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Beloved Sister Ch 01

Beloved Sister Ch 01

by craigool
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"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.

* * * * *

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.

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"Well, welcome to our home." Ron says warmly, not nearly as excited as Deb, but very happy.

A little over a half hour later, Deb prances out in a very risque lingerie outfit. Red lace 'Merry Widow' see through with heels and hose. Ron realizes he can see her pussy hair for the first time.

"I am ready for inspection, Sir." Deb says with a broad smile, feet shoulder width, hands behind her head, classic slave inspection pose.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ron asks neutrally.

"Sir, if slave candidate may explain?" Deb says happily.

"Of course." Ron answers eagerly, wanting to see what is behind all of this.

"An offer was made by Sir that the standard housemate slave rules and requirements would apply, just as they did for Toneyah, if I so wished. I do. I have lived all my life with only one lover. I have never experienced any sexual position other than missionary. I have never experienced oral sex, or anal sex. I have never experienced sex with one or more women, nor with one or more other men. I have come to believe through my deep and intimate discussions with your partners that more love is better, truer to the Methodist beliefs with which we were raised. Many of our cousins have benefited from their open relationships. I want, I need, I crave to experience that, and I wish to do so safely. Also, I have discovered over the years there is a profoundly submissive side to my nature. I wanted to swallow Toneyah whole and become her. I have known the only thing that would make me truly happy is to become your sexual submissive for the rest of my life, for over two, almost three, decades. I am a patient submissive, Sir." Deb says happily.

"Yet we are not sexually intimate." Ron notes a fly in the ointment.

"Something I hope Sir will rectify as soon as he is willing to do so." Deb says with a big wide grin.

"What if I am not willing to do so?" Ron probes.

Deb's face collapses. When we were young, Deb was known as the 'Princess of Pout' among the cousins (and even her friends). It is the most profound pout Ron has ever seen, Oscar award level performance, yet he thinks it is fed by genuine emotion.

With great sadness in her voice, Deb says "Then I would have no reason for living. The hope that sustained me for half my life would be gone.", as tears well up in her eyes.

"Let me never be the thief of your hope. I never knew you felt this way, or I would have made arrangements." Ron says, quickly adding "Plus I would have to be a complete idiot to refuse such a beautiful woman with whom I am so endlessly compatible."

Deb smiles, and the tears slow "Would you accept me as a provisional slave candidate at least?"

"Let me see what's 'on offer'. After all, it has been thirty years or so since your original inquisitions of my partners transpired. Some settling of contents may have occurred." Ron notes with a chuckle which she joins.

"They were never under investigation. Just close, intimate discussions between the people you loved and who loved you. Plus the contents were only shaken, not stirred." Deb says with a wide smile.

"Bullshit! Not the part about contents, your contents are just fine, obviously, just from the visual evidence. Dad wanted you hired when he worked for the police because you could get more out of people in your 'casual conversations' than his trained investigators could in day long sessions. You have been interrogating my sexual partners for thirty years to get what you want!" Ron fumes. He has no real reason to be cross with her. But the sure and certain knowledge that she knows more about his wives sex lives than he does is rather intimidating, and he fucking lived it (the source of his irritation).

Shaking her tits and hips at him, Deb taunts "Busted! And you know with these B cups that's the only time that's ever been true!"

Ron is no longer in control of himself, and a Dominant who does not control himself controls nothing. But it isn't like it is they are in the middle of impact play. Plus she is the MOST skilled person at pushing his buttons to ever walk the face of the earth. So he slide his hands under her lingerie to grab her breasts and he kisses her, hard in both cases. There is a whimper, plus a gush of un-mistakeable hot pussy lube, her passionate intimate scent filling the air. Ron pretends he knows what he is doing, so he resorts to the panoply of nipple play possible without getting the nipple clamps and vibrators out. They kiss like feral creatures unleashed in a do or die contest. Ron pulls her Merry Widow body bra off, then her panties, as he runs his fingers along her seam, then his thumb rubbing her clit, fingers probing her tight channel. Her hips are bucking, as the kiss turns softer, more romantic, teasing and pleasing. Ron is taking her on his own terms, and she is deliriously happy.

The First Clit Licking.

Ron kneels before her, while his fingers dance over her vulva, probing her channel, as he kisses all around her broad, thick pussy lips with the long straight hair on top. Below the top of the slit, nothing. A pussy MADE to be kissed and licked for hours, days, weeks, months, years...

Ron's fingers curl into her cunt, eagerly seeking her g-spot, as his lips and tongue enclose her clitoris, eager to start a deeply loving long term friendship with the very cute nub. Her hips are bucking, and she loses her pose, dropping her hands to plunge her fingers in his hair like she is going to guide his head as he eats her. He takes his right hand out of her drenching pussy and smashes it down very hard on her magnificent ass, pulling his face back away from her clit so he does not bite it.

Deb gets that the pose is not negotiable, mouthing a quick "Sorry Sir, I got carried away in the incredible heat of the moment." Ron cannot see her undoubtedly deep pink/light red blush, but the tone in her voice makes it clear to him how embarrassed she is about it.

Now the pace is slower, fingers in a steady fuck beat in her seam, tongue lashing her clit from all sides, as Ron closes his lips and begins to hum on her clit. He hums the tune to "La Marseillaise" as she is laughing and climaxing and laughing and climaxing, then squirting and climaxing and laughing.

Ron's hands go exploring, to the true treasure most of Andy's friends would have killed to get their hands on - her ass. She has the ass of a 20 something year old gymnast, perfected by years and years of ice skating, stationary biking, plus a dozen other things he can't remember right now. But he will forever treasure the first time he got his bare hands on his sister's bare butt, under the lingerie.

Ron's subconscious reminds him that isn't actually true. When they were young, he used to give her backrubs in the morning, no bra, no panties in the way, just her nightdress pulled up to her shoulders. Ron thinks so much of his ability to be excited about the sexuality of women but not having to get all aggressive about it came from those sessions, when they were still innocent. There was no sexual contact between them then. But Ron lavished attention from her knees to her shoulders, always on her back, never on her front. His hands feast on the 'Impossible Dream' of Andy's friends, both hands on both cheeks, yet sad to say, they are better now, thirty plus some years later, than he ever could have imagined.

"We are going to make casts of this magnificent ass and sell a billion copies of it!" Ron gets carried away.

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"Only if you fuck it, Sir." Deb chuckles.

Her not so innocent retort reminds Ron he is behind schedule on both the inspection and the increasing of their intimate contact projects, so while her wondrous tight ass deserves an entire day of attention (and even worship), it is time to move on. They have a part Germanic heritage and grandma taught us (with a ruler and a belt) that the trains must run on time. Ron freaks out a little that his earliest BDSM experiences were with his grandma, but it is ooky enough to get him to quickly move on.

"Over to the kitchen table. Bend at the waist, grabbing the table with your hands, arms fully extended. Legs and arms straight in a perfect 'L'. Legs spread shoulder width. Would you like to be spanked first?" Ron teases Deb, knowing she is completely unable to predict what is going on, and this whole thing, after the initial pose, has been completely off script. But today is different from every other day in his life, and he will be damned if he is going to postpone fucking his sister for the first time just to satisfy some BDSM protocol.

"Spanked please, Sir. Hard." Deb responds, with both fear and excitement. Andy used to have everybody spank Deb at the end of her birthday parties. Only sheer panties between their hands and her phenomenal ass, but she got to feel everybody's hands on her ass, and they all got to know exactly how great an ass she has first hand.

"Count the strokes for me. If you do not count, or miss a count, we will start over. Begin." Ron says as he smashes his hand down on her left cheek.

"One, Sir." Deb says cheerfully, as she clearly thinks she can do this all day.

Ron continues spanking her, just a little bit harder each time, starting at four hand widths and moving slowly up to sixes.

"Thirty, Sir." Deb says, clearly in a little duress.

"Good, that's good Deb. We are going to need a good slave name for you. Something short and spicy, like you are." Ron teases.

"Thank you, Sir. May I suggest D-cunt?" Deb says happily.

"Is there a special reason for that?" Ron probes, knowing full well it came from Mary Ann's experiences at their first swing club, thirty years ago.

"When Nancy trained you to be a Dominant, and trained Mary Ann to be a switch, submissive to you and her, but Domme to Toneyah, her slave names were C1-cunt through C4-cunt. Even after, she would just generically refer to a female slave as a C-cunt. I just wanted to pay respect to the woman who trained you to be the magnificent Dominant that I get all the benefits of having. I am Deb, your cunt. Thus D-cunt." Deb explained her reasoning, and Ron can find no fault with it.

"Your slave name is D-cunt." Ron pronounces gladly.

"Thank you Sir for letting me have my way. I trust you won't pussy out on things like this in the future, or you will punish me for topping from the bottom!" Deb teases.

Ron measures out seven and eight hand widths, and resumes spanking.

"Thirty-one, Sir!" Deb cries out, not expecting her sass (and ass) to be so quickly met with punishment.

Ron continues alternating between sevens and eights each pass, as Deb is making short "oof" grunts with each stroke.

"oof, Sixty, Sir." Deb says expecting there to be more.

"D-cunt, Perhaps you will reconsider mouthing off in the middle of correction." Ron says sternly.

"Not when it gets me what I want, Sir." Deb says with a wide grin he can hear in her voice.

"Hold on a moment. Stay exactly as you are, do not rub anything, move or even twitch." Ron demands.

"I cannot obey that command, Sir. My pussy is twitching fiercely. I cannot stop it. Sorry, Sir." Deb says as she smiles that wide smile even in her voice.

"Stay as still as you can until I return." Ron commands her.

"I comply, Sir." Deb says happily.

Ron runs off down the hall to the bedroom, grabbing the coconut oil off the dresser, a microfiber cloth, and a pair of clover clamps that are out for some infuriating reason. Ron runs back and looks at her cherry red ass as the ninth wonder of the world that it is, pausing only long enough to pop the top on the oil bottle and squirt two stripes on each cheek. His hands go to work, lightly caressing the oil into the entire surface of her ass, then down into her pussy. One hand buffs her muff, the other uses the microfiber cloth to buff the twin marble globes of her magnificent ass, which is rotating in response to the strokes. In the BDSM world, it is known as aftercare, and if you cannot provide it every single time for your submissive, you better not ever strike her in the first place.

The First Fucking.

Ron takes the cloth away, using it to buff his hard cock instead. Ron intends the first stroke of his cock to fill her pussy completely, but he should have spent more time fingering her out. He can only get about halfway in, when her ass starts thrashing up and down, while her fiendishly tight cunt crushes his shaft in a titanic orgasm. Doing what he thinks is best, he lubes up his hand with the oil, drizzling more into her sphincter, using his thumb to pry her ass open. Her ass continues thrashing, her cunt continues squeezing, and Ron's smile is wider than hers must have been earlier. When she relaxes, he continues ramming his cock all the way to the hilt, resulting in another full tilt climax.

Letting go of the table, Deb babbles "I can't, I can't.", over and over, as Ron realizes she can't even stand up anymore.

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