More Limits

"Just looking at your sexy, stockinged legs starts to turn you on..."

"You really are good at this! Thanks so much for that..."

Ah well. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Session 26:

"So teasing turns you on?"

"Yes."

"And hypothetically, you'd tease your brother?"

"Yes."

It felt like saying "your brother" instead of "me" added a tiny bit of distance, made her more likely to say yes. I had no evidence of that, of course, but I figured it couldn't hurt.

"Okay Lucy, tell me: when would you tease your brother?"

"If I knew he wouldn't notice."

"But how could you know that he wouldn't notice?"

There was a pause as she considered the question. I had to admit, it was a tricky one. After ten seconds had passed, I decided to give her a hand, if only to ensure that she wouldn't wake up.

"What if you were to tease just a little. Just enough that if I did notice, it looked like an accident. Is that something you might do?"

"Yes."

"Okay: hypothetical. You start to tease me—...your brother a little. Just a tiny bit, nothing too obvious."

Nod.

"I don't notice."

Nod. It was almost sweet, how innocent my sister thought I was.

I guess it's a credit to how well I hid my true intentions, considering the dirty things I'd gotten her to do...and the even dirtier things I was planning.

"After a week or so, you begin to step it up a bit."

Nod. "Step it up" was a bit of a vague term, but I was going to circle back later and get the details. Right now, I wanted to see how far I could push this.

"I still don't notice."

Nod.

"Would you tell me how it feels to tease someone?"

"Yes," she replied, quietly but monotonously.

"How does it feel?"

"It turns me on."

"How does it feel to expose your skin to someone who doesn't even notice what you're doing?"

"It turns me on."

My sister almost seemed to have an...innocence fetish? Is that even a thing?

"How does it feel to expose more than you should to your brother?"

I continued before the pause could get too long. I didn't want to wake her up—not yet.

"Would you tell me how it feels to tease your brother?"

"Yes."

Even quieter than before.

"How does it feel to tease your brother?"

"It turns me on."

I was so hard, and my sister's boobs were just one command away...but I had to keep going. I needed to know how far she'd go.

"You keep on teasing me."

Nod.

"Do you own any short skirts?"

"Yes."

"You start wearing them around the house."

Nod.

"You stop wearing a bra when it's just us at home."

Nod.

"When you're wearing a short skirt, you'll find excuses to bend over in front of me."

Nod.

"No matter what you do, I don't seem to notice."

Nod.

"That just turns you on more and more, doesn't it?"

Nod.

"You make sure that Mom doesn't catch you."

Nod.

"You make sure she doesn't suspect a thing."

Nod.

"But a few times a day, just for kicks, you'll tease me around the house."

Nod.

"Confident I'll never even notice."

Nod.

Amazing.

Session A37:

So obviously going sexual wasn't going to work—it would wake Mom up. But just like Lucy could find Mom sexy without being attracted to her, Mom was okay to talk about things being sexy...

"Okay Mom, hypothetical. You're twenty, you've just bought your first pair of stockings, they make your legs look sexy."

Nod.

"Your legs look sexy by themselves, don't they?"

"Yes."

"So in stockings, they must look even more sexy, right?"

"Yes."

"It's sexy when men look at your legs, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"And so it must be even sexier when you're wearing stockings, because even more men look at your legs. Right?"

"...yes."

There was hesitation there, but she did agree.

"You like feeling sexy, don't you?"

"Yes."

"You like how sexy your legs are, don't you?"

"Yes."

"And so you must really like it when you're wearing stockings."

Nod.

"You decide to wear stockings more often."

Nod.

"You decide to wear stockings whenever you can."

Nod.

"Any chance you get, you wear stockings, and they make you look and feel sexy."

Nod.

"You're almost always wearing stockings."

Nod.

I slowly woke her up, and after a few confused blinks, she smiled and thanked me for the session.

At breakfast the next morning, she was wearing a long dress—nothing new or unusual, it was something she'd had for years.

But underneath, she was wearing stockings.

Session B34:

In the meantime, I'd been increasing Marcie's obsession with me more and more. I'd also made sure to emphasize how important it was that she appear normal to everyone else—if Lucy found out that her best friend was suddenly sexually obsessed with me, she was likely to be at least a tiny bit suspicious.

At the risk of sounded big-headed, I was genuinely impressed by how far I was able to push Marcie. Maybe she just has a naturally pliable mind, but considering how quickly I'd managed to turn her slight crush into the equivalent of Beatle-mania, combined with the forward steps I was managing to take with my family...well, I felt like I was really starting to get the hang of this.

