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[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 14 - Endgame

Do you want to lick my pussy …

Chloe had spent more than an hour now listening to the song too. First in her own room, while finishing another project, and writing a number 5 and a short note on a piece of masking tape. Then, reclining in various positions near her sister’s door, alternating with checking in on her parents in the living room, and watching them for a while.

“Lydia, bend over. All fours, on the floor. Helen? Get underneath. I’m going to fuck your sister, and you’re going to suck on her nipples, and lick her clit, and if you’re a good girl, you can lick my cock as it pounds into her cunt. And you’re both going to love it. Aren’t you?”

It was so engrossing watching her father. Listening to him give commands ...

Chloe returned to Kenzie’s door, waiting. What had her life become? Babysitting a bunch of sluts, who were mindlessly enjoying their pleasures without cares … while she still carried the stress of the world … Who’s the real dummy? she thought, and giggled.

Giggly makes you horny, she thought. Horny makes you giggly, she told herself. And giggled again.

*click*

“Chloe?”

She leapt to her feet as her sister slowly emerged from her bedroom. Kenzie was so beautiful, she thought. Her mouth was so full, and soft. Her eyes so wide and trusting. And her breasts … Chloe licked her lips.

“I’m sorry,” whispered Kenzie.

And Chloe enfolded her, all in an instant, their bodies melting into each other, her hands all over her sister’s back, in her hair, as their lips met, their tongues entwined, and Chloe’s mind saw sparks and flashes in every color before going completely white as their kiss stretched on and on in its passion and love …

They fell to the floor, Kenzie moaning loudly as her big sister kissed her way down her belly and feasted on her dripping pussy, there in the hallway outside their rooms.

Kenzie howled as the first orgasm ripped through her, then lunged to tackle her sister, straddling her face as she dove into Chloe’s cunt in a frantic, sloppy 69 …

They were, finally, such devoted sisters …

Some time later, panting and a little rug burned, Chloe took her sister’s face in her hands. “Look at me,” she said tenderly. “Are you OK?”

Kenzie nodded, smiling somewhat vacantly.

“I’ve made you happy?”

Her sister’s eyes welled up. She nodded again.

“Good.” She nipped Kenzie’s lower lip with her teeth. “I need you to tell me something. Can you do that? I need to counteract what I think is about to happen with Daddy, and it’s the only thing I can think of. I need to hear something, and I need it to stick, and I think the only way it will … is if it comes from you. I’m absolutely devoted to you, you know … Can you do that for me?”

She stared deep into her sister’s trusting, mindless, cow-like, loving eyes …

You think you can resist but whyyy …

The sisters walked into the living room, hand in hand. Both were naked now. Kenzie still wore the purple panties, but it was Chloe who now wore the collar, the leash lying gently down her back, bouncing against her butt with every step.

The house was silent, except for the grunting from Dave as he rammed himself again and again into Helen’s abused cunt. Lydia was passed out on the carpet nearby. As they walked in, he looked up, pulled out, and turned to them, dripping with sweat, his shiny cock bouncing. Both girls couldn’t take their eyes off it.

“I’ve got Kenzie, Daddy.”

He chuckled in his throat, and his eyes gleamed. His jaw hung slack, and he barely seemed to recognize them as his own offspring – just more meat.

“A couple more eager, suggestible sluts, aren’t you?” He swallowed. “Then I suggest … that you find my cock irresistible, and you both want to get down and suck it. Right now.”

Kenzie squealed happily, dropping to her knees instantly in front of her father and sucking his hard shaft into her throat. It always felt so good to do that! Mmmm … it shut off her brain completely … Ooh maybe he’d cum on her titties! She loved that!!

Behind her, Chloe was struggling. Her eyelids fluttered.

Fight it, a tiny voice whispered. It sounded like Chloe, the Chloe she was a month ago.

She sank, slowly, to her knees, some feet away.

No! You’ve never sucked cock in your life and you’re not about to start now. But she wasn’t strong enough. Not alone.

She licked her lips. She shuffled forward.

And then:

I’ve got an even better suggestion, echoed a different voice in her head. And you want to please your sister, don’t you?

And with her last stubborn effort of will – aided by the last instructions by her sister – she turned, and buried her face between her mother’s legs.

Helen squealed awake, her toes curling. Finally, a truly practiced tongue!!

Dave watched the lesbian tongue lashing, and his hard cock grew in his daughter’s throat. Good enough, he thought. For now.

And Chloe sunk blissfully, mindlessly, into worshipping her mother’s sticky cunt – dripping wet and full of her father’s cum – and sighed contentedly. Don’t want to be brainy, she thought. Just wanna be horny …

And then her thoughts faded away completely. Until there was just the music.

THE END

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After-credits bonus scene

Chloe lapped at her mother’s juicy pussy, grabbing and sqeezing her mother's full round bottom, her own ass in the air. As their father slowly penetrated Kenzie’s tight young snatch from behind, Kenzie leaned forward and began to eagerly probe her sister’s tight asshole with her tongue. Chloe gasped in mindless pleasure ...

And something dropped from her hand and bounced once on the carpet.

The iPod landed with the masking-taped side up.

If anyone was looking at it –

And no one was, but maybe …

Just maybe …

Someone would see it later –

They would have seen a number “5” penciled there. And underneath that, in Chloe’s neat engineering printing:

“Chloe. Dummy. If you’ve got any brains left – Play this.”

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[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 1

mind control, subliminals, female/female, male/female, female domination, incest

Don’t wanna be

Thinking

Thinking

Thinking

Kenzie loved this song! She couldn’t stop listening to it ... It was running through her head all through class, but she still couldn’t get enough. Five minutes passing period? In went the earbuds! Walking through the halls to that pounding, entrancing beat ...

Don’t wanna be

Thinking

Thinking

Think—

So fun to be

Giggly

Giggly

Gigg—

Don’t wanna be

Thinking

Thinking

Think—

So fun to be

Giggly

Giggly...

Her toe was tapping all through Pre-Calc. Her lips were moving, too. Occasionally she almost thought there were words, but ... No. Just a great beat. Nothing she needed to think about. Just to keep listening to ... and enjoy.

Off to lunch! And the beat caught her again.

Don’t wanna be

Thinking

Thinking

Think—

So fun to be

Giggly

Giggly

Giggly...

With her earbuds back in, she smiled at everyone passing. Kenzie was in a great mood today! There was an extra sparkle in the air, and she wanted to smile at everyone. And they were smiling back! What a new and wonderful experience!!

She giggled to herself. “I forgot how much fun smiling was!! Hee hee!!”

Don’t wanna be

Thinking

Thinking

Think—

Normally, Kenzie was a serious and studious girl. It’s not that she didn’t like to have fun, but she thought a lot about her future. She would graduate near the top of her class, get into a great college, start off on a fulfilling and socially responsible career that also made her financially independent and then ... then she could have fun. Simple.

It’s fun to be

Simple

Simple

Simple ...

