Chapter 4: Mind-Controlled into Lesbian Sisters

Deidre Icke, President of the failing Institute of Apotheosis, had to act. Her son, transformed into a new god by usurping the Halo from its proper owner, had broken out of the storage room they’d locked him in. With his powers, he could bend the Institute to his will. She had to buy time for the others to destroy all the research that went into making the Halos. They were never meant to be mass produced. Luckily, no one person could re-create them. Only their dead guru and his wife fully knew it all.

But the task wasn’t done.

Worse, the facility wasn’t fully evacuated. She also had to give those who didn’t want to fall prey to the false god time to escape. She wouldn’t flee. She knew she couldn’t abandon her son and daughter, that she would end up their disciples, but she couldn’t make that decision for others.

She darted for the door, heedless of her ex-husband, and now Master, holding her leash.

“Deidre!” he gasped in shock, not prepared for her sudden flight. His grip wasn’t strong enough on the leash to hold her.

As she reached the door to her office it ripped free from his hand.

“Stop, Deidre!” her Master shouted. She knew she should obey him, but being the president was more important than being his slave. He could punish her later.

If her son would even allow that.

Her bare feet smacked on the floor of the Institute’s hallway. People glanced at her, faces pale. She’d given the order to evacuate the facility. The Institute was done. They would disband, drifting to which of the true gods they wished to serve and learn from. It was the ultimate plan for the Institute once they had awakened the Gods to their destiny.

Before that bastard Ulrich disrupted Dr. Blavatsky’s vision for mankind.

Now only ten of the true gods existed. Virgo and Gemini never reached their proper owners. Would it doom mankind? Deidre had no idea.

“Get out of the facility!” she shouted. “Hurry! Alex is free! Move! Move!”

People gasped. They obeyed.

“Deidre!” snarled her ex-husband. “This is madness!”

She kept running she had to delay her son and protect the Institute if she could.

“Cindy! Mindy!” James, head of the scrying department, cried out. His twin daughters channeled the spirit of Dr. Blavatsky to determine who should receive the Halos and to approve any hires to make sure they could understand the Institute’s purpose. “Deidre!”

“Just get ready to evacuate!” she shouted as she charged past him, racing to the west wing where she’d had her son imprisoned.

She rounded the corner, her leash fluttering behind her. Her breasts heaved. She would throw her body at her son. He’d already made love to her many times. She might become his sex slave. She might lose what she’d gained with her ex-husband.

A sacrifice for the greater good.

She burst around the corner and spotted her son ahead. He stood powerful. Deidre was about to cry out his name when she saw the twins Cindy and Mindy falling to their knees before him. Deidre slowed, swallowing. The girls were already captured by his powers.

She’d failed to protect them.

Serafina Pesce – Pisces

I set my phone down. I was too horny to worry about that strange text message. I had a pair each of my sisters’ panties in my hand. I was eager to masturbate to their delicious scents. I was such a pervy girl. I had such a fascination with panties. They were amazing. They came in so many different styles, an unlimited combination of fabrics, designs, colors, and frills. Each and every one of them destined to cling to a woman’s naughty bits, absorbing her musk.

The easiest used panties for me to get were my two sisters’. If my mother still lived, I knew I’d be perving on hers, too. My pussy was on fire as I clutched Bernie’s (short for Bernadette, and she hated being called that) in my right hand and Lucilla’s in my left. I was so ready to enjoy them. I brought them up to my nose, inhaling deeply, breathing in their—

“Serafina!” my dad bellowed from downstairs.

I groaned. Didn’t he know I was busy? He was supposed to be going to work. I just passed him in the hallway. He was working a lot lately. With three daughters to support, my widower father had to start working overtime, pulling extra shifts as a security guard. Money must have gotten much tighter since Lucilla turned fourteen.

“Serafina, you have a package!” he shouted.

My eyes flit to my phone. I blinked as I shifted my hips. The message replayed in my mind. The ability to have what I wanted. My sisters? I wanted them so badly. I didn’t care that incest was wrong. I just ached to eat their pussies for real. To press my face into their snatches and feast on them. I could inhale their musks fresh from the source.

