sent you of herself, her huge breasts almost bursting from her tight sweater’s low neckline.

You could go home now if you wanted, or visit any of the other MILFs you have under your sway. You’d got dinner with Marissa and her family tonight, and she’s promised to dose them all with sleeping pills then so the two of you can have the night to yourselves. She had said she’d be home all day getting ready for you, so there’s really nothing stopping you from visiting her now if you want. The only problem is she lives near the other side of town from Sharon and Kira. Not for the first time, you curse the fact that you don’t have a car of your own. Marissa would probably pick you up, though, no questions asked. So would Mom or Tiffany or Sharon, though Sharon’s currently indisposed thanks to Jared and will be off to work in a few hours even if you do insist that she come spend time with you. And Tiffany might question why she’s being made to drop you off at Marissa’s address. Mom’s got her trigger so you’re pretty sure you don’t have to worry about her.

You end up deciding to call Tiffany. It’s been a while since you’ve interacted with her and you want to see how her commands are holding up.

“What’s up, little bro? You and your boyfriend have a good time last night?” your sister’s teasing voice comes in through the call.

You let out an amused chuckle.

“More fun than you had stuck at home. How’s that going, by the way?” you retort.

She snorts.

“Ugh, totally boring. Rick came back late last night and wanted to do it, but I got so grossed out by him looking at me I told him no,” she says, an unmistakable undercurrent of aggravation in her voice. “Then Ronnie woke up screaming at like four in the morning and of course Rick refused to do anything about it.”

Your penis stiffens.

“That sucks. Hey Tiff, can you do me a favor?”

There’s a short pause on the other line. You hear something shuffle in the background.

“I guess that would depend on a few things, John,” she whispers.

“Like what?” You stop walking. By now the clouds you’d seen earlier are beginning to settle above you. A small raindrop taps against your shoulder.

“Well, you know. I’d want to do more of what we did yesterday,” she murmurs. “Dad and Rick are gone and Mom’s working in the living room. You could, you know, come upstairs to my room.”

You lick your lips, remembering the enthusiastic blowjob your older sister had given you yesterday.

“What if I wanted to go a bit further this time?” you say quietly.

Another pause.

“Eh, we’ll see what kind of mood I’m in,” she replies noncommittally. “So, are you on your way home? And what’s this favor you want from me?”

“Oh, I actually need a ride home. Sh – Mrs. Thompson had to leave for work early and Jared’s car crapped out in the driveway. You think you can leave Ronnie with Mom and come get me?”

“Yeah,” she answers immediately. “That shouldn’t be a problem. Can you text me the address?”

“Sure,” you put her on speakerphone and do just that, having long since memorized Sharon’s address from when you and Jared had still been friends. As you do so, you’re treated to the sight of the topless selfie she’d sent you yesterday. Her green eyes stare up at you from your phone screen. Her plush, kissable lips are formed into a pout. Your eyes trace her curves for a few seconds, marveling at the size of her breasts. You still can’t believe you actually got to feel them yesterday. “Um – there, sent. I, uh, actually might be a little further down the road if you’re passing the house on the left.”

“Decided to go on another walk, huh?” your sister prods you knowingly. “Isn’t it supposed to rain today?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I hope not,” you say, and look up at the sky, wincing slightly. When had the clouds gotten so dark? “Can you hurry?”

She laughs.

“Relax, dipshit. I’m already on my way to the car. See you in a few minutes!”

She hangs up on you.

Your eye twitches as you glare down at the image of your topless sister.

“What a bitch,” you mutter, the heat in your voice petering out almost instantly. It’s hard to stay mad at her when she looks so amazing.

Her verdant eyes stare unflinchingly into yours from your phone screen. Confident. Secure in her sexuality despite the fact that you’ve made her hate the idea of getting attention from any man who isn’t you.

By the time Mom’s SUV pulls up alongside the curb, Tiffany at the wheel, it’s started to rain intermittently. Your hair and clothes are slightly damp. Your sister rolls down the window and you see her for the first time today.

