Chapter 1: Testing on the Twins

Dean Michaels

I peered through the magnifying lens as I carefully soldered the last component into the circuit board. It was careful work, a curl of smoke rising up as the flux evaporated. I touched the tip of the soldering iron with care, the liquid mix of lead and tin fixing the small capacitor in place.

I groaned as I leaned back and set the soldering iron in its holder and turned it off. I trembled as I stared at the circuit board. It was complete. It was finally ready to be tested. I hoped this went better than the last version.

That fire had ruined three months of work.

I plugged in the large, lithium-ion battery and then plugged in the power. I opened my laptop and logged into it. I connected the device to my laptop via a USB cable and then opened up my custom software. It was time to test things. To see if the device would get past the power-up phase so I could see if the mechanism worked.

Footsteps pounded down the stairs. I could tell it was my youngest daughter just by the enthusiasm. In a flash, she was at my desk and slipping onto my lap, bouncing with excitement as the program loaded.

A flash of nervous heat ran through me as I felt my fourteen-year-old daughter squirming, her rump feeling delicious on my lap. She had a sweet smell around her as she peered down at my device. The program was running through its boot-up process, checking that the components of the machine worked.

“Whatcha doing, Daddy?” June asked, her brown hair gathered up into a pair of pigtails. She turned to look at me, her angelic face full of curiosity. She blinked her blue eyes as she wiggled from side to side.

My cock swelled. I hoped my daughter wouldn’t realize what she did to me. How her perky ass made my dick throb. My heart pounded. This heat rushed through me as my program then beeped. Test complete.

“Daddy?” June asked. “What is it?”

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s that, uh, studying device I told you about, Junebug.”

“Oh,” she said, peering down at the device. It was housed in a modified speaker case. One of those small docks that you place a cell phone or MP3 player in. “How does it work?”

“It sends out ultra-high frequency sound waves,” I said. “So high-pitched, not even a dog can hear them. But your brain can still receive the signal.” On the screen were two different sections of the program. To the right was a command line. To the left was a large, green circle that looked like a radar screen. It had dots on it, each one with a long string of hexadecimal numbers. There were two dots on top of each other plus one more close by. On the edges were other dots. “It’ll help your brain study better and make you smarter and study better so you do well at school.”

“Wow,” June said, leaning over. “But isn’t that something Dusk needs, not me?”

I chuckled. Dusk—Eve was her real name, but early on I started joking and calling her Evening and that became Dusk—was my oldest daughter, three years older than June. Both my daughters were sexy, too, making my dick hard all the time.

“I get great grades,” continued June.

“Yes, you do, Junebug,” I said, glancing at the screen. Everything looked like it was working.

“So I don’t need it,” she said.

“Oh, I think you could improve a bit,” I said.

She squirmed more, my cock throbbing at the soft feel of her rump. I wanted her so bad. I was lying about the machine. It sent out sound waves, but it didn’t make a person smarter or helped them study better.

It would control their brain functions. Theoretically, anyway.

It was an idea I’d stumbled across on the internet, rumors that DARPA (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency) was working on it. They did research for the U.S. Military and Intelligence Agencies. There were all sorts of conspiracy theories involving them from weather controlling devices to earthquake generating devices and more.

“What are the dots?” June asked.

“You, me, and your mom upstairs,” I said. “And the neighbors. The machine can detect the electrical signal your heart puts out when it beats. It’s a signal unique to all humans. It lets the machine target a specific person and, say, help her study more.”

June giggled. “Like Dusk!”

“Like Dusk,” I said. My fourteen-year-old daughter was so delicious. “And students in my class and others. This is going to be a remarkable device.”

Maybe. I had to be a complete pervert, a degenerate human being, to even consider using this device. My ultimate goal was to enjoy my daughters. I’d lusted for them for too long. I couldn’t control myself much longer.

They were so mature and nubile now. So womanly now, even June. She was growing breasts, wearing sexier clothing, hovering between her girlish youth and mature awakening. I wanted to just slide my hands up her body and squeeze her tits.

I wanted to try out the machine right now. To enjoy my daughter, but ... What if it didn’t work? What if it failed? It would ruin everything. I had to test this out somewhere else. Somewhere far from here where no one could possibly know who I was.

“It does sound neat, Daddy,” she said, leaning over, her pigtails sliding off her hair. “Are you going to patent this and make a million dollars.”

