Chapter 6

Session 18:

“Would you tell me what you dream about?”

“Yes.”

“What do you dream about?”

“When?”

Damn it, Lucy. Marcie was so much more obedient, in so many ways. If Lucy was half as pliable as Marcie, I’d have been fucking her a long time ago.

Though I had to admit—the challenge was half the fun.

“What did you dream about last night?”

“I don’t really remember many of the details. I think I bought a dog, or found a dog, or something like that. And I was taking it past a bakery, or maybe just a windmill, when we found something and I had to end up leaving it there for some reason.”

Wow. You know how listening to people’s dreams is boring? Add a monotone. I was half-tempted to get her to take her top off, just to give me something interesting to look at, but I didn’t know how she was going to react to my next move, and having her wake up topless would be pretty tricky to explain.

“Do you ever dream about me?”

“Yeah, sometimes.”

“Would you tell me the dreams?”

“Yes.”

I asked for details. Of course I asked for details. And even as I did, I regretted it. The next few minutes consisted of a series of half-stories, some of which I only appeared in once. None of them, of course, were sexual. When she was done, I tried to shake off the boredom and kept going with my plan.

“Would you talk to me about sexual dreams?”

There was a long pause, but she eventually answered.

“Yes.”

I think our sessions had actually been good for my sister, in a way—she’d really loosened up a lot.

“Would you talk to me about any sexual dreams you have involving me?”

“No.”

“What was the last sex dream you had?”

I won’t share the details, but it was equally vague and incomprehensible—apparently Lucy doesn’t dream in vivid detail, or focus on the physical sensations very much.

That was about to change.

“Hypothetical: you’re dreaming about me.”

Nod.

“You’re having an extremely sexy, erotic dream about me.”

The immediacy of her nod gave me a lot of hope.

“You’re jerking me off, and you’re topless.”

Nod.

“We’re not in the hospital though—we’re in the living room. You’re stroking my cock, just like you have 34 to 37 times before. You’re stroking my cock, and staring at it. You can see the veins, you can feel it throb in your hand. You know that I’m about to cum, and you’re looking forward to it. You can’t wait to feel me cum, feel my cock pulse in your hand, and watch me spurt.”

Nod. Her breathing was slightly heavier, and she showed no sign of resistance. This dreams angle really seemed to be the way to go.

“You’re topless, and you can feel the air conditioning on your nipples. Your nipples are hard, and your breasts are cold. Your hand can feel my warm, hard cock—it’s so thick and excited. It’s going to blow soon, you can feel it ... and you want it to blow on your chest. You want me to cum on your chest so bad—you want to feel the contrast of my warm, salty semen on your cold, smooth chest.

“You want me to coat your breasts with my seed. You want to feel me cum on your tits, paint them, mark you as my property. You’re so turned on by the idea—it’s the sexiest, most erotic idea that you’ve ever had.

“You start talking dirty to me, telling me how much you want me to blow my load on your breasts, how wrong and sexy it would be. You lean forward, you’re about to put your mouth on my cock when you feel my orgasm approaching.

“Leaning back, you feel me spurt onto your huge tits, and you love it. It’s so hot that it makes you cum as well, without even touching yourself. We’re just sitting there, cumming together, two siblings sharing an orgasm, two siblings getting each other off...”

She hasn’t said anything, but the familiar flush was creeping up her neck.

“You wake up, and you realize that this is a dream you’ve had before. It’s a dream you’ve been having every night, and you’ll probably keep on having it. It’s a sexy, erotic dream, and you wake up super turned on.”

Nod. I take a deep breath—Marcie went for this next bit, but I’ve got no idea if Lucy will buy it.

“You lay back in bed, and play with yourself, thinking about the sexy dream you’ve just had...”

She was tempted. I know she was tempted, because she didn’t say anything for a record time. Well, I wasn’t timing, but it definitely felt like a record time—we just sat there in silence for ages, her breathing heavy, her skin flushed, her eyes staring wide and glassy at me.

Finally, she broke the tension, with a confused look, and a question.

“Wh ... what time is it?”

Session 19: I gave it a full week before checking in with Lucy again. In that time, I can tell you ... I made good use of Marcie. I think she came over every day, and it was always the same—we’d get naked, I’d go down on her for a bit, she’d go down on me for a bit, and then I’d cum on her tits.

I honestly don’t know why I was so obsessed with the idea ... maybe because it was the closest to a genuinely dirty act that I’d actually managed to get. Sure, my sister thought she’d jerked me off a few dozen times, but she did that purely out of kindness. Her tits?

If she just wanted to hide my cum, there were plenty of other options. A pocket, her back, even a tissue. Suggesting that I cum on her tits ... that’s a sure sign of sexual interest if there ever was one.

Lucy waking up when she did hadn’t been part of my plan, but it worked just fine. We’d been in the middle of a hypothetical about a recurring dream, and that was exactly what I wanted. I made sure to stay away from her room in the morning—I wanted to make sure she had total privacy, just in case a week full of dreams pushed her over the edge, and she wanted to relive them and play with herself.

I didn’t even hypnotize her again—there was always the risk that she’d link me putting her under to the strange dreams she’d been having, and that would really put a crimp in my plans.

There was just one thing that I changed about my behaviour—I started approaching her every time I masturbated. Well, with Marcie around, I didn’t really need to jerk off that often, so I just picked a couple of random times each day, and thanked her.

She was casual (if a little curt) in response, but more than once I saw a slight blush hit her ears when I thanked her.

I was getting close to something good. I knew it.

A week later, when I finally put her under again, I didn’t dance around.

“Will you tell me what you’ve been dreaming about lately?”

“ ... no.”

Jackpot.

Session A10: