"Beloved Sister 01" by
craigool
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Incest - exWife's delayed XXXmas gift of sister to make her dreams cum true
Author's notes: Warning! This is an incest story, between brother and sister. It is also an erotic hypnosis / mind control story. It has strong BDSM themes in it. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.
Finally, this is a FANTASY, while elements of the techniques are real, absolutely none of this story has anything to do with Deb and Ron from Fort Lee, New Jersey, or anyone who might resemble them.
All characters are eighteen or older at the time any sexual contact in this story takes place.
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Ron married Jenny from the block (not the famous one) as his third wife and had ten blissful years before he lost her to the pandemic. Her lush Hispanic body did not even come close to matching the erotic depths of her perverted mind. They were swingers, and most of her friends became their lovers. Most of his friends came from the conservative side of the fence, so they didn't become their lovers. Jenny had an obsession, to find the right submissive to be our live in sex slave, since she was as bi as the day is long, and twice as long on Sundays (just to thank God). Jenny had this idea that God commanded us to love, and love deeply, and that a bunch of misogynist controlling hypocrites got the message all bassackwards (because they were scared of sex and women) and got it so twisted up, just so they could run things. She was a pretty effective proselytizer for that message too.
So one of the first Christmases they celebrated together, she took all his sex slave hypnosis inductions, put them as background to a Christmas mix CD from her store, then gave them to almost every woman we knew. It drove about a third of women absolutely into a sexual frenzy. Little did they know about the other third that had other issues they had to work out in their lives. It took time, sometimes years, but the subconscious messages, renewed every Christmas season when the season brought the CD back out, only helped reinforce the message. Ron isn't sure the discs actually did anything, except for those women who knew the sexual slave suggestions were in there, who then thought about the things that sexually excited them, and imagined they actually worked. Of course Jenny didn't stop with the first one, there was a new mix CD released by her company each year, which she dutifully doctored and passed on. Until she passed on herself.
My sister Deb (short for Deborah of course) came from that conservative side of the street, and her husband Andy was the typical stand up guy, hunter/fisherman, gun enthusiast, lifelong Republican. He was big, burly, and funny. How he tolerated Mary Ann (Ron's first wife) and their black live in roommate (Toneyah) Ron will never know, but despite being quite the racist with his buddies, he never said one thing about Toneyah that Ron would have been upset to have said to her face. They were both the pillars of the community, tolerating Ron through all three of his marriages, and the fact not a one of his wives was less than full bore liberal lefty. Their family long ago agreed to disagree on policy, but to love each other anyhow. So when Andy got sick, then passed so soon after Jenny, it was a real body blow to the family.
Deb set about paying off the debts of Andy's business, finding that her house had to be sold along with everything else to give her the smallest possible nest egg to survive on in her looming retirement. So Ron came to her with the obvious solution. Without Andy's business, she had nowhere to work, and no one was going to hire someone out of the work force for thirty years. He didn't have a job for her either, but at least he is willing to pay her room and board costs just to have the pleasure of her company.
"Deb, selling the house leaves you with almost nothing, and nowhere to live. I'm alone. My house isn't the biggest, but it's paid for, and your kids are too far away, even from each other. You still have friends and family here who love you. Please stay here with me." Ron urges her.
"I am worried about you being left alone. You might bring a luscious black woman home just to keep you company. Then I couldn't be around you at all." Deb says with a wink, referring to a two week business trip where Ron came home to find Mary Ann and Toneyah naked, willing, and wanton - waiting for him. Mary Ann always told the story as it being
his
business trip, when in reality it was
her
business trip, since she and Toneyah worked together. Bisexual wives weren't celebrated back then like they are today.
"So you could save me from all that. You could be my housemate." Ron urges, trying not to sound so desperate.
"Standard housemate rules and requirements?" Deb slips one in on him.
"Standard housemate rules and requirements if you wish." Ron agrees gladly.
"I haven't lived with anyone except Andy and my kids for over thirty years. You are going to have to completely re-educate me in your liberal ways." Deb says with a wink and a grin.
"Oh, somehow I think we will get along." Ron says as they smash together in a rather crushing hug, and he's not the one applying the force.
"Count on it Sir." Deb says with a chuckle, and he thought she was just doing her old teasing him because he's the man so everyone thought he should be in charge, but as the eldest, they both knew who was actually in charge. Boy was he wrong. Had he been actually listening to the conversation, and the subtle implications woven into it, he would have come to a completely different conclusion. In his defense, he had no clue whatsoever that Mary Ann (and Ginger, and Jenny) and Deb had very detailed, very intimate conversations about our threesome sex slave relationship with Toneyah, our lives as swingers, and the intimate details of a master-switch-slave triad, over years. Plus dose after dose after dose of Xmas fuck slut slave inductions played at their house from Thanksgiving until New Years every single year (as she concentrated on the sex topics she was supposed to being hypnotically indoctrinated to perform). His life has been inflating his sister's fantasy life for decades and the bill has cum due.
The day comes for Deb to move in, and the amount of stuff is very surprising, two suitcases.
"What happened to all your stuff?" Ron asks as she practically gallops up the driveway.
"Most of Andy's stuff went to the kids. The housewares and furniture were donated. Most of the old clothes went to Goodwill." Deb says, vibrant and alive.