“Maybe,” I said, my dick on fire. My daughter was pure torture. I could just type in the command line and start things going. My daughter was shown as 402A0D4. I just had to use those numbers when I entered in the script of text that would run the machine. It would affect her brain and—

The basement door opened. “June, Dean, it’s dinner. Come on!”

“Ooh!” June said and squirmed off my lap. “It’s fish sticks!”

My daughter loved fish sticks more than any person should. It was Friday, and that was fish sticks night. My youngest was still at home, but my oldest was out on a date. With a boy. I hated thinking that. I didn’t want her on a date. I wanted her all to myself. She was seventeen. I knew how boys her age thought. I knew what they wanted to do with her.

I drew in a deep breath as June raced up the stairs. I swallowed and closed my laptop and turned off the device. I made sure the soldering iron was placed in its holder. Then I stood up and headed up the stairs, adjusting my jeans.

My wife waited at the top of the stairs. Kimmie was a petite woman, still youthful looking. She could pass for one of our daughters’ older sisters, her red hair spilling about her face, her green eyes sparkling. She had the cutest freckles spilling across her face. She wore a pair of mom jeans and a t-shirt, short and girlish.

“Are you going to be playing with your little device all weekend?” she asked as I approached her.

“Oh, are we doing anything?” I asked, a nervous tide rising through me. I wanted to test my device tomorrow. Saturday was perfect.

“Yeah, we’re doing a Costco Run on Sunday,” she said, “and then we need to price the new living room set.”

“Right, right,” I said, stopping before her. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”

“Not nearly enough,” she said, her arms sliding around me. I felt her lithe body against me, my dick throbbing. “You’re not getting out of furniture shopping. We need a new sofa. It’s getting old and ratty. And your recliner is groaning.”

“It’s comfy,” I said.

She pressed against me and then she arched an eyebrow. “Are you hard?”

“Well, you are just so beautiful,” I said, my heart pounding. Fear rippled through me. I grabbed her rump. I squeezed her ass and pulled her tight. “Why wouldn’t I be hard?”

“So it had nothing to do with our daughter?” my wife asked. “Do I have to start worrying about June as well as all those nubile high school girls you teach, too?”

“Kimmie?” I spluttered.

She giggled. “Mmm, I know you perv on your naughty students. I’m not an idiot. Do you want me to put my hair in pigtails tonight and put on Eve’s old cheerleading uniform.”

“Damn,” I groaned, my dick throbbing.

“Dirty old man,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Come on, before June devours all of the fish sticks.”

She broke away from me, leaving me throbbing. I groaned, following her. My wife was a flirt, but if she knew I truly wanted to have sex with our daughters, with those nubile high school girls, she’d kill me.

Tomorrow, I’d find out if the device worked.

“I’m going to go fishing tomorrow,” I said. “If you don’t need me.”

“Mow the lawn before you go.”

I could do that.

The next day, after the lawn was mowed, I was off. I hopped on the freeway and drove south for over an hour, heading into a new county, into a town I’d rarely gone in to. My stomach twisted the entire time. My hands gripped the steering wheel. I glanced at the device sitting atop my silver laptop.

I hoped this would work.

My GPS guided me to the park I’d chosen. It seemed like a place that wouldn’t have any security cameras. A place where no one should remember if I was there. I pulled my car into a parking spot and stared out at the tranquil site. It was time to test things out.

A public place where there were dozens of people around. I would test it, making sure that things were working fine before I did anything. People were jogging around the outside. Others were strolling across the grounds or sitting on blankets in the shade with friends. Plenty of teenagers were around. I saw more than a few cute girls.

I reached a park bench and set the device beside me. In a few minutes, it was booted up and the laptop was running. I stared at the screen, seeing all the dots on it. It reached for two-hundred yards in every direction, the extent of the range. It covered the whole park plus the surrounding area. I typed in general commands, built-in macros that would run far more complex commands without me having to type them in.

The first would have all the children aching to leave. Everyone under fourteen. This was the first test. I typed in the command: under 14; flight protocol. I hit the enter key and then leaned back, waiting to see if it would work.

Children in the park immediately started dragging parents away, complaining that they didn’t want to be here. I smiled as it worked. This was incredible. Mind control. It wasn’t just a theory. I had pieced together all the rumors. I had created my own device using ultra-high frequency. Being a science teacher and having a masters in engineering had given me the skills needed to come up with this.