But what the text message implied was impossible even if it would be hot if it was somehow possible.

A rush of lust shot through me. I threw my sisters’ panties onto my bed and darted for the door of my room. I burst out and raced down hallway towards the stairs. I was just about to pass Lucilla’s door when it popped open.

“Is dad calling for me?” she asked, her dark-brown hair falling about her tan face. Like me, she had that Mediterranean coloring, proof of our Italian heritage. At fourteen, she was cute as a button, her face round, her brown eyes soft.

“No, nosy bee!” I said as I darted past. “It’s my package.”

I heard what sounded like an annoyed hiss then she slammed her door. I reached the stairs, racing down them, my bare feet smacking in a staccato rhythm as I descended the stairs. I hit the bottom and darted for my dad standing at the front door, wearing his dark blue uniform, a cardboard box in hand.

“Ordering online again?” he asked me.

“It’s a gift,” I said.

“From?”

“Some tech company,” I lied glibly. “They’re beta testing a new product, and I got chosen. Cool, huh?” I smiled at him.

“Yeah, sure,” he said, handing over the box.

I took it, the cardboard rough beneath my fingers. “Have a good night, Dad! Don’t tire yourself out. I hope you’ll be here this weekend. We miss seeing you.”

He flicked his eyes up the stairs. “I probably have to work. I’ll be home tomorrow morning.” “Okay,” I said, sorry he had to work so hard. Maybe I should get a job to help out. “Love you, Dad.”

He gave me a kiss on the forehead. I smiled and then darted away, my pussy on fire. I had to masturbate. Those panties were getting less and less fresh, losing more and more of my sisters’ wonderful scents. I raced back up the stairs, my breath growing heavy by the time I reached my bedroom. I slammed the door shut behind me.

I left the box on my bed. I was going to masturbate and that was final. Those panties were waiting for me. I shoved my hands down my body to rub my pussy through my jeans and panties, my juices flowing. I moved to my bed, staring at my sisters’ dainty, delicate unmentionables. I licked my lips and...

That box sat there on my desk. I could feel it. I threw a look at it over my shoulder. It was so mysterious. This text. This object. This was so crazy. Why would anyone send me this? It was like some sort of weird prank and...

“Dammit!” I whirled around. “Stupid box!”

I couldn’t focus on masturbating with it taunting me. I ripped open my desk drawer and found a pair of scissors. I slit the beige packing tape sealing it close. I opened the box, an instruction manual sitting on top of packing peanuts.

It looked like electronic instructions for something called the Halo.

I pulled it out, sank down into my computer chair, and found the section in English. My eyebrows furrowed as I read about the nanite colony held in the Halo, how it would bond with my mind, giving me the ability to rewrite people’s brainwaves and impose my will on them.

It would give me mind control... ?

“Holy fuck,” I muttered as I read, squirming. “Mind control?” That was crazy. And hot.

The Halo would do other things, give me more energy and stamina, allow me to heal, making my body a little stronger. It would keep me healthy and powerful. There was an adjustment phase as my mind got used to it, and there might be a small amount of discomfort when I first used the powers, but the manual claimed it would grow easier with time.

“Reshape the world and awaken mankind to your teachings,” were the final lines before it shifted to the Spanish text.

“How fucking weird,” I muttered as I set it down, my brow furrowed. I might be sixteen, but I knew this sounded far, far too good to be true. Why would anyone send this to me? Didn’t they know I was a pervy lesbian who lusted after my sisters?

Didn’t they realize how I would use this power?

I dug my hands into the packing peanuts and produced the nanite colony shaped to look like a golden circle. Like a halo that a saint would wear. Or an Egyptian god. That was where halos came from, the Christians stealing the bursts of divine light painted around Egyptian gods in tombs and stuff.

I didn’t hesitate. I placed it on my head and...

Heat flared. Thoughts prickled. A wave of darkness washed over my mind. I could feel it flow into me. It was more than me just imagining it. This was amazing. It was so incredible to feel. My digits and my toes flexed as the tingles raced down my body to my fingertips, to my feet, to the tip of my nose.