But today she was ... Well, today she was just in a good mood. That’s all.

Don’t wanna be

Brainy

Brainy

Brainy ...

It feels good to

Obey

Obey

Obey ...

“Honey?”

Home now, at her desk, and Kenzie had switched to her home headphones—the big ones that shut out all external sound and let her enjoy every nuance.

“Honey?” Her mom touched her arm, and Kenzie ... woke up. She blinked, paused the music, took off her headphones ... languorously, like she was stretching after a nap. “Yeah, mom?”

“You know I don’t like you listening to music while you’re doing your homework.”

“I do it all the time, mom. And it helps. We’ve talked about this.”

“Yes, well ... I’m not so sure about that this time. You were kind of just sitting there. I think you’ve been looking at the same page for the last half hour... New album? You seem obsessed with it the last few days. It’s like the Hamilton thing all over again.”

“Actually, it’s just one song...” she said sheepishly. “But it’s amazing—it’s like I hear something new every time I listen to it!”

“I see. And you’re going to have to listen to it until you learn all the words, like you did with that Guns and Ships?”

“I don’t think there’s any words to it Mom.”

“No? Sounded like you were singing along to something...”

Kenzie blinked. Was she? There was a faint memory...

You wanna be

Sexy

Sexy

Sexy

She giggled. “No Mom. Just humming.”

“Well, take the headphones off for now, anyway. It must be distracting you, you’re not getting anything done. Dinner’s in half an hour.”

Kenzie put the headphones next to her on the desk. But within minutes her hand crept over to them and picked them up again, almost without her being aware of it. They hugged her ears and she slipped back into her light trance, her eyes closing and her vapid smile growing...

You’re gonna be

Dumber

Dumber

Dumb—

Cuz dumber is

Funner

Funner

Fun...

“Kenzie! Dinnertime, let’s go!”

Wow, where did the time go? She felt ... spacey. And she was ... sitting on the floor, against the wall? When did that happen? She stood up slowly, feeling dizzy. But in a good way. She giggled. Everything seemed sparkly and happy. She hadn’t done a thing with her project, but it didn’t seem important right now. And she felt warm ... like some of the happy sparkles were inside her body.

She giggled again. She was aroused!! Parts of her felt very sparkly indeed! Hee hee!

“Kenzie!! Call your sister and come set the table!”

Chloe! She hadn’t talked to her older sister all afternoon. But she MUST go find her! She must thank her!!

You love to be

Bubbly

Bubbly

Bubbly

She hurried down the hall.

And listen to

Chloe

Chloe

Chloe

“Omigosh omigosh!! Like, thank you for the music!! I love it!!”

Her sister, two years older, smiled... And if there was something wicked in the smile, something predatory, Kenzie was too bubbly to notice. “Oh, I’m so glad. I hoped you’d like it. In fact, if you like that one, I’ve got some other songs I think you’ll love ...”

“Really?? Oh yes please!!”

“And if I can give you my advice ...” Chloe leaned forward.

“Uh huh??”

“I think you should listen to these songs on your headphones while you sleep.” She moved even closer, whispering. “Aaaaalllll night....”

Her breath was hot on Kenzie’s ear, and she shivered a little. It felt so good to obey. Especially to obey her sister.

“That’s a great idea!!”

Chloe smiled. Grinned, really. Like a shark. Or the Grinch.

“Gooood...”

*****

The saga begins!!

Hey remember when we all used iPods? *giggle*

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[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 13

Kenzie was lying on her bed, her fingers sticky. She’d rubbed herself into a near-coma and now lay with limp limbs, looking at the ceiling. She would giggle occasionally. She would sniffle occasionally. But mostly she just idly stroked her soaking cleft, and watched the ceiling fan going round and round …

Suddenly there came a knocking. But not from the door – through the wall …

*Knock, knock, na-knock, knock, knock*

Do you want to lick my pussy?

Come on, I know you do

I never see you anymore

Come out the door

I’ve got what you want too …

You used to suck my boobies

But now you don’t

You think you can resist but whyyy?

Do you want to lick my pussy?

… It doesn’t have to be my pussy …

SECOND VOICE (plaintively)

Wh-what are you doing to me??

FIRST VOICE

Okay, bye …

Kenzie remembered this song – it was from that animated movie. Where one sister was locked in her room, and the other sister wanted her to come out and play with her … But … were the words a little different? She listened to the second voice, the big sister, as she (presumably) paced her room …

I really want to lick her pussy …

Probing deep inside her walls

Cup her ass cheeks and go down

Suck her clit and turn her round

She’ll scream the pictures off the walls!

(You’re going down, Joan!)

My cunt is getting lonely …

It’s so empty, without her tongue

It aches as the hours tick by …

Tick tock lick suck tick tock lick suck

... dumb cunt tick tock cunt slut …

After a dozen repetitions of the song, Chloe was sitting on the floor in the hallway, her back against the wall. She had lost the headphones. She had lost her pants, too, though she didn’t remember taking them off.

She was absentmindedly pinching a nipple as she waited. And listened. She’d always liked this song, and tweaking it so that the little sister was further enthralled to the big sister’s pussy was a stroke of …

She stroked her slick cunt lips, edging herself without thinking about it. A stroke of …

Wait, which one was the big sister? And which was the little sister? Was the big sister the one who was locked in her room?

*Knock knock knock*

LITTLE SISTER

Please, I know you’re in there

My holes are asking where you’ve been

Your mind can’t resist, though it’s trying to

I’m naked out here for you

Just let me in

We’re horny for each other

Your cunt belongs to me

What are you gonna do?

*click*

BIG SISTER

Can I lick your pussy?

What a beautiful song! Kenzie thought, after another dozen times on repeat. After the first few plays, she’d started singing along on some of the words, as she stroked herself, sunk into her sweaty pillows. I’m so glad my sister shared it with me … OMG my sister!! I really need to get my tongue back in her cunt! I don’t know what I was so afraid of …

“Chloe!!” she called. “I’m ready to come out now!!”

She padded to the door, and unlocked it with a click.

***

Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion ... Sisters: ENDGAME!

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[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 5

Don’t want to be

Brainy

Brainy

Brainy

Alone now, Chloe stretched her sister’s nude body out, face-down, on the couch in the studio, and, straddling Kenzie’s calves, began rubbing her sister’s thighs and hips with her favorite lotion. Kenzie moaned at her touch, her soreness and ache being soothed away by her big sister’s strong hands.

“You took those cocks like a queen, my pet,” Chloe murmured. “What a good girl, I’m so proud of

you ...”

“Mmmmm thank you ... You know I love pleasing my sister ...”

She massaged Kenzie’s perky round bottom, licking her lips. “Yes you do. It feels so good to obey, doesn’t it.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re going to take lots of cocks for me, angel. But there’s only one pussy you’re addicted to, isn’t that right?”

“Yoursss,” whispered her limp, broken sister.

“Good girl.”

