Chapter 35

Session 48:

“What do you know about Marcie’s father?”

“He’s a professor. Spends a lot of time in his study. Looks sad, most of the time.”

“Has Marcie ever spoken much about him?”

“Yeah. She was pissed when he wouldn’t let her come to Spring Break.”

“Why do you think he wouldn’t let her?”

“I think he was just looking out for her.”

“Do you think he’s a good father?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Marcie told me. Not in those exact words, but I always got the sense he was a good guy.”

“Anything else?”

“Well, he’s looked after her ever since ... you know.”

Lucy shivered with arousal, and I smiled.

I didn’t like what I’d done to Marcie, but I liked the effect it’d had on my sister. As far as she’d concerned, I’d broken Marcie just to demonstrate that I could ... and it really turned her on.

“Do you think he’s attracted to his daughter?”

“No.

“Not even a little?”

“Not even a little.”

“Do you think he’s ever been inappropriate towards her?”

“No.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Marcie would have told me. Also, he’s never even checked me out.”

“So?”

“So if he was interested in people his daughter’s age, he would have.”

I nodded. My sister’s healthy ego at work, folks.

Not that she was wrong.

“So can you think of anything at all to suggest that he’s a bad father?”

“No.”

“Can you think of anything that indicates he wants to fuck his daughter?”

“No.”

“How would you react if I told you that he did?”

“I wouldn’t believe you. Not without proof.”

“You’re right,” I said with a smile. “He’s a good man.”

Nod.

“He’d never touch his daughter.”

Nod.

“He’d never even think of her in that light.”

Nod.

“So ... what would you do if I hypnotized him and made him fuck his own daughter?”

Lucy’s blank eyes widened. She opened her mouth, as if to speak, but nothing came out.

She began twitching.

For a moment, I was worried. My mind filled with images of Lucy breaking, ending up as blank and mindless as Marcie. I almost started to wake her up.

And then she began to moan, and I realized:

She was cumming.

Just the suggestion that I could make Richard fuck his daughter ... she couldn’t stop herself. She was cumming without even touching herself, ignoring my orders not to.

“God,” she finally gasped, as the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided. “Oh my god. Yes. Yes. Please.

“Please, Jack. Do it.”

“Why?”

“Because,” she replied in an aroused monotone, “if you can make Marcie’s Dad fuck her ... you can do anything.”

Session C28:

“If I asked you, would you tell me what you thought of my sister?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“She’s sitting next to you. It would be rude.”

Lucy was watching, transfixed.

Aside from Marcie’s catatonic state, she’d never actually seen me put someone under before.

She loved it.

I could tell that she wanted to jump in, offer suggestions, but she’d been given very strict instructions not to speak. I had no idea what conflicting instructions would do to someone while they were under, and I had no intention of finding out.

Session 48:

“Would it be selfish of me, to make Richard fuck his daughter?”

“No,” Lucy answered immediately. “It would be an act of kindness.”

“Why?”

“Because...”

She hesitated. I waited out the silence.

“It would be good for her. For him. For both of them.”

“Why would it be good for her?”

“She’s more herself when she’s being fucked.”

Interesting.

“You think that when I’m fucking Marcie, she’s ... back to her old self?”

“Not only when you’re fucking her,” Lucy responded. “And no, not completely. But that’s when she’s closest.”

“How so?”

“She’s ... fun.”

I started to ask a follow-up question, but cut myself off as I realized: Lucy was right.

Marcie wasn’t her old self. She’d never be herself again, far as I could tell.

But when she was being fucked, when she was cumming, whenever she was obeying sexual commands...

She was at least someone. And just like my sister said ... you could see glimpses of the old Marcie.

Deliberately hearing only half of a sentence, or the way her teeth would nip at your lip when she was kissing you. It was like the old Marcie was back, just for a moment.

“Why is it good for him?”

“Because,” she said, a slight twinkle in her eye. “Marcie’s great in bed.”

“But she’s his daughter.”

“Yes,” Lucy said. “But she’s so fucking hot.”

“Don’t you think he’d feel guilty?”

“He looks like he already feels guilty. At least this way he’d be getting laid.”

I nodded.

“Hypothetical: I hypnotize Richard and make him fuck Marcie.”

I was fully prepared for Lucy to shake her head, to reject the idea outright.

Instead, she nodded.

“Your best friend fucks her father, and it’s all because of me.”

Nod.

“What would you do?”

“I’d get off thinking about it.”

“What else?”

“I’d get you off while I was thinking about it.”

“How?”

“With my mouth. With my hands.”

There was a pause, and Lucy’s mouth dropped slightly as she pieced it all together.