I ran my fingers through my brown hair, searching for the circlet. I only felt my hair pulled back into my braid. No halo. It had vanished, just like the instructions said. A big grin spread across my lips. I felt like it was my birthday, and I had a huge pile of presents sitting before me.

I glanced at the panties. Smiled.

Time to enjoy them straight from the source.

First, a test. Something simple, something to make sure this would work before I embarrassed myself. My pussy on fire, I marched out of my bedroom. Music drifted from Bernie’s room. My eighteen-year-old sister was in there probably studying. She was such a serious person.

I burst into her room.

She whirled around in her computer chair before her desk, books open on it. “What the fuck, Serafina?” she hissed. Her black hair spilled about her head in a mass of curls. Her hazel eyes tightened on me. “Knock much?”

She rose from her chair, folding her arms before her. That gesture pulled her t-shirt tight across her small breasts. Though she was older, I had bigger tits than her. Even fourteen-year-old Lucilla’s breasts were larger. Of course, Lucilla had boobies as big as my own. She was developing faster than all of us.

“May I borrow your pink blouse?” I said, speaking deliberately to not give her a command.

“Nope,” she said, her brow furrowing. “You’re not ruining another one.”

“Lend it to be me and be happy about it,” I ordered and ... my thoughts burned. My brow furrowed at the sensation running across my brain. I could feel something changing in me.

“Sure, Fina,” she said, a bright smile on her face. “Let me get it for you.”

My smile grew as she walked over to her closet. She had a complete one-eighty on letting me borrow it. This was amazing. I had mind-control powers. I shuddered in delight as she pulled the blouse out of her closet and handed it to me.

“Changed my mind,” I said, thoughts burning as I spoke. “I want you to strip naked and give me your panties instead. Do it sexy like and be happy about it. You like getting naked for me.”

“Mmm, sure,” she said, a sultry purr filling her voice.

All my pervy, incestuous lusts rippled through me as she draped her pink blouse over the back of her computer chair. Then she gave me a sultry wink, her hips swaying from side to side like she was a stripper. She peeled her top up her body, exposing her flat stomach, that same tan hue that I had. She drew it higher and higher.

I whimpered as the bottom slopes of her breasts came into view. She wasn’t wearing a bra. My heart quickened faster and faster. Then her pink nipples came into view, swelling hard. Her black hair bounced as it spilled out around her as she pulled it over her head.

She had such a lean grace to her. She licked her lips, her eyes smoldering. “You like it when I strip naked, Fina?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my pussy growing so wet. My hands attacked the fastener of my jeans. “Love it! You like making me happy, and this makes me ecstatic!” My thoughts prickled as I mind-controlled my older sister.

“I like making you happy,” she moaned, unsnapping her jeans, she turned away from me, the jeans molding to her tight ass. Her zipper rasped as she swayed her hips. She wiggled out of those pants.

A pair of striped panties came into view, turquoise lines racing across her ass. They were a traditional cut of panties, but looked so hot cupping her ass. She bent over as she thrust down her jeans, the crotch pointed right at me.

“It makes you wet to make me happy,” I moaned, my thoughts burning worse, little spots of darkness bursting across my vision.

“Mmm, it does,” she moaned. “Getting juicy right now.”

I licked my lips.

She stepped out of her jeans and turned around as I shoved down my own pants and panties in one go. She blinked as she saw me getting naked. Something ... awkward entered her movements for a moment, but she hooked her panties’ waistband and rolled them off her hips. I groaned as her pubic mound came into view.

She was shaved. Hot!

I froze in pulling off my blouse, my eyes locked on her as she revealed more and more of her bare pudenda. Then her tight slit came into view. My tongue flicked across my lips. I drank in the sight of her pussy.

“Beautiful,” I moaned, my hands holding onto my blouse. “Just gorgeous. Ooh, that makes me hot. I am going to masturbate so hard!” I ripped off my blouse and threw it down.

“Here you are, Fina,” Bernie said, handing over her panties, her small breasts quivering.