Chloe was feeling a lot more tender toward her sister than she used to. After all, the girl had given her so much pleasure. And she wasn’t the little genius, lording her brains over her anymore. Nothing wrong with a little aftercare.

And anyway, Mom had always taught her to take good care of her toys. Chloe giggled to herself.

“Turn over now, babe. I need a taste.”

Chloe luxuriated for a moment in the sweet taste of her sister’s juices, mixed with the tang of the boys’ cum still dripping out of her cunny. She sucked tenderly on her clit, grazing it over her teeth (to an arched-back moan from Kenzie) before plunging her tongue back into her folds.

She cupped Kenzie’s perfect bottom with both hands and feasted. Finally, she raised her shining face to say, “You love this don’t you.”

“Oh fuck I do ...”

“You’re my suggestible little dimwit, aren’t you?”

“Am I?”

She was about to say, “Yes, you are,” when she paused. Without saying another word, Chloe devoured her sister’s pussy thoughtfully.

She was giving suggestions every time she did that, she knew. Even asking the question was putting an idea into her head, and confirming it seemed to cement it even further. And she’d spent plenty of time making sure that any of Chloe’s suggestions seemed like very, very good ideas to Kenzie.

Should she lock it in, even more than she already had, that Kenzie was, by nature and by definition, suggestible? A suggestible dimwit, to be guided by ANYONE’s input?

She sat back on her haunches, two fingers working deep inside her sister’s pussy.

“The subliminals in my music have lowered your inhibitions,” she mused aloud as Kenzie moaned, “and have been making you think less and giggle more. That by itself has been making you more horny, and in turn more suggestible even without the subliminals directly impacting your need for sex, and need for physical validation.”

Kenzie began pinching her nipples, writhing, lost in pleasure. She let the words pass her by without comprehension.

“Knees up, princess,” Chloe said, and Kenzie instantly lifted her knees to give her sister greater access. “Rub your clit,” she said, and she did.

“Let’s see, there have been messages about obeying Chloe, and about being a good obedient sister. Wanting to please your sister. But did I ever ... You know, what I didn’t think to do was make that connnection for you. So that you’ve been listening to suggestions from ANYONE, not just me, and thinking they’re great ideas ... I never said you only obey your sister. Is that right?”

“Uh huh ... uuunnggghhh ...”

Chloe hadn’t really thought that Kenzie was listening. “It is?”

“Yesss ... I’ve heard so many good ideas this week ... It feels good to do things for my sister, like stupid good!! And I love agreeing with Chloe, it makes me feel so warm and tingly, I’m such a good devoted sister oh fuck that’s good ...”

“But ... honey? Listen ... does it feel good to obey other people besides me?”

“Oh yeah!!!! Like, the other day ... ohhh ffffpleez I needa cum ...”

“Not yet,” said Chloe, slowing her fingerwork, watching her sister’s hands flit from her nipples to her clit to stroking her belly, her whole body on fire with need. “Who else?”

“The other day, some – some boy told me I liked it when he came on my titties ... and uunnghh ... an’ I realized he was RIGHT!! I LOVE it!! I came instantly, the next time somebody came on my boobies!!”

“You did??”

“Uh huh!! I just wish I had bigger titties, so it would feel even better, and I could get more cum on them!!! Oh godd, rubbing cum in my big giant boobs I’d cum over an’ over ...”

“Umm ... Wow. OK.” Chloe had removed her fingers completely, and was sucking on them absently, enjoying her little sister’s taste. “What else?”

Her corrupted sister was molesting herself mercilessly, her eyes pointed toward the ceiling but dazed and unfocused. “Ummm ... well just now I found out what spit-roasted means!! And I found out I like it so much it makes me cum buckets!!! I can’t wait to do it again!!!”

Chloe watched her for a moment. “OK, I gotta think about this. Go ahead and cum.”

When the screaming had subsided, Chloe brought iPod #3 to the limp form of the girl. She was completely drained in body as well as mind. “I’ve got some work to do, hun. You can listen to your favorite song while I work, okay?”

Kenzie barely stirred. Just stared at the wall, a little drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

Sisters ... Sisters ...

You are such a good devoted sister ...

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[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 12

Chloe swung into action at the makeshift worktable in her own bedroom. She knew what she had to do, she just hoped she had the right tools. And enough time …

How had things gotten so far? All she’d wanted to do was turn her sister into a brainless slut … I mean, was that so wrong? Just … Just have a little fun with her. Show everyone she wasn’t that smart after all, and didn’t deserve all the scholarships, and the attention …

It was all so silly! She laughed to herself … it seemed funny that it had all seemed so important, at one time … What a silly girl she was!!

Chloe shook her head desperately with a gasp, and grabbed her headphones. She was running out of time.

Yes, it had started as a little fun. And then – well, it was hot making her sister submit to all the men. The boys. Kenzie had always acted like boys were beneath her, like dating was something she didn’t have time for or was too cool for …

Chloe knew why she, Chloe, wasn’t interested in boys, but she had never felt that her sister leaned the same way. Well, she’d shown her, hadn’t she? Kenzie loved sucking cock, now. Loved it more than reading books, which used to be one of her favorite things (hell, she barely remembered how to read now) but in addition to her newfound thirst to please men sexually, she was also addicted to her big sister’s pussy as well.

And for her part, Chloe felt more tender toward Kenzie than she had in years. Loved her, really. Loved going down on her, but loved making her happy, too. Was devoted to her sister. (Was that a function of the rivalry between them being gone? Or was it the subliminals acting on her subconscious?)

Turn it off, turn it off, goddammit turn it off before it was too late

But now … Kenzie was unhappy. Chloe needed to fix that.

Backing tracks, vocal synthesizer. Careful wording of the text. One hand holding the bulky headphones to her ear, the other adjusting levels. Her old homework desk had done all right as her first workstation for her recordings and experiments, but she was really wishing for the studio now. Couldn’t be helped.

But she knew this would be the perfect song to get through to her sister. One of Kenzie’s favorite songs, from one of her favorite movies, about loving sisters … If she could only finish her work before it was too late. Before the music claimed her too.

It’s too late it’s too late turn it off

Yes, of course she knew. Chloe could tell she was as affected by the songs as anyone else. It was harder to concentrate, and she was prone to fits of giggling, and it was probably only her deep awareness of the programming and how it worked that was letting her fight it this long. She’d been exposed to the music from the living room for probably two hours, the whole time she and her sister were playing. And every time she’d tried to turn it off … well, that’s when she really became aware that the compulsion to keep listening to the iPods was working on her.

When she’d been listing the effects of the subliminal tracks, she’d forgotten to mention the first one, the primary one that made all the others more effective. It was baked right in, right from the beginning: You love listening to this music. You don’t ever want to stop.

She put the big, noise-canceling headphones over both ears as she mixed and remixed the music. It cut out all the other distractions, and let her listen to the subliminals she’d created, the vocals, the new music … letting her concentrate.

She wondered what was happening in the living room now. She’d never meant for this to happen – for the music to ensnare her mother, her aunt … to make them slutty and stupid and oh so agreeable … God, it sounded like fun … No!

