You lower your eyes and look down at your own leaking erection

The hypnosis keeps every movement slow and deliberate.

You lower your eyes and look down at your own leaking erection. The modest length stands stiff and flushed, a clear string of precum now hanging from the tip and threatening to drip onto the kitchen floor. Your balls rest soft underneath. You take a quiet second to stare at it, as if reminding yourself—and them—exactly what is being offered.

Then you lift your gaze.

First to your mom.

Then, just as slowly, to your sister.

The silent question travels with your eyes: What happens to it next? You’re including both of them now. Whatever decision is made, it belongs to the women in the room.

Your sister’s giggles fade into a sharper, more interested smile. She glances at Mom, then back at your small, dripping cock.

“He’s really just handing it over,” she says, voice still bright with amusement. “Look at him. Naked in the kitchen, little dick leaking, looking at both of us like we’re supposed to vote on what to do with it.”

Mom’s expression is harder to read—part residual shock, part something calmer and more calculating. She doesn’t tell you to cover up. She doesn’t tell you to leave. Her eyes stay on the modest erection you just silently presented to both of them.

Another drop of precum stretches and falls, landing on the tile with a tiny audible pat. You remain perfectly still, hands at your sides, waiting.

The kitchen feels smaller. Two pairs of eyes are on your cock, and the trance leaves you with no urge to hide it or take the decision back.

Who tells you what you do next?