I took her panties as I fell back onto my bed. My breasts jiggled in my bra. My pussy was molten. This was just the best. I pressed the panties into my face. I inhaled deeply, breathing in my sister’s sweet musk. My eyes squeezed shut as I enjoyed it. Fresh used panties! The striped cloth was still warm.

I smeared the cloth against my lips as my right hand shot between my thighs. I spread my legs, my fingers running through my bush, finding my wet folds. I moaned into her panties as I rubbed myself. My fingers stroked up and down my pussy, pleasure rushing through me. My toes curled as my juices coated my digits.

“Ooh, you smell so good,” I moaned. Then my tongue flicked out and caressed the panties’ crotch. I moaned, loving the flavor of her snatch mixing with the cotton. “Taste so good.”

“Thanks,” my sister said, sounding uncomfortable. “Should you ... go back to your room?”

“No, no, I’m so happy to masturbate on your bed!” I moaned.

“Oh, okay,” she said, her voice sounding brighter.

“Mmm, just stare at me,” I moaned as I inhaled. I sucked on her crotch. I whimpered as I rubbed my fingers up and down my snatch.

My fingers danced and danced up and down my labia. I stroked up to my clit, brushing it. My body bucked. My snatch clenched. I whimpered, my toes twitching. My pussy lips drank in the delight of my fingers. I moaned into the panties.

The bed creaked beneath me as I shifted from side to side. My breathing quickened as the pleasure spilled through me. I was reaching for my orgasm as fast as possible. It was so incredible, feeling my sister’s eyes on me. Watching me.

She was under my power.

“Yes!” I moaned into her panties. I fluttered my tongue against the crotch, tasting more and more of her sweet juices. “Oh, yes, that’s good.”

“What’s going on... ? What are you two doing?” screeched Lucilla from the open door. “Why are you naked and... ? What the... ? You’re masturbating, Serafina! What are you two freaks doing?”

“Having fun!” I moaned. “It makes you hot to watch me masturbate. So, come here and watch!”

My thoughts burned hot as I masturbated. Lucilla moved into the room, shorter than Bernie, her brown eyes wide as she watched me. She squirmed, her skirt swaying about her lithe legs, her round breasts jiggling in her top.

“Yes, yes, you both love watching me!” I moaned. “You both find me hot! You both are totally gay for me!”

Pain stabbed into my mind for a moment before the pleasure swept over them. Just knowing I was mind-controlling them, making them lust after me, sent me over the edge into my orgasm. As my mind ached, my pussy convulsed.

Juices gushed around my fingers. The rapture surged through me. My back arched. My tits jiggled in my back. I moaned into my older sister’s panties, the ecstasy burning through me. It was the best orgasm ever.

My sisters moaned. They stared at my spread-apart thighs. At my fingers rubbing at my cunt. I stroked my clit and labia. I caressed it. My juices soaked my fingers. I sucked hard on the crotch of Bernie’s panties. I loved it. It was the best.

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned, smiling, staring at my sisters as I came down from my orgasm. I breathed in my older sister’s musk from the panties. I needed more. “Lucilla, strip down to your panties. Bernie, put on a fresh pair. Something naughty. You both are so wet. You’re soaking your panties and getting them ready for me to enjoy”

My thoughts barely prickled now.

Lucilla ripped off her blouse, moaning, “I’m soaking my panties for you, Fina.”

I smiled at her girlish delight. Her breasts jiggled in her lilac bra. She reached behind her, unhooking it. She shrugged off the shoulder straps, baring those round breasts, her nipples were hard and pink. They were bigger than mine. She had such fat nubs. I licked my lips as I took off my own bra, getting naked and eager.

Bernie opened her panty drawer and dug around. After some moment, she pulled out something pink and skimpy. She stepped into the pair of panties and drew them up her thighs. I grinned. It was a thong with a little bit of lace around the edges. She drew it up her body, pressing it against that wet snatch, soaking it.

“Mmm, yes, let your pussies really soak your panties,” I said, scooting my rump to the edge of Bernie’s bed. “You two are going to eat my pussy. Because you both love pussy. My pussy!”

