Mason tries to make heads and tails of everything

Mason looked over at his sister. She just sat without moving where he had asked her to sit. If someone walked in at this moment and looked at her, they’d think she was a statue. Back perfectly straight, hands resting on her thighs, light brown eyes fixed forward, barely blinking. She hadn’t shifted or spoken in the last twenty minutes. Just waited.

“Umm, can you not do that? It’s creepy as hell,” he said.

“Do what Master? I apologize if my conduct has been inappropriate. Please tell me what you wish for me to do.”

Mason rubbed his temples. He had been trying to brainstorm a way out of this situation for about two hours now but having his mindfucked sister around was definitely not helping. Every time he tried to focus on a plan, calling the police, driving to DC, finding the right trigger words, his eyes would drift back to her. The way the oversized t-shirt stretched across her massive breasts. The way the shorts rode up her thick thighs. The memory of the fantasy from earlier kept flashing back too, her voice moaning about being the best brother while he fucked her ass raw. He hated how hard it made him every single time.

His stomach rumbled loudly, breaking the silence. He hadn’t eaten since before classes and the stress was making him feel hollow. Something that would keep her occupied sounded good right now. At least it would get her out of the room so he could think without her staring at him like a waiting sex doll.

“Umm, could you go make me some dinner? Nothing fancy, just make do with whatever’s in the fridge,” he said.

“Your wish is my command Master. Thank you for commanding me to be useful,” she said as she bowed deeply.

Mason couldn’t help but notice her deep cleavage as she did so. The loose neck of his old t-shirt fell forward and gave him a clear view straight down between her heavy tits. They hung there full and soft, the dark edges of her nipples almost visible before she straightened up again. He **** himself to look away as she turned and moved toward the kitchen. Her ass swayed under the shorts with each step, the fabric clinging to her curves. He felt his cock twitch again and cursed under his breath.

Finally feeling somewhat free to think, he continued what he had been doing. He grabbed the laptop and went back to tracing members of the frat on LinkedIn and other places. Strangely, he only found a couple of accounts which listed the frat by name on their pages. Both of them were empty accounts with no pictures, no work history, no connections, nothing identifiable. No alumni profiles from big companies, no photos from events, no nothing. If this was such an all-powerful frat, why weren’t there more notable members listed and visible more publicly? He wondered. That wouldn’t be such a long shot considering what he knew about them. They clearly had the tech to make Skype contacts disappear and triggers that worked over text. Hiding their public footprint made sense if they were running some kind of brainwashing operation.

He kept scrolling, digging deeper. A few vague mentions on old forum posts about “exclusive” fraternities at that DC university, but nothing concrete. No scandals, no leaked stories, no disgruntled ex-members talking shit. Either they were really good at covering their tracks or they had enough money and power to shut things down fast. Mason saved the few profiles he found anyway. Maybe later he could try looking deeper into all this.

His mind kept going back to Serena. She had said she’d been taken months ago. Eight months of this programming sitting inside her head while she went to classes, texted him about normal life, sent him money when his account got low. It was fair to assume this could be something that had been happening for years. How many other girls were walking around right now with the same triggers buried in them? How many big sisters, girlfriends, or daughters had been turned into obedient slaves for this Alpha 7 group? The thought made his stomach twist worse the more he thought about it.

He closed a few tabs and leaned back on the couch. The apartment was quiet except for the faint sounds coming from the kitchen, cabinets opening, the fridge humming, the clink of a pan. Normal domestic sounds that felt completely wrong right now. His big sister was in there cooking for him not because she wanted to spoil her little brother like old times, but because he had given her a command and her brainwashed mind saw it as purpose.