"Who owns your pussy, Marcie?"

"You do."

"Who owns your mouth?"

"You do."

"Who owns your body, Marcie?"

"Y—...you do."

There was a bit of hesitation there, but I wasn't too worried. It wouldn't take too much effort to eliminate that.

"Who owns you?"

There was a longer pause this time, but when the answer came back, it was firm and steady.

"You do."

It hadn't taken much to turn Marcie's obsession with me into a slave obsession. Now when she masturbated, she didn't just think about my pleasure—she thought about me owning her pleasure.

"Who decides when you cum, Marcie?"

"You do."

"Who decides who you fuck?"

"You do."

"What would you do if I told you to fuck Troy Atkinson?"

The hesitation turned into a pause, and that turned into a long silence. I asked her again.

"What would you do if I told you to fuck Troy Atkinson?"

Troy was a kid we'd all grown up with—I hadn't picked him for any particular reason. Eventually—once Lucy and my mother were my willing sex-slaves—I'd have no need for Marcie. I'd have to either reverse her obsession or transfer it to someone else.

It wasn't going to happen any time soon, of course, but I was curious to hear her reaction to the question.

"I...I..."

"Who owns you, Marcie?"

"You do." There was barely any pause that time.

"Who decides who you fuck?"

"You do."

"So if I tell you to fuck someone, you'll fuck them. Am I right?"

Again, the pause.

"Do you like obeying me, Marcie?"

"Yes..." The answer came in the form of a groan. Just the idea of obeying me was enough to turn Marcie on these days.

"Do you like disobeying me, Marcie?"

"No."

"So why won't you fuck Troy Atkinson?"

"I belong to you."

"Call me Master." I'll admit it, that was just me fucking around. The whole 'Master' thing has never really been a huge turn-on for me, but it was still hot to hear her say it.

"I belong to you, Master."

"So if you belong to me, you'll fuck who I tell you to fuck."

There was no response. She was being strangely resistant to the idea.

"I own your pussy, don't I?"

"Yes, Master."

"I own your boobs, don't I?"

"Yes, Master."

"And I own your pleasure, don't I?"

"Yess...Master..." Again with the moan.

"Would you enjoy fucking Troy Atkinson?"

"No, Master."

"But your pleasure is irrelevant, isn't it?"

"Yes, Master."

"Your pleasure belongs to me. So does your body. So if I tell you to fuck Troy Atkinson, what do you do?"

"I...I..."

I reached out and spanked her bare ass. She shivered in pleasure—that was another fetish I'd managed to implant pretty easily. It came with the whole 'ownership' thing. Plus, honestly, I think she was a little bit into it already, but denying it even to herself.

"If I tell you to fuck Troy Atkinson, what do you do?"

"...I fuck Troy Atkinson, Master"

"Good girl." Another shiver of pleasure. "Who owns you?"

"You do, Master."

"And what do you do if I tell you to fuck someone?"

"I fuck them."

I smiled.

"You'd fuck your own father if I told you to, wouldn't you?"

As Marcie slowly woke up (I'd made sure not to alter her perception of incest—it was too useful for waking her up in a very controlled way) her eyes slowly focused on me, and she gave me a warm, submissive smile, before crawling over to me and putting her head in my lap.

I stroked her hair softly, smiling at the idea of my beautiful sister being this submissive. It would happen, one day. Marcie made a good pet, but I knew that I wouldn't have time for her once I had full control of Lucy and Mom.

Session 26

I could have woken her up then and there. I could have had Lucy teasing me around the house, simply by finding that line and asking her a question that straddled it. I could have locked the hypothetical in as reality, and my sister would have been wearing short skirts around the house, bending down in front of me, never wearing a bra when we were alone...

In real life. That's the thing...don't get me wrong—getting her topless while she's under is amazing, but seeing her naked in real life?

That's the dream.

But I still had plenty of time on the clock, and so I decided to get as much information as I could—if I made a mistake while it was happening for real, there was no going back.

And there was no telling what could happen.

"So how could you tell if I'd noticed your teasing?"

She thought for a brief moment before replying.

"If you were to say something."

Made sense.

"Or if you were to get an erection while I was doing it."

Even as she said that, her face twitched slightly, as if she wanted to look down at my cock.

It seemed my sister was conflicted. I pressed on.