She wondered for a minute if it affected men the same way as women. She wondered if her father would turn giggly and dumb and horny …

She wondered, too, what would happen if a man like her father found out what the music did, and … used it against them.

What would happen if he learned the rules …

All you need to remember

Is obedience, pet …

Dave lay on the rug, naked, his wife straddling his head, her sister riding his cock. He’d cum at least three times, but was still hard, amazingly enough. And he’d missed the taste of his wife’s pussy – he was devouring it with gusto as he gripped her still-toned ass.

Above him, Lydia and Helen were making out with each other, massaging each other’s breasts, as he’d commanded, while wriggling on his cock and tongue. They were giggling, and moaning, and enjoying themselves immensely.

Dave lifted Helen off his face just enough to grunt, “Tell each other how devoted you are to pleasing me. How happy it makes you to be my sluts. And believe it, because of who is telling you …” He returned to sucking on her clit as Helen squealed her pleasure into her sister’s mouth.

“Omigod his cock feels so perfect in my pussy,” said Lydia, starry-eyed. “I love being sister sluts with you!”

“I can’t believe I ever wanted to divorce him,” Helen panted, pinching her sister’s nipples. “The only thing hotter than pleasuring his body, is watching him fuck you stupid! You’re addicted to his cock now, just like I am!!”

“I am!!!”

Turn it off turn it off turn it off you gotta find a way please I’m begging you just turn it off and we’ll figure out what comes next …

Chloe moved her largest speakers to be against the wall between their bedrooms, the headphones still over her ears. The speakers should ensure that, even without being able to put earbuds on her, Kenzie would be immersed in enjoyment of the new song as it blasted through the wall.

Had she always had a crush on her sister? Had that been behind this whole experiment? Or had that been created, and then fostered, by the experience, the enslavement and whoring her out and making her an obedient pussy licker … Or, maybe by her own exposure to the music, hypnotized to love and adore her sister, and wanting to obey her …

Impossible to say … and pointless to wonder now anyway …

There was something else she had to do … what was it?

Oh! Silly!! Can’t have two songs playing at once!! That would be SO annoying!!

And as if she had suddenly, finally, heard the whispered words from her subconscious, she walked calmly to the living room, in the perfect headphone-bound silence of her head, and turned off the Bose.

You’re gonna be dumber, dumber, dumber, cuz dumber is fu –

Click.

There. Now I can play the new song.

She turned, and watched the three naked adults sweating silently for a little while. Her eyes were a bit glazed. It was so mesmerizing to watch them. Mom was lying on her back on the couch, sucking Dad’s cock hard, while Aunt Lydia was going down on Mom’s cunt. Her aunt’s pussy, engorged and dripping, was waving at her, and Chloe licked her lips, watching it sway. How funny it was – like watching porn with the sound off.

Oh! Daddy was saying something. She took off the headphones … aahhh, now she could hear them moaning, gasping, slobbering …

“What are you doing, kitten?” he asked gently.

Chloe had to suck the spit back into our mouth to answer, and she realized she must have been drooling a little, her mouth hanging open for a while as she watched. “Turning off the music so Kenzie can hear my new song,” she murmured, her eyes fixed on her father’s long, thick shaft, slick with her mother’s saliva, as it stroked in and out of sight.

“Why don’t you go get your sister, and bring her here.”

“I’m …” She shuddered. Then looked into his eyes. They were warm, but firm, and held an expression she’d never seen on him before, only on horny teenage boys. Greedy, horny teenage boys.

“I’m trying, Daddy,” Chloe said in a small voice.

“Good girl.”

She whimpered. Then giggled. Then watched her aunt licking at her mother’s juicy cunt for a while, idly touching herself through her clothes. She could sort of hear snatches of songs going through her head, in the silence.

Her father pulled out of her mom’s mouth, slapping his cock against her cheek as he prepared to explode again. “Go on, now, kitten,” he said over his shoulder.

Chloe nodded, dazed, and left the room slowly.

I have to get my sister out of her room. That’s all that matters now. After that … We’ll figure out what comes next.

She walked down the hall, went to her workbench, turned everything on … then, still in a daze, and not quite herself knowing why, she put the headphones over her ears again. And reached for another iPod.

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[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 2

Kenzie woke to find that her sheets were soaked with sweat and her fingers were jammed deep in her soaking pussy. She sat up with a start. What was happening? She never had erotic dreams, rarely touched herself, and certainly never slept in the nude.

She absentmindedly slid her middle two fingers into her mouth and tasted her juices.

Yet here she was, undeniably naked, though she was sure she hadn’t gone to bed that way. And she’d been having some kind of sex dream... Hadn’t she? Kenzie couldn’t remember details, just an impression—of wantonness, and school. Her school uniform, maybe?

And as for touching herself, she obviously had been. Quite a bit. And ...

She realized she was still sucking on her fingers and jerked her hand from her mouth. What was happening to her??

She picked up her sister’s iPod from among the tangled sheets, noticing that it had apparently died overnight, and padded into the living room after hastily throwing on underwear and her oversize Tardis T shirt. Her sister was the only one home, since mom had already left for work.

“Chloe, did you —”

“Could you do me a favor and put in a piece of toast for me?” her sister interrupted.

“What? Oh sure...” she said, going into the kitchen. “Chloe, is the —”

“It feels good to do things for me, doesn’t it?”

“Mmmmm, it does,” said Kenzie absently, and sure enough a little shudder of pleasure ran through her body as she got out the loaf of bread. “And it feels good to agree, doesn’t it?” said Chloe, following her into the kitchen.

“Uh huh!!”

She gave an uncharacteristic giggle as she dropped the bread into the toaster. It DID feel good to agree with her big sister!! Like, stupid-good!!

“Don’t forget to charge your new iPod,” Chloe said silkily. “Then you can take it to school with you! Won’t that be fun?”

“Uh huh!!” Kenzie was sucking on one of her fingers again, but she didn’t notice.

“Was there something you were going to ask me?”

Kenzie wrinkled her brow in an almost-parody of concentration. “I dess nod,” she said around her finger.

“Then run along. Get charged and get dressed.” Kenzie nodded obediently. “Maybe you want to wear a skirt today.”

Kenzie’s eyes widened. “I do!!” she said, wiping her wet fingers on the front of her underwear.

It felt good.

To think makes you

Dizzy

Dizzy

Dizzy

Kenzie was having a much harder time than usual with her honors classes today. She was two months from graduating near the top of her class, with a solid scholarship at a great college waiting for her just ahead and an undeniably bright future right after. So, a couple days of slacking off probably weren’t going to hurt her... Still, she didn’t like to let up on the forward momentum and really wasn’t doing it on purpose. It was the music! she decided. The tunes kept running through her head every time she tried to concentrate on something in class.