“ ... with my pussy.”

Her eyes shone, and I grinned at her.

“Would you fuck me?”

“Yes.”

No hesitation.

“You’d fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“You’d commit incest?”

“Yes.”

“You would let me fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Lucy said, her blank eyes boring into mine. “If you can do that to Marcie and her father, you’re too powerful to resist.”

Session C29:

“If I asked you, would you tell me what you thought of Marcie?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Richard didn’t answer.

I sighed.

“If I asked you why you wouldn’t tell me what you thought of Marcie, would you tell me?”

“No.”

I considered going down the question-hole another level, just to show Lucy how much damn work it could be, but I didn’t want to waste any time.

Not now that I knew what would happen when I succeeded.

“Would you tell me what you thought of your daughter’s tits?”

“No.”

“Would you tell me what you thought of your daughter’s mouth?”

“No.”

“Would you tell me what you thought of your daughter’s ass?”

“No.”

Lucy was squirming in her chair. I stopped teasing her, and continued a more serious line of questioning.

“If I asked you, would you tell me what you thought of me?”

“Yes.”

“What do you think of me?”

“I think you’re a bright young man, with a strong interest in science.”

Lucy shot me a quizzical look. I’d briefed her on some of the work I’d done with Richard, but I hadn’t gone into every detail.

“If I asked you what you thought of yourself, would you tell me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It would be too depressing.”

Session 48:

It was tempting to wake Lucy up, then and there. Alter her memories, convince her that I had hypnotized Richard to have sex with Marcie.

I could be balls-deep inside my sister within minutes. Something I’d been working towards for months, dreaming about for years...

It was within reach.

But I couldn’t. I needed to play it safe.

Besides, this was something I was actually planning on doing. For Marcie. To a lesser extent, for Richard.

Why lie, when I could just ... do the thing?

With a sigh, I woke Lucy up, and explained my plan to her.

She almost came again just hearing about it.

Session C30:

Lucy was in the other room with Marcie. Richard’s back was to the door, so he couldn’t see that it was ajar, had no idea that my sister was listening intently to everything we said.

When we’d arrived home the other night, she hadn’t let me touch her. She was so turned on, she was terrified of cumming accidentally.

“I can’t believe you’re doing it,” she’d said, awestruck. “I can’t believe you do that to me. To Mom.”

My sister isn’t stupid. A part of me was terrified that she’d work it out: that her desires, our entire sexual relationship, Mom’s position as the household fuckdoll ... that all of it had started shortly after I began hypnotizing her.

Right now, not being allowed to cum was distracting her. While the two orgasms she’d had while tranced had helped, she was still quite frenzied. Too frenzied to piece it all together.

I hoped.

“What did you dream about last night, Richard?”

“Marcie.”

“What specifically?”

“She was on all fours, begging me to fuck her.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

There was a soft moan from the adjacent room. I hoped Richard would think it was his daughter, and pressed on.

“Would you fuck your daughter in real life?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I’d be taking advantage of her.”

“How?”

“She’s sick. Something happened to her, and she’s in an incapacitated state. To take advantage of someone in that state is ... it’s monstrous.”

“But you want to, don’t you?”

“No.”

“No part of you wants to?”

Silence.

“Do you think you’d be happier if you fucked Marcie?”

“That’s complicated.”

“On average, do you think you’d be more or less happy if you fucked Marcie?”

“More happy.”

“Do you think Marcie would be more or less happy if you fucked her?”

“More happy.”

“Why?”

“She seems happier when she’s...”

Richard trailed off. He’d tell me about his sexual, incestous dreams, but apparently describing Marcie’s real-life waking state was too much for him.

“Certain stimulus makes her happy.”

“What do you think my sister does in the other room, when she’s alone with Marcie?”

“I don’t know.”

“But what do you think?”

“I don’t.”

“You don’t ever think about it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to know.”

Session C31:

“Richard, what would you do if my sister told you what she does with Marcie?”

“I’d listen.”

“What if she told you that it’s sexual?”

“I’d be furious. I’d kick her out, and ban her from ever seeing my daughter again.”

My eyes widened. Lucy’s, too.

That wasn’t what we’d been expecting.

I shot her a look. Lucy nodded and stood up. She’d been sitting next to me, waiting for my order to go into explicit detail.

Instead, she slipped into the next room, shutting the door most of the way.

“Why would you be so mad?”

“Because your sister would be taking advantage of my daughter.”

“Do you think Marcie would enjoy it?”

“Yes, but that isn’t relevant.”

“Do you think the idea is sexy?”