"What if you were teasing me, and then you left, and then a few minutes later I came and thanked you?"

Her breathing increased.

"Then I'd know that you'd noticed."

My sister was a mass of contradictions. On one hand, it was pretty clear that she wanted me to jerk off while thinking about her. At the same time, she was explicitly telling me that if she knew her body was turning me on, she'd stop showing it off.

Intriguing.

"Okay," I said, "you're having a shower."

Nod.

"When you finish, you notice that I'm standing outside the door."

Nod.

"You decide to tease me."

Nod.

"As you're walking out the door, you "accidentally" drop your towel."

There was a long pause, and I wondered if Lucy could understood air-quotes while she was under.

Finally, she shook her head. Damn.

"Okay—you deliberately drop your towel, but make it look like an accident."

Shake. Seemed that the air-quotes weren't the problem.

"You deliberately expose your breasts, making it look like an accident."

Pause.

"Just for a second—long enough for me to get a glimpse, but nothing more."

Nod.

"I look shocked, but I don't say anything."

Nod.

"When I go into the bathroom, I don't close the door all the way."

Nod.

"You decide to spy on me."

Nod. Lucy seemed to have a bit of a voyeuristic streak too...

"You see me pull down my pants..."

Nod.

"And pull out my cock."

Nod.

"It's hard."

Nod.

"Does that make you stop wanting to flash me?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"As far as you're concerned, it was a total accident. And you're not hard because I was flashing you—you're just hard because you saw my boobs."

I didn't even want to start questioning that logic, but I guess it made a certain amount of sense. I had the information I was after—I could have asked more, but I don't think Lucy even knew where the line was, and the more questions I asked, the greater my chance of screwing it up.

I was just about to wake her up when a thought suddenly struck me.

"You're standing outside the bathroom, and you can see my hard cock."

Nod.

"You realize that I must be about to jerk off."

Nod.

"Does that make you want to stop flashing me?"

Shake. Good.

"You get really close to the door."

Nod.

"You realize that I'm actually being pretty loud."

Nod.

"You push the door slightly..."

Shake. Okay...good to know how far she'd go.

"You realize that the door is open wide enough that you can everything."

Nod. Really, sis? She doesn't think I can do my homework, but I jerk off with the door wide open?

Ah well. I guess we see what we want to see..

"I wrap my hand around my cock, like you've seen a thousand times before."

Nod.

"I have no idea you're there."

Nod.

"You stand there and watch."

Nod. Interesting. I knew I should stop, wake her up, make the flashing a reality, but I just had to know how far she'd go with this.

"After a few minutes, I start to cum."

Nod.

"You touch yourself as you watch me."

Nod. Wow!

Wow.

"I, uh, cum all over myself."

Nod.

"I clean it up, and start to get up. You go to your room and get dressed.."

Nod.

"A few minutes later, I find you and say thanks."

Nod. One of the earliest changes I'd made to Lucy was that she thought I thanked her each time I jerked off. I'd been doing it, too—not only every time I jerked off, but a few times a day, just randomly, I'd come and thank her, with no other context. She always blushed when I did—it was super hot.

One time I thanked her at the dinner table. She almost choked on a pea.

"You realize that I thank you at about 8 o'clock every morning."

Nod.

"The next morning, at a few minutes past 8, you come to the bathroom and watch me jerk off."

Nod.

"You touch yourself as you do."

Nod.

"You start doing it every morning."

Nod.

"For a few weeks, you watch me jerk off, and touch yourself while you're doing it."

Nod.

"Soon, you start to time your orgasms with mine."

Nod.

"You start cumming every morning, just watching me cum."

Nod.

I absolutely hadn't expected it to go this far. Now I was just blindly marching forward, seeing what I could make her disagree with, trying to find her limit.

She'd started shifting in her seat again. I loved that just the idea of watching me jerk off turned her on.

"One day, you see that I'm doing it standing up."

Nod.

"When I cum, I cum all over the toilet."

Nod.

"You hide while I'm leaving, but after I'm gone, you enter the bathroom."

Nod.

"You can smell my cum."

Nod.

"You want to taste it."

Nod. Holy shit!

"You..." I couldn't believe what I was going to say, but I had to know if she was going to say yes. "You find a blob of my cum on the toilet handle."

Nod.

"You lean down and taste it."

I couldn't believe how far this had gone—things felt like they'd gotten out of my control. My sister just kept on nodding, and I felt like I couldn't stop. She'd agreed to everything!

