Chapter 23

Session 30:

“Would you tell me what you think of my relationship with Marcie?”

“Yes.”

“What do you think of my relationship with Marcie?”

“I think it’s great.”

“Would you tell me why?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you think my relationship with Marcie is great?”

“Marcie is really fun and cute, and she really likes you.”

“Are you jealous at all?”

Pause.

“Would you tell me if you were jealous?”

“Yes.”

“Are you jealous?”

Again, that pause. This time, however, I knew to wait it out.

“Yes.”

“Why are you jealous?”

“Because...”

There was another long silence, and I decided to play it safe.

“Would you tell me why you’re jealous?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you jealous?”

“Because I ... because I want to be a part of it.”

Interesting phrasing.

“Do you want to sleep with your brother?”

“Yes.”

Wait, what? That was ... way too easy. We weren’t in a hypothetical, we weren’t in a world where incest was normal - we were in the real world, and she’d just said she would sleep with me.

I thought for a second, and then realized how I’d phrased the question.

“Would you ever sleep with your brother?”

“No.”

“But do you want to?”

“Yes.”

I heard once that the only way to get someone to do something is to make them want to do it, so hey, this revelation wasn’t something I was going to complain about.

But the way she’d worded her desire ... she wanted to be “a part of it”. I felt like I was missing something.

“Do you want to sleep with Marcie?”

Her response was so quiet I barely heard it.

“ ... yes.”

I grinned. Now, the million-dollar question.

“Do you want to sleep with your brother and Marcie at the same time?”

Again, the pause, and again the quiet response.

“Yes.”

Session B38:

“You live in a world where hooking up with a brother and sister at the same time isn’t weird.”

Shake.

Damn. For some reason, I thought that would work.

Actually ... why had I thought that would work?

I had Marcie give me head while I thought about it.

In my mind, she would immediately have agreed to that hypothetical; she’d have nodded, I could have woken her up, and I soon would have had some idea of how effective making a ridiculous hypothetical come true was.

Just as I was about to cum (sucking cock is something that Marcie is particularly skilled at), I realized why I’d thought she would agree to it immediately, despite its far-fetched nature: Because Lucy had.

Lucy had agreed to the ridiculous hypothetical I’d posed to her; the idea of a world where incest wasn’t taboo. I hadn’t had to coax her into it; the moment I’d suggested it, she’d nodded.

As Marcie silently swallowed my seed, my mind briefly went blank, but when I regained focus, I realized what the difference was.

Lucy’s fantasies had been long and detailed. The idea of being allowed to fuck me was clearly something she’d been thinking about for a while - that hypothetical hadn’t come out of nowhere, it was something that she’d been building up for a while now.

All I had to do was alter Marcie’s fantasies ... which was, of course, something that I’d gotten good at.

“Stop,” I said, and Marcie sat up with a blank expression, ready to listen and obey. “Hypothetical...

“You’re having a sexy dream.”

Nod.

“In this dream, you’re going down on Lucy.”

Nod.

“ ... while I fuck you from behind.”

Pause.

I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again - worst-case scenario, she wakes up thinking she had a dream about going down on Lucy.

After a long silence, a tremor went through her whole body, a pulse of arousal. I was sure she was going to wake up.

Instead, she moved her head - so slightly I almost didn’t notice it.

Nod.

I grinned.

“The next night, you have a similar dream. This time, you and Lucy are both blowing me at the same time...”

Pause.

Tremor.

Nod.

Session B39:

“Would you tell me what you dreamed about last night, Marcie?”

“Yes.”

No surprise there. Marcie hadn’t kept a secret from me in a long time.

“What did you dream about?”

“I dreamed ... I dreamed that you had tied me up, and your sister was torturing me by sucking on my nipples. I dreamed that she had another mouth on her knee, and was licking my clit while she sucked on my nipples, and then you came inside me and I burst into a thousand pieces but you called me your perfect little slut and I came back together again...”

Marcie’s dreams can get a little weird, but the gist of it was there. Three days ago I’d told her to have recurring dreams about threesomes with me and Lucy, and it sounded like it was working.

Now, the next step.

“Okay Marcie, hypothetical: we live in a world where it’s not weird to hook up with a brother and his sister at the same time.”

Shake.

Wait.

What?

Session B43:

“What does my sister taste like?”

“I don’t know.”

I rolled my eyes. Duh, Marcie.

It wasn’t her fault, of course. When people are under, they’re extremely literal, and Marcie was pretty distracted at that moment. Every time I slid into her, she briefly had trouble breathing, but my questions never let up.

“What do you think she tastes like?”

“Sweet,” she gasped in monotone. “Sweet, and a little bit tangy.”

“Do you like the taste?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think you will?”

“I don’t know.”

I thrust forward and my entire length entered her. Even through the trance, she gasped.

“But ... I can’t wait to find out.”

Session B39:

“Okay,” I said, sitting back thoughtfully. Maybe I needed to build up to it. “Hypothetical: we live in a world where...”

How on earth do you slowly build up to sleeping with a pair of siblings? I had a lot riding on the answer to that question.

“Hypothetical: we live in a world where you can make out with a brother and a sister in the same night, and no one will judge you.”

Nod. Okay, great. Baby steps.

“Hypothetical: we live in a world where it isn’t weird to date one sibling after you’ve dated the other.”

Nod.

“Hypothetical: we live in a world where you can date a pair of siblings at the same time.”