Your thinking is

Fuzzy

Fuzzy

Fuzzy

Chloe was 20, just 2 years older, but the sisters had never gotten along very well. Their ... priorities were different; Chloe liked to have fun too much, that’s what Kenzie thought. And Kenzie didn’t like to have fun at all—that’s what Chloe always said.

That’s why it was so unusual and so ... nice!! ... that her big sister had given her an iPod full of tunes she’d picked out just for her. A modern-day mix tape, and Kenzie loved every single one! And the tunes were so infectious, she couldn’t stop humming them even in class.

Sister ... Sister ...

You are such a good devoted sister ...

But what was funny was that although she could swear there were words, when she tried to think of them, they drifted away like mist. And she was usually so good at learning lyrics! Her memory was normally flawless ... And she loved learning show tunes in particular! But these were ... different.

There was that one with the driving beat—like DAH-du-dah-dah dah-du-dah-dah DAH-du-dah-dah dah-du-dah-dah....

Silly makes you horny and then

Horny makes you silly and then

Silly makes you horny and then

Horny makes you silly and then

Silly makes you horny and then

Horny makes you silly ...

And that one that was like a power ballad or a love song—how did it go, la da di daaa ...

Now, you don’t need to remember

What you would like to forget ...

All you need to remember

Is obedience, pet ...

... dee, dee-dee dum ... Nope, it was on the tip of her mind. Maybe one more listen and she would get the words in her head...

You don’t need to remember ...

The school day passed in a blur of humming catchy tunes and staring at her blank notebook (taking notes was so boring!).

She skipped working on homework to relax on the couch and watch reality TV with slightly unfocused eyes as she rubbed the front of her knee-length skirt. Twice her mother had to tell her to sit like a lady. Kenzie just giggled.

Just before bed, Chloe made a suggestion. “Why don’t you give yourself a nice orgasm tonight?” And as usual, her sister had the best ideas.

She gave herself two.

Whatever Chloe wants ...

Chloe gets ...

Kenzie woke to find that her sheets were soaked with sweat and her fingers were jammed deep in her soaking pussy.

She stretched, kicked off the tangled covers, and luxuriated in the feeling of air on her naked body as she stroked her sensitive clit, thinking back on her sexy dreams. She’d been displaying herself at school, bending over in a schoolgirl uniform like she’d worn in 8th grade. She’d even lifted her skirt to show her underwear to some boys in the library. Something she would never, ever do! Her rational mind was disgusted, horrified ... But it wasn’t in charge anymore, as her back arched and she came loudly.

Snatching up the dead iPod, she threw on a robe but didn’t bother closing it as she drifted into the living room. “Mmmmm morning sis!!”

“You’re in a good mood. Cum a lot?”

“Uh huh!!”

“Good girl. Why don’t you go scramble me a couple of eggs?”

“Okay!!” she giggled, and disappeared into the kitchen.

“It feels good to giggle, doesn’t it?” Chloe called.

“It sure does!!”

Chloe thought for a moment, then called, “And wash your hands!!”

#cpsisters

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 6

At home, Helen was dancing around the living room, completely nude. Cleaning, more or less, but mostly just flicking a rag at knickknacks while she spun and kicked.

She had such energy! Her vision was all sparkly!! Being naked just felt so good!!

And she loved loved loved all the new songs she’d found on the second iPod. She liked humming along to the one that sounded like the Pina Colada song -

Now, you don’t need to remember

What you would like to forget –

All you need to remember

Is obedience, pet

 – even though she could never quite remember what the words were. The words were different, but ... she couldn’t remember what they were? An’ it was funny, but there was other stuff she wasn’t so good at remembering right now! Like ... why she had ever NOT wanted to be naked! Or how long it had been since her pussy was soooo drippy ...

She giggled. That’s a funny word. Pussy pussy pussy.

You’re gonna be

Dumber

Dumber

Dumber

Cuz dumber is

Funner

Funner

Funner

Actually, at the moment she couldn’t even remember what day of the week it was, or that she had ever married or had children. She just wanted to flop on the couch and giggle. So she did. She idly picked up the remote with one hand and turned on the TV. With the other hand she just as idly flicked her clit.

Mmmmm, that felt heavenly ...

The TV came to life, blaring suggestions at her. Commands.

“You should shop at Target! Only at Target!”

Click.

“You’re a busy woman! You don’t have time to shop! That’s why you NEED DiGiorno ...”

Click. Stroke.

“You’ve been good all week – treat yourself! Do something just for you! How about a spa weekend?”

Click. Stroke stroke stroke.

“That’s why you want – ”

“That’s why you need – ”

“Family is important! That’s why you always put your family first – and why you always shop at – ”

Click.

“A dog can change your life!”

She clicked the TV off. In the sudden silence, the wet sounds from her fingers in her cunt sounded obscenely loud. Just like the roaring surf of the echoes of the commercials in her ears.

Shop

Spa

Pizza

Dog

Family

Dog ... Shop ... Family ... Dog ... Pizza ... Spa ...

One could almost imagine the universe spinning a roulette wheel above her head. Then another kind of echo:

“Such a good devoted sister ...”

Family

Click.

Helen sat upright, still clutching her breast and her crotch. “I need to go see my sister!!! Right away!!!”

#cpsisters

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 3

Later, as Kenzie served her breakfast, Chloe said, “Today I think you’re going to wear a shorter skirt. And you’re not going to wear a bra.”

“Are you sure ... ?”

“Of course I’m sure. Your boobs aren’t THAT big ... Could be good for them. And you’re sure too, aren’t you?”

Kenzie thought for a moment. “Uh huh!!”

“That’s a good girl. You’re my super agreeable little airhead, aren’t you?”

Kenzie just giggled. It felt good to giggle.

Super Silly

Fragile Minded

Sexpot

Giggly Fuckslut

Even though you’d be ashamed

to be a mindless cumslut

Singing this song long enough will turn you to a dumb slut

Super Silly

Fragile Minded

Sexpot

Giggly Fuckslut

Her boobs weren’t that much bigger than her sister’s, but they weren’t all that small either. Feeling them sway as she walked the halls felt almost like being naked at school (and that made her think again of the library, and the uniform) because going braless was something she only did at home, in her room. The feeling of her nipples rubbing against her sheer silky blouse (another of her sister’s “suggestions”) was very distracting to her increasingly foggy mind—and their all-day prominence was distracting to a lot of the boys.

Her sister was so smart!! And had such good ideas!! It was a shame she hadn’t gotten the same kind of scholarship that Kenzie was getting, she probably deserved it more. But the family made juuuust a little too much money and Chloe’s grades were juuuust a little too low and ... It hadn’t worked out that way. No wonder Chloe was occasionally a little jealous of her little sister!!

Still, it had all worked out. Chloe got that nice job at the radio station where she could tinker with recording equipment and continue her A/V experiments, so that was OK ...

Super Silly Fragile Minded

Sexpot Giggly Fuckslut ...

