In Chapter One of this story Josephine Baker, a psychologist whose license had been suspended, took revenge on Maria McMichaels, the person she holds responsible, by seducing and taking control of the mind of Maria's husband Raymond Bier, then doing the same to Maria. In Chapter Two, learning Dawn Cameron, Maria's stunning blonde protégeé, had uncovered her scheme, Josephine extended her control to Dawn and her fiancé Martin. The next target: Madison, Maria and Raymond's beautiful brunette daughter.
Chapter Three will make more sense if you've read the first two.
In this Chapter we have a new narrator; Madison takes over from Josephine, who narrated Chapters One and Two.
As always, all story characters engaged in sexual activities are eighteen years of age or older.
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I was waiting at the gate, drawing attention. My thick dark hair hung loose to the small of my back, I'd painted my manicured nails white, wore a leather choker and dangling loop earrings, and flaunted my 34-23-35, five foot four inch, 113 pound toned body in a collared white crop top, skintight jeans, and white sneakers.
He was with several army buddies. They were scrumptious, he better, even better than I remembered. He'd always been beautiful, blonde hair, masculine features, powerful body, but Special Forces agreed with him. His hair was neatly trimmed, his shoulders wider then ever, and he moved with a grace I'd not seen before. Even his jaw looked squarer.
I shouted, "Charlie," skipped to him, jumped into him. Holding me in powerful arms he kissed me, his tongue delicious and strong, then lowered me to the floor and introduced me to his friends, leaving out the sister part.
We separated at baggage claim. The guys rendezvoused with rides, my brother and I checked into the airport hotel.
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Drifting in a happy place on the edge of sleep I felt the mattress move, opened my eyes, saw his divinely muscled back, ran a finger on it, said, "Hey bro'."
He turned his head, reached for my hand, said, "Sorry sis, I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't. How long did we sleep?"
Glancing at the clock next to the bed he said, "About an hour."
"Wow. You're a better fuck than I remember, and I remember magnificent. You been practicing?"
Smiling Charlie said, "Some. As Jack Woltz said, 'I had 'em all over the world,' but you're 'the greatest piece of ass I ever had.'"
I laughed. What girl doesn't want to be compared to a gangster film?
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My brother in the bathroom, I organized my thoughts. The Mom and Dad who met me at the airport acted like newlyweds, couldn't keep their hands off each other. That was good, if weird. It got weirder. On the drive home, during dinner at my favorite burger place, Mom and Dad jabbered on and on about Josephine Baker, a woman I'd never heard of who seemed to be their new best friend.
I met her at the welcome home party. The way she and Dad looked at each other, touched each other, they were having an affair and if I could see it Mom could see it and not only didn't she object, she fricking adored Josie. All evening Josie glanced at me, looking for an opening; I made sure to always be engaged in conversation. They invited her to the house for dinner a few days later, where my fiercely independent Mom, as she had all week, deferred to both her and my father. Something was seriously wrong.
Over coffee the next morning I asked Mom how she met Josie. She said she'd come in for counseling a few weeks ago, the two of them, then my father, had hit it off.
Mom did not befriend patients.
I called Charlie. His brigade was returning to the United States, although the information was classified (you're right, he shouldn't have told me). He was entitled to leave; we'd meet in New York.
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My happy body resting against his, I told Charlie what I'd seen, what I knew, what I suspected, laid out my plan.
"Mom's got a voice-activated system that records everything said in her office. It provides legal protection and is probably the reason her academic papers are so detailed."
"How do you know about it?"
"Remember the gifted program I attended in junior high? It was downtown, when I got out I'd go to her office, play on her computer, wait for a ride home.
"One day there's this guy, kinda cute, installing electronic equipment. I ask him what it was, he tells me, probably doesn't know he shouldn't, figures I'm the lady's daughter, and digs showing off for the hot girl in the cheerleader outfit batting her eyes at him. Mom met Josie as a patient; we can listen to the session. There'll be some built-in security, but with your training I figure that'll be no trouble."
Laying his arm across my chest he said, "Civilian off-the-shelf stuff is pretty easy. We should be able to play the voices and, depending on Mom's system, produce a transcript. When do you want to get started?"
My nipple hardening on his arm, I ran my nails down his chest, toyed with his pecs, traced the outline of his abs, breathed more than said, "After we play," moved the sheet off his body. His engorged cock twitched and bobbed.
"I can help you with that."
"Please do."
Our earlier fuck, frenzied and hard, had taken the edge off, now I took my time. Dragging my fingernails on his dick, reacquainting myself with his impressive tool, I touched the head with the pad of my index finger, smeared pre-cum into his skin, said, "Army life agrees with you."
"It does, but I've missed my baby sister."
I kissed his mouth, said, "I missed my big brother," leaned over, licked his dick, held it, squeezed it, stroked it, ran my hand over it, said, "I love the way it grows and stretches, the way it fills your skin, the way the head gets big, changes color from sweet pink to fierce purple. I love the first drops of excitement," cupped his testicles, "I love your balls, the way they tighten, loosen, the way," moved them with a finger, "they hang and swing."
Wrapping my fingers around it I pulsed my hand on the shaft, loved its thickness, hardness, heat, encircled thumb and index finger below the head, said, "It's a work of art."