“Yes. But that isn’t relevant.”

I paused.

When I’d discussed the plan with Lucy the previous night, it had seemed so flawless.

Although perhaps my sister’s lusty admiration had ... maybe I’d gotten an overinflated sense of how effective it would be.

“Richard...”

No.

The more I thought about it, the more I was sure: my instinct had been right. It was a good plan.

It was a good plan, and it was going to work.

I just needed to come at it from a different angle.

I thought for a few more minutes, choosing my words carefully.

“How do you know my sister would be the one taking advantage?”

“Because my daughter is catatonic. It’s impossible to be sexual with her without taking advantage.”

“Why?”

“Because she can’t communicate what she wants. She can never take the lead.”

I smiled.

That was something I could fix.

“Hypothetical: you have a dream about my sister and your daughter, naked, making love...”

Session C32:

“How do you feel about my sister being alone in the room with your daughter?”

“Uncomfortable.”

“Have you ever felt uncomfortable about this before?”

“No.”

“But you do now?”

“Yes.”

“Are you worried that my sister is taking advantage of your daughter?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to check for yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you?”

Richard didn’t answer.

“Hypothetical: my sister comes over without me.”

Nod.

“You hear a soft moan from the room they’re in.”

Nod.

“You notice they’ve left the door slightly ajar.”

Nod.

“You peek inside.”

Nod.

“My sister is making love to your daughter. What do you do?”

“I storm in there, wrench them apart, shout at Lucy, and forbid her from ever coming over again.”

Perfect.

“Okay, new hypothetical: my sister is over, and you peek inside to see what they’re doing.”

Nod.

“Lucy is sitting there while your daughter...”

I shifted forward slightly in my seat.

“Your daughter is trying to seduce her.

Richard sat and stared at me blankly.

“Marcie isn’t just sitting there. She’s trying to undress my sister, trying to make love to her.”

No reaction.

“Marcie is taking the lead.”

Nothing.

“Marcie is trying to seduce my sister. What do you do?”

There was a long silence, during which I really did hear a soft moaning sound coming from the next room.

Maybe that’s what triggered Richard’s response, or maybe he just needed processing time. In either case, he answered just a few moments after a second moan could be heard.

“I softly shut the door.”

“Do you tell my sister she can no longer come over?”

“ ... no.”

At long last, I was starting to feel like I’d mastered this.

Session B131:

“Marcie, whenever Lucy says ‘daffodil’, you’re going to reach out and try to take off her top.”

Marcie, to no one’s surprise, didn’t respond.

I nodded to Lucy.

“‘Daffodil’.”

Marcie reached out, and tried to remove my sister’s top.

Session A186:

“You’ve noticed that Lucy hasn’t cum recently.”

Nod.

“It worries you.”

Nod.

“If she doesn’t cum, she might end up like Marcie.”

Twitch. Nod.

“Next time you’re pleasuring her, you’re going to try twice as hard as you normally do.”

Nod.

“You don’t talk about sex, so you’re going to have to look after her in other ways.”

Nod.

The last two times I’d put Lucy under, she’d cum. Until my plan was complete, I was refraining from hypnotizing her. I wanted her to be as worked up as possible.

I was doing what I could to increase her frustration, but I figured there was no harm in getting Mom in on it as well.

Mom shook with pleasure as I pulsed inside her, my orgasm triggering her own.

“Good girl.”

She beamed in response.

Session C33:

“Would you tell me what you saw for the last few weeks, when I wasn’t here?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not appropriate.”

“Would it be more appropriate if it was someone other than my sister?”

“ ... yes. But I still wouldn’t tell you.”

I nodded. It was all I could do to resist calling Richard a ‘good boy’.

The first week I wasn’t there, Marcie had attempt to seduce my sister. It hadn’t gone any further than that.

The second week, the two of them had made out for a few minutes. Again - Marcie had initiated the encounter.

I doubt Richard had noticed the very specific words my sister had spoken first.

Last week, Lucy had allowed Marcie to strip her. We weren’t sure exactly what Richard had seen, but my sister had told me he hadn’t been able to make eye-contact while she’d been saying goodbye.

It was as close as confirmation as we were going to get.

This week, I’d come along as well. Richard had looked disappointed to see me, but he’d enthusiastically accepted my offer to put him under.

I suspected the poor man had been fairly tense, as of late.

“Are you still going to let my sister visit Marcie?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because ... it’s good for her.”

Jackpot.

“My sister’s visit is good for your daughter?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“It seems to be helping her improve. She’s more ... herself ... than I’ve seen her in months.”

“You don’t think my sister is a bad person?”

“No.”