Mind-Control Panties 08

Hot & Naughty Bitch

The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of store it had never ventured into before. It wasn't the sort of place that young girls shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to find clothing. It was a gaming store.

The place tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, chance, and wagers. The possibility sent a rush through its veins. If it hadn't found this new high of mind control, it would be tempted to see what sort of mischief it could get up to in here.

None of the customers, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelves covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing game books to miniature war game figures abounded. The shelves were stocked with all manner of dice and rulers and paints and card sleeves and a host of other items the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its senses, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the figure's hand was a special pair of panties. It was cut narrower than other ones it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular patch of cloth at the back with enough room for two words to be written: Wild Bitch. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a flick, it tossed its creation onto a box of war game miniatures, the models on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.

The panties were out of place. They should be noticed.

Only its destined owner would.

With a final groan, the figure slipped away with nondescript ease through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by guys excited at what they'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare card out of a booster pack or at finding the last box of a set of miniatures. As the figure stepped out, a young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on look on his youthful face. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together look than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a tight tank top made of some futuristic fabric that hugged his torso and a pair of running shorts. He had sunglasses perched on his head. He was on his college's track and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible card games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a put-on look because of who trailed after him. His little sister, Jane.

She had long, brown hair, I lighter hue than her brother's short locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy t-shirt and loose jeans, a baseball cap perched on her head. Her blue eyes, the same shade as her older brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful sights. A smile spread on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing.

"Dungeons & Dragons," Eric said. "RPG game."

"Ooh, ooh, what's that!" she gasped, pointing at something to the right.

He rolled his eyes. His sister didn't seem to notice that he grit his teeth. He shook his head, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster packs, eager to pull out a few of them and open them. There was a mythic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he'd get lucky.

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sort of figures. She drifted to the pair and snagged them up. She shuddered as the tingle rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her eyes falling on the narrow strip that widened into a triangle.

"Wild bitch," she whispered, this naughty thrill shooting through her.

Without thought, she shoved the panties into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her brother on the other side of the store. She darted past a display, eager to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older brother.

If she could, she would follow him everywhere.

* * *

Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the morning when I was finally ready to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it easy. The weather was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the game store. I had another twenty I could spend on booster packs. Maybe this time I get the card. I couldn't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary market. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be ready for next Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the game store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of jean shorts. I snagged a tight t-shirt, pulling it over my fit form. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open the door and came face-to-face with my little sister.

"Jane?" I started to groan until I noticed how cute she looked. She had makeup on, giving her a more feminine look. And there was this ellipses wild look in her blue eyes. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a tight pair of jeans that hugged her flesh. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she didn't have much hips, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old body. Even stranger, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her small breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of purple cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this strange tingle running through me. It rippled across my skin and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the sight of my little sister?

"Hey," she said, this big grin on her face. It really set off the freckles on her face. "You going somewhere?"

"Yeah, to the game store," I said.

Her eyes lit up, that wildfire still burning in their depths. "Can I come?"

Normally, I would say no, but all the blood was rushing to my dick. She was looking... sexy. Her stomach was flat and toned, her breasts, while small, had a nice shape to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.

"Sure."

Joy burst to life in her eyes. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my cheek. I could've sworn I felt her tongue for a second like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of abject joy, this wild delight.

I couldn't help but notice the light-blue edge of her panties peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore.

When did my little sister get hot? Damn.

"You think you're going to get the card this time?" she asked as we headed down the hallway.

"Only one way to find out," I said, my dick at a full erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I couldn't in front of my little sister. Damn, she smelled good, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. Perfume? Jane was wearing perfume and makeup?

What was going on?

I felt that tingle racing through me the entire way down the stairs. I couldn't help but notice her firm, little titties jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a delicious pair of breasts. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head back to my bedroom and stroke my cock while thinking about my little sister. This was insane. She felt so nice against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder, giggling in delight.

"We're going to the store, Mom," I called.

Our mother peeked in from the kitchen. "Oh, don't you two look cute together. I'm glad you're spending some time with your little sister. I know how much she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah," I said, trying not to ogle my sister's budding tits in front of my mother. "She's really... uh... growing on me."

Jane giggled in delight.

"That's wonderful," Mom said. "Have fun!"

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the passenger seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decade old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her seat, her light-brown hair swaying about her face. Her cheekbones were delicate, her lips ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep blue of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed midriff and enticing cleavage. Even her shoulders were cute.

Damn. I could get used to having a pestering sister who looked like this.

We reached the game store after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side before I could climb out. She took my arm the moment I got out, rubbing her cheek against my arm. I kinda liked it. There was something... affectionate about it. The gesture reminded me of something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It was in the back of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the bell tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the back, a bunch of players huddled around folding tables. They weren't playing my game. It looked like one of the Anime ones with the cute girls. I wasn't quite into that. Dragon Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane's head darted left and right as we headed towards the booster packs. She chatted, her voice making this soothing background noise. I paid only half attention of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her eyes wide. I swear her hips were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of booster packs off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little rack of cosplay items. Basic stuff. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog ears on a headband. The moment I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the price, and placed them on my sister's head. The floppy ears dangled down the side of her head, swaying as she moved. I couldn't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her head, petting her.

"Eric," she said. "Are you buying this for me?"

"Yeah," I said, loving the joy in her eyes. "They look cute on you."

She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She pressed that lithe body against me, my dick throbbing as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This time, I was certain I felt her tongue licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog ears swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her body brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the counter, she darted to stand right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the cash register set on and said, "Look what my brother's buying me. Aren't they cute?"

"Yeah, they are," the fat, middle-aged guy working the cash register said. He had a scraggly shadow of a beard that ran down his jowls. "They really fit you."

"Don't they," I said, giving the top of Jane's head another scratch.

She let out this moment was practically orgasmic. It made my dick throb hard.

I tossed the booster products on the counter before us. "And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My sister squirmed against me the entire time as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a couple of cents back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her head shaking, her floppy ears bouncing. Her little nose twitched.

I clutched the booster packs in my hand, feeling the cards inside. The foil they were wrapped in crinkled. We stepped outside into the sun, the morning warm. She broke away from me and darted to her side of my car. I slipped into the driver seat as she climbed in the other side.

"Here we go," I said, holding up the first booster pack. I glanced at her. "Give me a kiss for luck."

"Yes," she gasped.

She darted her head towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my cheek like I expected, she brushed my lips. Her tongue swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my nose.

She smiled at me, squirming. "I just know you're going to get it."

"Yeah," I ground, all the blood swelling my cock. I don't recall ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped open the first pack, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the last card where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.

I sighed. A bust. A dud of a rare that I wouldn't even get a buck for.

I opened the second pack, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knees now trembling as she watched. She had this look of hope in her eyes, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little nose twitching.

"Damn," I moaned, getting a dual land in the second pack. It wasn't a bad pull, but it wasn't in the colors I was playing.

"Last one," she said, her voice strained. "I just know it. This is the one, Eric."

The tingles raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the back of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the cards out of my hand, fanning through the trash commons, giving the few uncommon a glance, and...

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This card sold for eighty-seven dollars last time I looked online. My heart exalted.

"That's it, isn't it?" Jane gasped, staring at me with wide eyes.

I gave a slow nod. With care, I set the card on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my sister squealed and threw her arms around my neck. Then her lips were kissing me everywhere. Her tongue was flicking out, licking across my face. Her tongue darted around my cheeks. My chin. She lapped at my forehead.

Her tongue felt amazing. Wet and hot, bathing me in her saliva.

And then she found my lips. I groaned as her tongue thrust into my mouth. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my hand shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the fastener. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my cock as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

I needed her to love me. I needed her to lick my cock. If she did, she would be such a good, little sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her cheeks flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the sight of my dick. My little sister shuddered, her small breasts jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breath and said, "Do you need me to...?"

I nodded. "You'd be a great, little sister if you did."

"Of course!" she gasped. "I'm your little sister."

I groaned at the incestuous contact of her hand grabbing my hard dick. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that people were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my little sister leaned down. She was just doing what a good, little sister should.

There was nothing wrong with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.

"Yes," I groaned as her tongue swiped over the spongy tip of my crown. She gathered up the glob of precum.

She giggled. "You like that?"

I scratched her head between her ears. She shuddered and darted her head down again. She licked all the way across my cock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my balls tensing at the pleasure. Such a good, little sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my dick. It was incredible. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her rump clad in those tight jeans, the denim molding to her cute butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What?

My heart pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick's tip in her hot saliva. My balls tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my seat. She was such a good, little... sister. Yeah, she was a good, little sister.

"That's it," I groaned. "You're such a good... sister."

Was "sister" the right word for her? Something felt missing.

I closed my eyes, just letting myself enjoy it. Her tongue was so hot it swept around the end of my cock. Then she did something wonderful. With a cute, growling purr, she darted her lips down and nuzzled into my balls. Her tongue flicked out, caressing them as her hand pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

"Goddamn, that's good," I groaned. I opened my eyes. "Fuck, Jane, you're such a good little... bitch."

Yeah, she was a good, little bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a moment, her tongue playing with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my shaft twitching in her grip. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip sent pleasure flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my shaft. She dragged her tongue the entire way up. I felt her floppy ears brushing my stomach. Her lips reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her tongue licked and lapped at the slit, gathering up my precum.

"Jane!" I groaned as my sexy sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my cock. She sucked on it, her tongue dancing around the crown. My dick throbbed in her mouth. "That's it, that's how you please me. Fuck, you're such a good sister-bitch."

Her hips wagged back and forth, her voice moaning around my cock.

I stared down at her she sucked on my cock, her lips sealed around it. Her floppy ears swayed around her face as she bobbed her head. Her tongue never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the pressure built and built at the tip of my cock. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"Fuck, yes, Jane!" I groaned. "Keep sucking. Make sure you swallow all. Good, little sister-bitch's enjoy all their brother's cream."

She moaned, a puppy-dog whine. She sucked with such aggression. My dick twitched and throbbed, loving the feel of her pleasing my cock.

I couldn't take much more of this. My hand tightened on her head, gripping her hair. She had such a silky coat. I held tight, making sure she kept sucking. The pressure rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her tongue around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my little sister-bitch's mouth. Blast after blast of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hips wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the seat. My foot jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each eruption sent pleasure slamming through my mind. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every single eruption. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

"Jane!" I groaned. "Oh, fuck, Jane, you're just the best sister-bitch there is."

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my cock and sat up. She licked her lips, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her mouth. Her blue eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her ears. She shuddered.

"I did good?" she asked.

"You're the best sister-bitch in the world," I panted.

She squealed in delight and hugged me again. Her tongue licked up my cheek over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in delight. She was amazing. I would let her keep licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy things for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to take care of her.

"We need to go to the pet store," I panted. "There's so much I need to get you."

She nodded her head, her eyes glossy with excitement. "Yes!" she barked. "We have to."

She bounced on her knees in the seat, whining. Her excitement was enthusiastic.