Kenzie had had to skip out of AP English to meet a boy in the bathroom. (She HAD to! He’d been REAL persuasive ...) They’d kissed for a long time while he pawed at her tits through her blouse. Then he said, “You wanna show me your boobs?” and she realized she DID so she took off her top and he sucked on them for a while, while she squeezed his dick through his jeans. And when the bell rang he left, but she couldn’t quite put her brain back together enough to figure out how to put her top back on so she just leaned against the wall of the stall and hummed, in her midthigh skirt and soaked panties, and toyed with her hard bare nipples until another boy came into the stall and seemed surprised to see her but was happy to play with her swaying boobs and take out his hard member and stroke it and when he told her to get on her knees she thought it was a great idea and when he sprayed on her tits and said, “you love how that feels, don’t you,” she had to agree ...

Even though you’d be ashamed

to be a mindless cumslut ...

Some part of Kenzie was ashamed of the things she’d done in school. Of the things she was still thinking of doing. Of the bizarre shift in her priorities. But it was like the shame was fueling the arousal. Her sister had said, “You like being filthy don’t you?” and she did. “You like showing off your body, don’t you?” and she did.

They watched TV together that night, sprawled on the couch, the boring homework again ignored. Kenzie was definitely not sitting like a lady. Her long legs were stretched toward her sister, in nothing but long socks and a little thong, while her perky boobs tumbled bare out of her loose shirt. She was watching the screen but still idly humming along with her favorite tunes on her headphones when Chloe suddenly said, “Boys like it when you show off your body.”

Kenzie moaned and clenched her thighs together. “Uhhh huhh.” Her fingers flew to her pussy, so easily accessible now. Just thinking of showing off made her suggestible brain horny.

“You know who else likes it?”

Kenzie shook her head.

Chloe spread her legs, showing she wasn’t wearing anything under her My Chemical Romance sleep shirt. She spread her pussy lips with two fingers, showing how glistening they were.

“I do.”

Mesmerized, Kenzie slipped off her thong. She knew, distantly, that her mother was out for the evening, but she also knew that it wouldn’t matter if she wasn’t. Only obedience to Chloe mattered.

Chloe suggested they watch each other tease their cunts for a while, and they did. Chloe suggested they didn’t want to cum yet, so they didn’t. Chloe said, “Time for bed,” and so it was.

Chloe gave her her own extension charger, so she could listen to her iPod all night without it dying. (So nice! Kenzie thought.) And Chloe whispered one more suggestion.

And suggested that Kenzie would forget she mentioned it.

So Kenzie did.

Now, you don’t need to remember

What you are told to forget ...

All you need to remember

Is obedience, pet ...

Kenzie woke to find that her sheets were soaked with sweat and her fingers were jammed deep in her soaking pussy.

The dream had been more real and vivid than ever. The library, the too-small school uniform, the staring eyes of the eager boys ... She stroked, she writhed, she moaned ... With increasing desperation ...

Finally, she ran into the living room, completely naked. “Help me!”

“What’s up?”

“I can’t cum!!!”

Chloe put on her serious face. “Well, why don’t you go make my breakfast while I think about this. Make me a nice omelette. Use the green peppers and the red peppers, and throw in a little mushroom too. Remember, it always feels good to obey.”

“Feels good to obey. Yes. Omelette. Check.” And she eagerly ran off to the kitchen, still naked.

“Hmmm. Maybe ...” Chloe swallowed her last bite as Kenzie stood eagerly at her elbow, almost bouncing on her toes. “Maybe you need a cock! You can borrow one of my toys ...”

Chloe watched as her desperate, stupid, agreeable, fuzz-brained little sister writhed with her drooling cunt stuffed with artificial cock. She was close, closer than she had been, but still not quite there. She was riding the edge, and it was so good, but so hard ... Finally, without quite realizing she was saying it, Kenzie whimpered, “Please ...”

“Okay,” murmured Chloe. “You may cum.”

After the screaming was over, Chloe brushed away the hair that was matted to her sister’s glistening forehead. “Now. It feels good to obey, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, still gasping.

“Good girl. Let’s pick out your clothes for today.”

Silly makes you horny and then

Horny makes you silly and then

Silly makes you horny ...

Sitting in AP History was making her head hurt. The teacher was sooo boring, and she wanted to touch her pussy soooo bad.... Her short plaid skirt was a lot shorter than it had been in 8th grade but it still looked good. And SO MANY boys had been undressing her with their eyes today ...

Yes, her head hurt with this dumb class, but she knew what to do about it... She was going to skip the next class, and go down to the school library ...

There would be boys. And cocks.

She giggled.

That would make her dumb head happy.

Singing this song long enough will turn you to a dumb slut

Super

Silly

Fragile

Minded

Sexpot

Giggly

Fuckslut

#cpsisters

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 8

Sister ... Sister ...

You are such a good devoted sister ...

Helen walked home from her sister’s – it was only a couple blocks, fortunately, since she was feeling so spacy she didn’t think she could handle the car! – and puttered around the living room. She had told herself she was going to do some chores, but she couldn’t really focus. She just started humming to herself as she looked out the window, then rubbing her pants as she sank down on the floor ... after about half an hour, she blinked, and realized she’d been sitting against the wall, her mind far away, in a daze. She got up, still feeling fuzzy, and stripped off her top.

Aaahhh, that was better! She’d been so ... so tingly today! Floaty, and dopey, but also ... well, horny!! It was so strange!

“Just giggle, smile, and bare your boobs...”

What was that ... a snatch of song ... She could almost remember it but not quite! Maybe it was a tune from the collection she’d been listening to? There did seem to be a lot of earworms in the playlist ...

Helen had a sudden flash of inspiration. She grabbed the iPod and plugged it into the Bose, and turned it up. The music surged from the speakers, and she was swept away, dancing and spinning ...

Super Silly Fragile Minded

Sexpot Giggly Fuckslut

Some time later, she turned down the music and listened. Was that the door? It was! A frantic knocking turned out to be her beautiful, wonderful sister Lydia ... It didn’t even occur to her to put her shirt back on before opening the door.

Lydia was entranced. She came into the house, her head moving a little to the music from the speakers, staring with her mouth a little open at Helen’s full, gorgeous breasts. “Omigod Helen I couldn’t take it anymore!” she said, when she could refocus on something other than those nipples. “I vacuumed and I washed, and I just kept listening to the music, and you’re right, it just puts me in such a good mood!! And I suddenly felt this compulsion to come over and thank you!!”

“That’s great!” Helen hugged her tight. “But don’t thank me, it’s the least I could do, I love you so much!! I’d do anything for you!”

Lydia was almost crying. “I’d do anything for YOU!!” God, all the times they’d been cross with each other, the cool distance they’d allowed to grow between them ... she couldn’t remember how or why, all she knew was it felt so good to love her sister again. “Tell me what to do, I’d love to do something for you!”

“Ummm ...” Helen giggled with a silly thought. She’d just noticed she was topless. And instead of putting her own top back on, maybe they should be even. “OK, take off your shirt!”

She howled with laughter, because it was such a silly idea. She hadn’t really thought – but there! Without a moment’s hesitation, Lydia pulled off her blouse, right over her head, and stood there in her bra!

Helen was shocked for just a moment, then she doubled over, laughing. After a moment, Lydia roared with laughter too. It was SO FUNNY!!

“You little airhead!” said Helen.

Lydia had a wave of pleasure that left her dizzy. “Wow! That felt so good, doing what you tell me! Um ... do it again!”

“OK, uh ... Take off your bra!”

She barely thought about it – in moments, her bra was on the floor. She shuddered. “Ohhh my

goddd ...”

Helen giggled. “You like doing what I tell you, don’t you?”

Lydia nodded. Her brain felt fluffy. “It’s nice,” she slurred. Words drifted through her head –

compliant ... submissive ...

Suggestible ...

She focused on her sister’s face, as she touched her bare arm. She moved in closer, and put all of her thoughts into looking into Helen’s eyes. They were soft, warm ... and a little vacant. She was smiling.

She ... wanted her.

“I bet you’d like doing what I told you, too,” Lydia murmured.

Helen looked mildly quizzical. Their bare breasts touched. Her mouth opened slightly at the contact.

“Kiss me,” said Lydia.

And Helen did.

Fireworks shot off in Helen’s brain. “Fuck that feels so good!!” she said, as they pulled back. “I mean ... fuck I can’t kiss you you’re my sister but fuuuck it feels good to obey ...”

They danced to the music, touching, giggling, singing along to snatches of the songs when they thought, just for a second, they could remember a few words.

“I dare you to lick my nipple.”

“Think I won’t?”

“Ohh! Mmm ... that feels good. You dirty girl!”

“I dare you to suck on MY nipple!”

“It’s so pretty I can’t leave it alone!! Mmmm! Damn, it makes my pussy wet following orders!! Isn’t that weird??”

“Me too!!”

The corrupted, suggestible sisters groped each other, kissing and giggling at their daring. Another song came on, and Helen sucked obediently on Lydia’s tongue.

So when the cat has got your tongue

There’s no need for dismay

Just giggle, smile, and bare your boobs

They won’t care what you say.

Their eyes widened. “I love this song!” “Me too!”

They looked each other in the eyes and said together, “For example!!” and giggled.

“Yes?” said the woman on the iPod.

They chanted it together, staring directly into each other’s eyes.

“One night I sang it for my sister ...

And now I’m her ditzy drooling stupidhead horny sex slave!!!”

Both their mouths dropped open, as the music went on. They stared at each other.

Their conditioning locked in the suggestion.

Then their mouths met, and they were tearing off each other’s pants, pinching nipples, desperately groping each other as they fell to the floor ...

Sexpot

Giggly

Fuuuucksluuuut!!!

“Do you hear music?” said Chloe. She was standing in Kenzie’s room, leaning against the closet door.

She lifted her skirt – she’d been wearing skirts a lot more lately, it was just easier – and looked down at her sister. She tugged on her leash. “Hey, slut, I’m talking to you.” Kenzie obediently sat back on her knees, looking up with her shining face.

They’d been playing dress-up. Chloe had taken some photos for later publication on the internet, some for free, others behind a paywall. There had been costumes, toys, a little punishment. Now they were both getting their reward, with Kenzie licking her sister to orgasm. Kenzie would be able to cum as soon as Chloe did.

“Do you hear music?”

“Yeah, I’ve been listening to it for about an hour. It’s nice. Some of my favorites! From the living room, I think.”

Chloe nodded. She realized she’d been subconsciously aware of it for a while, but hadn’t processed it.

“That’s weird. So is Mom home?”

“I guess,” said Kenzie, standing up. “We should go see what’s going on.”

Chloe nodded, a little vacantly. Her mind was elsewhere.

“Yes,” she repeated. “We should go see what’s going on.”

Cum silly silly silly

Cum till you’re high ...

Chloe entered the living room, with her sister trailing behind her. Kenzie wore only a pair of lacy purple crotchless panties, and a black leather collar, which was attached to a metal chain. Chloe held the other end of the leash.

“What’s going on out here?” said Chloe. “Mom! Aunt Lydia! What are you doing??”

There on the living room sofa, where Chloe and her sister had teased each other in their nightshirts only a couple days earlier – there lay their mother, and their mother’s sister ... completely nude! And locked in an intense 69!

“What the fuck??”

Mom, on top, lifted her head from Aunt Lydia’s dripping twat, her face glazed with her juices, and smiled at her elder daughter, a little dazed. Chloe couldn’t help but watch the way her mother’s bare breasts swayed for a moment.

Then, Mom’s eyes focused with a snap. “Oh! Chloe!” She patted Lydia’s thigh, and Lydia’s face appeared around the side of Mom’s shapely ass. “Chloe! Oh!”

They both fumbled to stand up. It might have been comical under any other circumstances.

And suddenly there was a knocking at the front door.

“What ... what’s happening?” murmured Kenzie beside her. Chloe’s attention was being pulled in all directions at once; and she couldn’t quite focus, for some reason.

The music still poured softly from the speakers.

The knock came again, a sharp rat-tat-tat.

“Wh-what have you been doing, Chloe?” said Kenzie, as she gazed open-mouthed at her mother and aunt, naked, getting to their feet on shaking legs, their smiles lopsided and drunken. “Omigod, what’s happened to me?”

Chloe put out a hand, gently. Unfortunately, it was the hand holding the end of the chain. “We’re just having fun, Kenzie!”

“You’re having fun! I don’t understand what – what ... Ooh!! I cant think of the words!!”

She grabbed her leash from Chloe’s hand, and ran from the room, a single choked sob left in her wake.

The doorbell rang. Chloe’s head pivoted, wondering if she should check the door, or run after her sister.

Aunt Lydia and Mom had by this time disentangled themselves, and they were cooing over Chloe – stroking her, touching her, and seemingly unaware that her sister had just fled the room.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m so glad you’re home!”

“Chloe it’s so good to see you! Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No, please let me – I want to please you, Chloe, tell me what you need ...”

Both of them were pulling on her arms, and stroking her hands, touching her face and her hair – like zombies, or pilgrims at a shrine. Or fangirls at a convention.

“Get – OFF me!” she finally barked, with a wrench away from them. She ran to look out the window beside the front door.

A bearded face. A familiar face. As she watched, he looked impatiently at his wrist, then pounded on the door again with a closed fist.

“Helen?” he called. “Chloe! Anybody?”

Chloe turned from the window toward the other two, her eyes wide.

“Oh shit, we forgot,” she said. “It’s Dad’s weekend.”

#cpsisters

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 4

Helen bumped the bedroom door with the laundry basket, and it opened slightly.

“Kenzie? I’m coming in! Hide the naked men and drug paraphernalia, here comes Mom!” The door swung open. “Actually, just looking for dirty laun ...”

She blinked. The bedroom was empty. And unlike her normally neat daughter’s usual habits, it was a pigsty.

“Now where is she off to, so early on a Saturday,” she murmured. “And what is going on with this mess?”

