It’s a nice day out. Pick up the girls and head to the beach.

It would be great if you had a private place to take all your slaves, but that won’t happen until Ms. Fellows gets back to you.

“We should pick up Tracey and Leah, so we’re all together and can go straight to Ms. Fellows when I hear back from her,” you tell Abbie. You look out the window and see it looks like a nice day. “Let’s go to the beach. The weather is OK, but there won’t be a big crowd there; it’s still too cold for swimming.”

“Great idea,” Abbie said with a broad smile. “I can break out my bikini for the first time this year.” She hops up from your bed and scampers out of your room with her ass jiggling.

You text Tracey and Leah to tell them you’ll be taking them to the beach today. Then you put on a pair of shorts. When Abbie comes back in, she’s wearing a tiny string bikini top and a pair of jeans shorts cut off high enough to show a glimpse of the bottoms of her butt cheeks.

“You might want to bring a tracksuit or something along. It’ll be windy at the beach,” you warn her.

She steps up close to you, looks up into your eyes, and says, “Don’t you want to see me all covered in goosebumps, with my nips stiff from the chill, Master?” in a soft, baby-girl voice.

“Fuck,” you groan. “You really want me to fuck you before we leave, don’t you? Even with Mom right down the hall.”

“I want you to fuck me all the time. It never stops,” she whispers in your ear, leaning against your chest. “But that’s your fault, Mr. Wizard. I’m the innocent, mind-controlled victim here,” she giggles.

“Mind-controlled, yes. Innocent, not even a little bit,” you reply with a smirk. You reach around her to swat her ass playfully.

She yelps, “Daddy!” and leans into you, burying her face against your chest and breathing heavily. “Oh god,” she moans, “I shouldn’t have smelled you. I need you even more now.” Her fingers clench on your tee shirt, and her body shivers.

“I don’t think it’s safe to do anything with Mom in the house. We should have Ms. Fellow’s place to use soon.”

“You’ve got me to use right now,” she growls. “Let’s go to the basement. We’ll hear Mom coming downstairs if she wakes up, then we can stop before she catches us. We can tell her we’re looking for the folding chairs or something for our beach day.”

It doesn’t sound like a bad plan. Even though you’re still nervous about being discovered by your mom. But you’ve been hard since she woke you up with her mouth on your dick. At this point, you need some relief for your aching, straining cock. You nod. “OK, but we shouldn’t make a habit of doing stuff at home. It’s going to get us caught.”

Abbie grins wickedly. “You worry too much, Stretch. Relax and enjoy what you’ve got.” She takes your hand and tugs you out of your room and down two flights of stairs to the basement.

You start looking for the folding beach chairs so you can back up the alibi to your mother, if she finds you in the basement with your sister.

Abbie doesn’t waste time. As you’re scanning the shelves of stored lawn furniture and holiday decorations, she drops to her knees in front of you on the concrete floor. She rushes to yank your zipper down and slides her fingers inside your fly to fish out your stiff shaft.

She strokes her fingers along the length gently, almost reverently, looking up into your face with a hopeful expression. She looks like she’s watching for a sign of approval or permission. You smile at her and nod. She swirls her soft, warm, wet tongue around the head, then suckles on it lovingly. Her hand returns to its easy stroking. Her eyes stay on yours.

Your sister pulls her mouth back from your cock. Her hand grips your shaft tighter and strokes faster. “Feed me, Daddy,” she pleads, “I need to taste your cum! Pleeeease!” Her head darts forward, and her welcoming mouth engulfs the head of your cock again.

“Shh, you have to keep quiet,” you hiss. Your fingers comb through her dark, silky hair.

She nods but doesn’t take your cock from her mouth to answer in words. Her stroking accelerates. Her head twists back and forth, then bobs forward, taking in more of your shaft.

The Inuus spell would let you keep this up forever, or cum, then get hard again in moments to keep enjoying your sister’s mouth. You’re still worried about your mother finding you like this, so you let go. Your fingers clench in Abbie’s hair. Your cock swells, pulses, and pumps your load of cum into her mouth.

She gulps it down hungrily, then suckles and milks your shaft with her hand, ensuring that she gets every drop that she craves. When she’s satisfied that you are completely drained, she slips your cock from between her lips. “Thank you, Master,” she whispers huskily. She slides your cock back into your fly and zips you up.

You stroke her hair smooth with your fingertips. “Good girl,” you tell her, and she beams.

“Now I’m feeling a little calmer,” Abbie says with a satisfied sigh as she gets to her feet. “Let’s go get your other bitches. Tracey’s place?” She asks. She pulls her keys from her pocket.