“Damn,” I muttered as the last of the children filtered out.

A black-haired woman sat down beside me. She was wearing jogging clothes, tight shorts and a tank top. She was my age, her breasts large and stretching out. She panted, shaking her head at a younger, black-haired girl that jogged by.

“I can’t keep up with her,” she muttered.

“I bet,” I said as I was ready to try out the next commands. I typed in: 840F21; immune from sound waves then 840F21; arousal protocol. I could direct the sounds, targeting who I wanted or I could send out a general wave to affect all targets. Even better, I could manipulate other brain functions like those that controlled arousal.

840F21 was the hexadecimal tag the computer had randomly assigned me.

“Getting some work done?” the woman asked.

“Testing out my invention,” I said, typing out the next command. All; boredom protocol.

The woman beside me suddenly just started looking at her lap. She had this bored look on her face. I glanced around the park. Joggers, including the woman’s daughter, slowed to stops and just stood in place, the two teenage girls—twins!—on the swing were now just staring at their feet. No one was paying attention to anything.

“Jesus,” I said, glancing at the machine. It was putting out its sound. It was broadcasting the mind-control signal just like I wanted. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

I glanced at the woman beside me, her large breasts swelling out her tank top. Her black hair was gathered in a simple ponytail, a few strands escaping it and falling down her forehead and cheek. Her breasts rose and fell, her hands on her lap.

A040C18; desire to give 840F21 a blowjob even in public

I hit enter, my dick throbbing hard with the possibilities.

Brenda McDonalds

I blinked and licked my lips. I glanced over at the man beside me. He was handsome, dark hair and glasses, the look of a teacher. The type of teacher that a young girl might have naughty ideas about. My eyes noticed him slide the laptop off his lap onto a speaker beside it. My eyes fell on his cock.

He was hard.

That wouldn’t do.

“Need some help?” I asked, this heat swelling inside of me. This would be so wicked to do. Especially with my daughter around. That made this even naughtier. We were in public, but I just wanted to do it. I hadn’t given one in a while.

But it had to be like riding a bike.

“Help?” the guy asked, looking at me curiously.

“Yeah, help,” I said. “With your hardon. I could suck it.” My tongue licked across my lips. “I know it’s a little strange, but I just think you need a blowjob, and I would love to suck on you. What do you say?”

“Right here?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Well...” I looked around. Was everyone looking weird? I shrugged. I had to do this. “I don’t mind. Right here, right now.”

“Sure,” he said.

I smiled. This was better than jogging. My daughter had convinced me to start doing it with her, but then she left me in her dust each morning. My large breasts swayed in my tank top, my sports bra cradling them as I bent over. It was so wicked. Now, this was the sort of exercising I could do. Sucking his cock.

I bet he had a nice cock.

I unfastened his jeans, a womanly heat building and building in my pussy. Then I unzipped him. I shuddered at the rasping sound of the zipper. My tongue darted around my lips. I was so excited to suck this cock. It would be so much fun.

I pulled open his jeans. I groaned as I unveiled his cock. This was so naughty. This wicked heat surged through my body. I licked my lips at how hot I was. My cunt was on fire now. I had to suck him off.

His cock tented his gray boxers. I rubbed him through it, loving the groan the guy made. I didn’t even know his name. It was so exciting sucking a stranger’s cock. My tongue danced around my lips. I was on fire for this. Just eager for this wanton delight.

My hand slid in and grabbed his cock.

“Damn,” he moaned. “You always suck a stranger’s cock?”

“No,” I said. But maybe I should start. I was so wet. “It’s your lucky day.”

I pulled out his cock and then darted my tongue around his spongy crown. He shuddered. The park bench groaned as he shifted, the wood creaking. His precum spilled out, coating my tongue. I savored it, my pussy growing juicier and juicier.

Could I masturbate?

Why not? I was sucking him off in public and doing that made me so wet. My hand slid down the front of my jogging shorts. I shoved them into the stretchy, black material and then into my panties. My lips sucked on the tip of his cock. His precum spilled into my mouth as my fingers slid through my silky bush.

I reached my pussy as I engulfed all of his cock.

“Damn,” he groaned, his hand grabbing my hair. He gripped me as I sucked on him. “You’re just hungry for it.”

I was. I sucked hard. My cheeks hollowed. This wicked and wanton heat ran through my body. I bobbed my head as I ran my fingers up and down my pussy. My cream soaked my digits. I loved it. I stroked my naughty cuntlips. This amazing heat surged through me.

A wicked tremble ran through me. If my daughter saw me, she’d be floored.

My fingers rubbed at my clit. I shuddered, stroking that sensitive, little pearl. I quivered, moaning about his dick. My cheeks hollowed. My tongue danced around that delicious cock. My lips slid up and down his shaft. It was this amazing passion.

The more I sucked on him, the hotter my pussy grew. He groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. More of his precum spilled into my mouth. My tongue danced as my fingers massaged him. I didn’t even know his name. I was blowing him in public.

If my daughter saw me...

My pussy clenched. My orgasm swelled faster. I rubbed my clit faster and faster, pressing harder on my nub. I whimpered around his cock. My passion echoed around his dick. He growled. His dick twitched in my mouth.

“Shit!”

His cum fired out of his dick.

I gasped in delight as that wonderful jizz flooded into my mouth. I gasped, reveling in the taste of his salty passion. This delicious flavor spilled over my tongue. I gulped down his cream. I swallowed every drop of it.

My pussy exploded.

My cunt spasmed. Juices gushed out. The hot cream soaked my fingers. Pleasure rippled through me. I moaned around his cock as his jizz splattered across the roof of my mouth. I gulped it down. It was amazing. A wonderful thrill. Stars danced before my eyes as I reveled in this moment.

“Goddamn, this is amazing,” groaned the man.

It was. I loved sucking his cock. The pleasure surged through my body. I nursed on his cock. I loved the taste of him. The feel of him in my mouth. Sadly, the last of the cum had already fired into my mouth. I wanted more.

I had to keep sucking.

Dean Michaels

“Shit,” I panted as the woman kept sucking me. It was such a great delight to feel her loving my dick. She didn’t have any hesitation. She didn’t act like she was being forced. The sound waves had overridden her normal brain function. To her, she wanted to suck my cock. She couldn’t tell the difference from this intrusion from any other thought or impulse she normally had.

I smiled in delight, my dick throbbing as the arousal protocol worked.

I stayed hard.

My dick throbbed from the first orgasm and the black-haired woman kept sucking me. I shuddered and glanced out at the twin sisters at the swings. They looked the same age as my youngest daughter. Fourteen and nubile. Brassy-brown hair that fell down their bodies, hazel eyes, with round breasts. They wore skinny jeans and matching V-neck blouses, one pink the other purple.

I turned to my laptop as the black-haired woman kept sucking my dick, hungry for more of my cum. I figured out what were the two twins’ codes and typed the commands: 049AC4, F40B20; desire to show off their naked bodies and grope their tits to 840F21.

The two girls no longer looked bored. They hopped to their feet and then darted over to me. They both had these cute smiles on them as they rushed over to me, drawing up their shirts. I groaned, my dick throbbing in the black-haired woman’s mouth at the sight of the two teenagers pulling off their blouses.

“Oh, my god, I just want to show you my titties,” Purple-Shirt Twin said. She stood on the right side, her brassy hair swaying about her shoulders. Her cream-hued bra constrained her tits.

“And my pussy,” said Pink-Shirt Twin. She flashed me a dazzling smile as she reached behind her to unfasten her black bra. “Hot, right?”

“Yeah,” I said as the woman stopped sucking my cock for a moment. I wondered what she was thinking. Then she started sucking again. Her mouth worked up and down my dick. The pleasure shot through me. “I’d love to see your tits and pussies.”

The twins both giggled as they bared their round breasts together. Their tits were identical, round and perky, pink nipples swelling hard. They both had dimples shining in their cheeks, their hazel eyes flashing. Their slender hips rocked from side to side, their tits swaying as they unfastened their jeans.

Both girls kicked off their sandals and then shoved down their jeans together. I groaned at the sight of their lithe legs. They were the same age as my daughter. As the girls I taught who were always teasing me with their naughty bodies.

“Shit,” I groaned as more and more of their legs came into view. Then they were down to panties. Pink-Shirt had a black and lacy affair while Purple-Shirt had a soft pair of satin panties, the same creamy hue as her bra.