Chapter 13

I stood and crossed the room to the table and picked up my tablet, turning off the camera. I was confused and still overwhelmed, knowing that I was in love with Rachelle. After the camera was off, I crossed back to the bed where she was just finishing rubbing my cum into her body. She saw me coming and noticed the look on my face. My Beautiful stepsister looked confused. I grabbed her and lifted her to her feet. I crushed her to my body, my mouth diving into hers, and I kissed her with everything I had. All the love I’d just discovered poured from my mouth to hers.

Rachelle started moaning and humping me as the programming for her to orgasm from my kiss hit her. Smelling my dried, stale cum on her face and upper body pissed me off. I couldn’t do it. There was no way I could go through corrupting her just to break Ruth. I pulled away from Rachelle’s perfectly fuckable body and turned. “Go take a shower, Rachelle. Wash all over and don’t miss a spot.”

“But Master, how will I show Cunt I’ve been a good girl?”

I spun around and screamed. “DON’T CALL ME THAT!”

She looked at me, shocked. “But you are my Master.”

That did it. Those were the words that broke me. I dropped to my knees, weeping. When I’d started all this, I hadn’t thought about the consequences. I hadn’t ever considered I might want something real with Rachelle. Now my innocent, perfect little stepsister was my slave. I was ashamed and broken by that realization.

I felt her wrap her arms around me. “Stop Zach. You’re scaring me.”

Her tone wasn’t that of a worshipful slave. It was different. More like the girl I’d had dinner with just two weeks before. I looked up to see the worry on her face. “What did you call me?”

“Zach, is the camera feed off?”

Now my eyes got wide in my head. What. The. Fuck? How did Rachelle know about the cameras?

“What?”

“I asked, big brother if the camera to my mother’s room is off.”

“How?”

“For Christ’s sake, is the camera off?”

I nodded, but my confusion must have shown on my face.

“Oh Jesus, Zach! For an off-the-charts certified genius, you’re really dumb. Did you think you could brainwash me that easily?”

She laughed. “I may not be as smart as you, but I’m not as gullible as you think. I knew at my graduation dinner you were up to something. Just had no idea you were this sinister.”

“I don’t understand?”

“When I woke up in this room, I knew what had happened. You’d kidnapped me. At first, I thought it was just me and I’ll admit I was scared. Then you came in and started that whole ‘your family gave you to me because you’d been brainwashed.’ I had a good idea then what you were going to do to me. Since I wanted you to take my virginity, I didn’t fight you. I had no clue you’d taken Mom too.”

“Wait. You wanted me to take your virginity? I thought...”

“You thought I was the poster child for the Purity Movement? Everyone thought that. It’s what I wanted them to think. Look, we need to talk. Real talk. Yes, you’ve conditioned me a lot, I know that. I mean, I’ve never heard of a girl cumming just from getting French kissed, so I know you’ve done some things to me while I was under hypnosis. But I’m not completely brainwashed. I’m stronger-willed than my mother. If I’d wanted to resist you, I would be. No electric shock would have broken my will. It probably won’t break Mom’s either.”

“I don’t understand,” I said honestly. Rachelle smiled and then kissed me before shuddering in a small orgasm. “Damn it! That gets annoying Zach. You need to fix that, please, so I can kiss you without cumming like a cheap slut.”

I couldn’t help it. Everything she said struck me as funny, so I laughed. “I kind of like that kissing me makes you cum.”

“Yeah, but it would be embarrassing in public. And I’d really like to kiss you without giving everybody front-row seats to my orgasms.”

“Okay, I’ll fix it.”

“Not just yet, please. First, I have a question. Do you have something here that will put my mother to sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Can you give her enough so we can have a talk and she does’nt realize any time has passed?”

“Sure why?”

“Because it’s obvious by your breakdown something’s changed. You don’t want to brainwash me anymore. However, I still want you to take my virginity and I want to help you brainwash my mother to be the perfect wife for Daddy Ethan. So we need to talk. To explain why I was willing to let you brainwash me and fuck me. However, I don’t want my mom to know anything has changed.”

I nodded. “Okay, I can do that.”

Rachelle smiled and almost kissed me before pulling back. “Damn it. You need to fix that after Mom’s out. I’ll shower while you put her under. You should too. You’re kind of sweaty.”

I stood and grabbed my stepsister and before she could escape; I kissed her, shoving my tongue into her mouth. Causing her to cum and then I slid two fingers into her pussy, driving her orgasm higher. Then I pulled away. “That’s for keeping secrets from me.”

I turned and left the room with a laugh as she lay in a heap where we’d been as the last of her orgasm washed over her. I walked to my office and walked to the medicine locker, opened it, and pulled out a bottle of a drug called Propofol. Using my credentials, I went into the hospital pharmacy’s records, looked it up, and measured the amount needed to keep Ruth sedated for three hours. Then I took it to her room. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

Obviously, she was mad again. “Bad girl, Cunt. Do we need to get out the crop and pulleys again?”

“YOU FUCKED MY DAUGHTER!”

I was confused. What the hell ... Then it hit me. From the angle of the camera when I laid Rachelle on the loveseat, Ruth couldn’t see that I hadn’t penetrated her daughter. “No, I didn’t. I told you I wouldn’t fuck her until I took all her firsts. She hasn’t sucked my cock yet and I haven’t licked her cunt. Hell, I might even fuck her ass before I fuck her pussy. I just showed her the joys of humping. Another first I took.”

Then I got right in the Cunt’s face so the last of the cologne overwhelmed her senses. “Did it turn you on to think I’d fuck her? Did it Cunt?”

She moaned from the arousal coursing through her between the aphrodisiac in her system and the cologne upping it. “That’s what I thought. I told you I won’t take her virginity until she begs me, too. You’ll know when I take her cherry. I’ll pop it and dump my virile seed deep in her womb right here in front of you, and she’ll be thanking me and begging me for more the whole time.”