That hurt. My thought burned. I had to readjust them both. Especially Lucilla.

“You’re both gay for me!” I howled. “You love incest!”

Stars burst across my vision. The pin-prickles swallowed my existence. I whimpered and groaned. I thought it would destroy my mind and then...

Hands stroked my thighs. Hot lips nuzzled into my bush. My eyes fluttered. I stared down past my round breasts, pillowed into two jiggling mounds, to see my sisters nuzzling into my snatch. Lucilla and Bernie’s cheeks were pressed tight as their tongues licked.

I groaned as they both caressed my pussy. My hands clenched on my sister’s comforter as they both licked me. Incestuous bliss rippled through my body. It swept through me, this mighty tidal wave of forbidden bliss. My sisters were eating me.

This was awesome.

“That’s it!” I moaned. “You love eating my pussy. It makes you so wet.”

“So wet!” Bernie groaned, her eyes staring up my body.

“It makes me soak my panties for you, Fina!” Lucilla said.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I said. “You love this. You love being controlled by me! Makes you wet!”

“So wet!” both moaned together.

Their tongues caressed up and down my vulva. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut. They brushed my clit. They stroked my labia. I couldn’t tell which one was which. Both tongues caressed me. They sucked on my pussy lips. One of them jammed her tongue into my snatch. I was glad I’d popped my own cherry with a hairbrush as my sister’s tongue wiggled inside of me.

The pleasure flowed through me. This incredible bliss. My body drank it in as they loved me. My sisters moaned as they enjoyed my juices. They surged out of me. My toes curled. I undulated against them, loving how they pleasured me. They sucked on me. They loved me.

“Ooh, you taste so good,” moaned Bernie. “I had no idea.”

“Yes!” gasped Lucilla. “Wow, this is so wild. I love your pussy. You taste amazing.”

“Mmm, so do you two,” I said. “Or, at least, you smell wonderful. I’m going to sniff your panties, then I’m going to eat your pussies! You’re going to have a good time.”

One of them sucked on my clit. My eyes squeezed shut as another orgasm built and built in me. Everything my sisters did to me surged through me. My toes curled and shuddered. The sparks shot through me. The other sister jammed her tongue into my cunt, swirling through me. My eyes squeezed shut.

I kneaded my tits. I squeezed and shook them. My fingers slid up to my nipples. I twisted them as my sisters loved my snatch. They drank my juices. They worshiped me. Just like I’d always dreamed. How did I get so lucky to have this?

“Ooh, lick my butthole, too!” I moaned. “I don’t care which one of you does it.”

The one probing my cunt fluttered down my taint. Her face nuzzled between my butt-cheeks. Her tongue danced around my sphincter. I groaned as the bliss surged through me. This was another naughty pleasure. A wild delight.

“Yes, yes, lick my asshole and my pussy! You two are amazing!” My snatch clenched while my clit throbbed. Stars burst across my vision as my orgasm swelled. “You two love making me cum!”

They both moaned, focusing on me. The one licking my asshole danced her tongue across my puckered sphincter. She stroked it, adding a naughty delight that melted into my cunt. My clit throbbed. Sparks showered through me. My fingers twisted my nipples, pulling on them. They stretched out my nipples.

My breasts jiggled when I let them go. I whimpered. It was so amazing. My sister’s tongue pressed on my asshole. And then she wiggled her tongue into it. It swirled inside of my ass, stirring me up while my other sister nibbled on my clit.

It was all so much. It shot through me. My orgasm exploded.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as I bucked. “Oh, fuck, yeah!”

My incestuous orgasm erupted inside of me. This delicious delight rippled through me. It washed through my body and swept through my mind. My cunt convulsed. My juices squirted out. My asshole spasmed about my sister’s tongue in my asshole.

“You two are amazing!” I howled. “Oh, yes, yes! Fuck that’s great! You two are awesome! That’s great! You’re both pleasing me!”

They licked me, lapping up my juices. My eyes fluttered. Stars burst across my vision followed by waves of fuzzy darkness. I whimpered as that delight swept me to the height of my passion. I hovered there, drinking in such passion.