Her red hair is tied into a cute ponytail, and she’s wearing a thin magenta sweater that hugs her upper body like a second skin. The first few buttons are undone, showing off her expansive pale cleavage.

“What the fuck, John? Why are you just standing there instead of hanging out in Jared’s house,” she raises her eyebrows at you, her eyes brimming with concern. “Do you want to get sick?”

“Relax. It’s just water,” you say, shivering slightly. You’d thought about going back to Kira’s when it had started to rain, but you decided against it. You didn’t want any questions from Tiffany if she saw you leaving her house.

Tiffany raises her eyebrows at you dubiously.

“Whatever. Just get in the fucking car, you idiot!”

You obey, opening the passenger side door and hopping in. You close the door behind you with a thud and buckle yourself in. Rain patters rhythmically against the windshield, creating circular blotches that are almost immediately brushed away by the windshield wipers.

“Thanks for picking me up, Tiff.” You look her in the eye and allow yourself to smile.

She meets your gaze, her eyes hard and uncompromising.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” she says.

You raise your eyebrows again and say, “So you keep saying. I don’t get what the big deal is. It’s just water. When we get home, I’ll dry myself off.”

She heaves out a loud sigh.

“Did you stop to think about how pissed Mom might be if you got her seat wet?” she grouses, her hands tightening on the steering wheel. She still hasn’t pulled away from the curb.

“I think Mom’ll be fine,” you mutter, suddenly feeling somewhat tired. You guess it’s been a long morning. Then your eyes naturally and inevitably zero in on Tiffany’s cleavage, and you feel yourself become invigorated again.

Tiffany notices your gaze almost immediately and bites her lip. She leans toward you, showing off even more of her cleavage as her breasts dangle beneath her.

“You’re right, she probably will. I don’t know what’s been going on between you two, but it’s like she worships the ground you walk on,” she says, rolling her eyes. “You should have seen how worried she was when you left the house without telling her. You’d think she’d been told you’d just gotten into a car crash. I bet it’s menopause. I heard it can fuck with your mood.”

You raise your eyebrows. Mom had really been that worried about you yesterday?

Tiffany continues, interrupting your thoughts.

“So, do you like my outfit? I picked it out just for you,” she gives her chest a shake, causing her breasts to wiggle. “I’d have worn something more revealing, but it’s cold, you know?”

“You look great,” you say. Your lips curve upwards when her face visibly brightens. “So, Rick didn’t do it for you last night, huh?”

Tiffany rolls her eyes and says, “Do we have to talk about him?”

You shake your head.

“No, I’m just curious. If my sister’s not happy, I want to know about it,” you say.

She furrows her red eyebrows.

“And what if I said I wasn’t happy? That all last night, I had to physically restrain myself from getting out of bed to get away from Rick? That every time he checks me out, I feel like I want to throw up,” she murmurs. Her eyes shimmer slightly. “God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve never felt this way about him before.”

“Felt what way?” you ask.

“I don’t know.” She swallows. “Our relationship was pretty good before the pregnancy. We didn’t love each other, I don’t think, but we were getting there. After Ronnie happened, it’s like everything changed. I can’t help but feel like whatever spark we had has gone out and we’re only together now because that’s what’s best for our son.”

She purses her lips and looks downward, her green eyes brimming with vulnerability.

“Fuck. I don’t know why I’m even telling you this.” Her wet eyes meet yours again. “You probably don’t give a shit.”

The person you’d been a few days ago might have taken advantage of her. Said a cruel word to make her hurt. But you’ve learned a lot in the past couple days. Changed so much. Or perhaps, you’ve only begun to understand who you truly are.

You reach over to caress the side of her face. Your sister moans softly, her eyes fluttering as she nuzzles herself into your hand, the commands you implanted in her mind flooding her body with positive sensations.

“I think you told me because deep down you’ve realized you can trust me. And you can. I know we don’t usually get along, but you’re still my amazing, incredibly hot sister. And I love you,” you say, still caressing her face.

Her beautiful green eyes stare into yours for a long moment. Then she lurches forward and her lips meet yours.

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