She seemed to be struggling with the answer. I was desperate to see her response—was she going to lick her own brother's cum off the toilet? Had I managed to change my sweet, innocent sister that much?

Ten, twenty, thirty seconds passed as she thought, and when she answered, it was nothing like I'd expected.

"Hey..." she said blearily. "I...thanks! Thanks for that."

Oh god.

Oh god.

Shit shit shit shit shit. I hadn't even been trying to wake her up!

"No worries, sis," I said with a smile, hoping that she didn't notice the panicked look in my eyes.

What had I done??

Session 27:

"Would you tell me how often you masturbate?"

"No."

"What about if it wasn't specific numbers?"

"Maybe."

"Would you tell me if you masturbate more than once a day?"

"Yes."

"...why?"

I know I should have just asked, but I was curious.

"I don't want you to think I'm a slut."

Okay. Apparently my sister's idea of a slut was a girl who masturbated more than once a day. And she'd already kind of answered the question, but I decided to confirm anyway.

"Do you masturbate more than once a day?"

"No."

Session 35:

"How often do you masturbate?"

"All the time."

"How often specifically?"

"Two or three times a day."

"And what do you think about while you're masturbating?"

"You."

"And what does that make you?"

"A slut."

"Whose slut?"

"Your slut. I'm your slut."

"You're a slut for your brother, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm a slut for my brother."

Session 27:

I hadn't put my sister under for around two weeks. The last time we'd had a session, I'd changed things so that she would watch me masturbate in the bathroom, each and every morning...and get off while she did.

It had been a total accident. But, after freaking out and working out exactly what I'd changed, I saw the perks and decided to run with it.

It was not a hard decision.

And so, for the last two weeks, I'd been masturbating in the bathroom. Every day at 8am, I'd go in and jerk off, leaving the door open—just enough for her to see what I was doing. And every morning as I came, I'd hear the muffled groans through the door of my sister getting off as well.

It. Was. Awesome.

"Spread your legs," I said, grinning as Lucy obediently did. She was wearing a pleated short skirt—she'd been wearing a lot of them around the house lately. Almost every time I looked at her, she'd be positioned to show off her braless tits, or bending over to show me her amazing ass.

If she ever caught me looking directly at her, I knew the show would be over. I had gotten very good at checking her out from the corner of my eye.

Even while she was under, I couldn't risk looking directly at her panties...but while she was under, I could tell her exactly how to pose, what to do.

"Lean forward."

She did.

"Subtly lift your boobs up so I can see as much cleavage as possible."

You'd think that would be a risky one, but I'd caught her doing that in real life the other day. She sort of folds her arms underneath them, and suddenly there's a whole lot of boob in my face.

I know, I know: while she's under, I can see my sister topless. But there's something weirdly sexy about my sister, fully-clothed, contorting her body however I want her to. Especially since I can't look directly at her—I have no idea why that's hot. It just is.

"Stand up and do a twirl."

Her skirt flew up, exposing her colorful panties. I wanted to reach out and grab her ass, feel it in my hands, reach one finger around and see how wet her pussy was...

But not yet.

Not yet.

"Sit down," I said, needing a moment to compose myself. My sister was getting off each day, watching me jerk off, and running around the house in very little clothing. Life was pretty great...especially since Mom wasn't objecting.

Especially since Mom had started to join in.

Session A50:

"Hypothetical. You're twenty."

Nod.

"You've just bought a dress."

Nod.

"It shows a lot of cleavage, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"It shows more cleavage than your other dresses, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"Tell me how much cleavage it shows."

"It shows a lot of cleavage."

"Tell me where it ends."

"Slightly above my nipples."

"Your bust is sexy, isn't it?"

I'd gotten to "bust" through some trial and error. Boobs, tits, breasts, even bosom—no go. But for some reason, bust was fine.

She'd say nipple, but me saying "bosom" woke her up. I didn't understand my Mom at all.

"Yes."

"So in this dress, they must look even more sexy, right?"

"Yes."

"It's sexy when men look at your bust, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"And so it must be even sexier when you're wearing a dress with a lot of cleavage, because even more men look at your bust. Right?"

"...yes."

Again, the hesitation. Again, she agreed. It had been quite a slog, getting to this point—I'd taken her up through the years once more. This time I'd even broken my rules, hypnotizing her twice some days. But it was totally worth it: it was working.