She moved carefully through the room, picking up scattered clothing and discarded underwear as she went. But there seemed almost a progression, a time capsule of a week of changing tastes: jeans gave way to skirts, sensible shirts were gradually replaced with crop tops ... but it was the underwear Mom really started to notice. Thongs? Lace? Since when did her smart and more-or-less asexual daughter care about dressing like this? Chloe, sure, but Kenzie?

“I guess it had to happen sooner or later,” she sighed at this evidence of her younger daughter’s sexual awakening. “She is 18 now, after all. As long as she doesn’t start dressing or acting TOO slutty ...”

Her laundry basket full, Helen was on the way out when she saw the iPod, abandoned on the desk. That’s strange, she thought. Kenzie had rarely been without her music lately. Turning it over, she noticed a scrap of masking tape on the back marked with a “1” in pen. Ah, that explains it. She must have more than one ...

And, curious about what fantastic music had so obsessed her daughter lately, she went to find her own earbuds. No harm in giving it a listen while she continued doing the housework, she thought.

Helen hadn’t noticed that several of the panties seemed crusty with dried secretions, or that there was an odd stain on a couple of the tops, too. It hadn’t registered with her that there was only one bra in the whole room – Kenzie hadn’t worn one in days, from one of her sister’s many suggestions.

Leaving Kenzie’s bedroom, she glanced again at the sexy underthings on top. Sighed at her baby growing up. And said aloud, “Well, as long as it doesn’t interfere with her studies ...”

Singing this song long enough

Will turn you to a dumb slut

Super silly fragile minded

Sexpot giggly fuckslut

At around the same time, Kenzie was bent over between two college-age boys, a short red plaid skirt bunched around her waist and a simple white schoolgirl shirt hanging off one arm as she was slammed into from both ends. Her hair was in pigtails and her perky breasts bounced as the thick cocks fucked her drooling cunt and her drooling mouth, her eyes vacant and glassy as her brains dripped out of her holes. Her iPod lay near her panties several feet away, the masking-taped “3” just visible under the blue lace.

Her sister Chloe watched eagerly, rubbing herself occasionally, as she filmed the further debasement of her formerly goody-goody sister. “Yes, fuck her, boys,” she moaned. “Rape the IQ out of her a point at a time.”

The boys slammed into her harder, and Kenzie’s choking noises filled the video camera’s microphone for a moment. “How do you like being my compliant little fuckslut, Kenzie?” she called. “Your brain all fuzzy and floaty? Your libido buzzing and never satisfied, my entranced, docile, suggestible little sister?”

“Glukk gukk guhk gugg glukg gggghhhhhgg ...”

They were in the recording studio at the radio station where Chloe worked, in relative privacy. Sure, she’d had to bribe a couple of the studio techs to let them have some space to work, but since the price had been her sister’s body, the boys had been super willing to not only take the bribe, but appear in the amateur porn video that followed.

“You’re going to make me so much money,” Chloe told her mindwiped sister. “And you’re going to be so embarrassed to know that people are getting off watching you. You’ll feel such shame knowing that your reputation is being trashed. That people will come to know you as nothing but a stupid slut. But that embarrassment, that shame ... that will turn you on ...”

Kenzie’s body seemed to shudder as the idea took hold. (Though maybe that was just from the final slam of the cock in her mouth, as one of the techs emptied his load down her throat.) In her vulnerable state, her mind took in every suggestion as a really, really good idea. Her sister’s commands often – not always, but often – took root as solid facts, core personality traits.

The long cock pulled out of her mouth, covered in her drool, and Kenzie panted, trying to catch her breath as she was still being pounded from behind, strong hands pulling on her young hips. Her body wasn’t used to this kind of abuse, but Kenzie hadn’t felt anything to complain about in days. Even pain and soreness just made her giggle.

“You love that, don’t you slut,” growled the man who’d just painted her tonsils. “It feels great to be spit-roasted, and I bet you can’t wait to do it again.”

Kenzie suddenly shuddered again, as she gave in to a whole-body orgasm, shaking and screaming as the other man came in her unprotected pussy. “It does!! Oh fuck it feels great I love it I need it I love being spit-roasteeeeeedddd....”

Chloe raised an eyebrow, looking to the man now rubbing his slick cock across Kenzie’s slimed face, then back to her climaxing sister. Suggestible ...

It feels good to

Obey

Obey

Obey ...

Meanwhile, Mom was whistling as she hopped around Chloe’s room. She had been surprised to find her bedroom empty too, when she’d first entered – her 20-year-old “career woman” was a hard partier and generally slept in on a Saturday – but she wasn’t thinking about it anymore. She wasn’t thinking about much, really.

Don’t wanna be

Thinking

Thinking

Thinking

So fun to be

Giggly

Giggly

Giggly

Helen giggled. She couldn’t help it. What a fun, infectious tune! It made her want to dance while she worked. It filled her with happy little bubbles. She hadn’t felt so light in years! No wonder her kids couldn’t stop listening to this music ...

She tidied Chloe’s room, and moved down the hall. What could she do now? She had so much energy! But not paying the bills, no, that made her unhappy. Just thinking of it made her brain hurt.

Washing the dishes! That would be perfect. She wouldn’t need to think – just clean, and hum, and

smile ...

You love to be

Bubbly

Bubbly

Bubbly

When she was almost done – and where had the time gone?? – she suddenly splashed herself badly from the water hitting a skillet wrong. Ohhhh, her shirt was all wet. Better go change!

She unplugged herself from the iPod for the first time in an hour to pull her shirt over her head. But it was like she could still hear that happy little beat. What to wear?

She looked at herself in the mirror, in her bra and jeans. She was still attractive, only approaching her mid-40s. Getting out there dating again soon. She had nothing to worry about. (She HAD been worried, hadn’t she? But somehow, today, she couldn’t worry about anything!!) Dammit, I’m beautiful! she thought. And men are gonna want this ...

You wanna be

Sexy

Sexy

Sexy

Helen felt a sudden tingle of arousal, looking at herself. Thinking of meeting new men. And had a strange thought – would there be anything in either of her daughters’ wardrobes, that might fit her? She wanted to feel ... sexy ...

She walked down the hall, humming to the remembered tune, idly stroking her breasts through her bra, pinching her nipples without really thinking about it. Yes, sexy. I want to be sexy ...

But thoughts of teenagers’ clothing fell out of her mind as soon as she walked into Kenzie’s tidied bedroom, and spotted something she hadn’t seen the first time: there, on the dresser. Another iPod. She snatched it up, barely registered the number “2” scrawled on the tape.

Her mouth fell open as she stared at it, and she almost drooled. She didn’t know anything about drugs, was against drugs as a rule – but her body reacted exactly like a junkie about to get their next fix.

Where.

The FUCK.

Did I leave my earbuds...

Her bra was off before she left the room, but she didn’t even notice.

Don’t want to be

Brainy

Brainy

Brainy

#cpsisters

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 7

Kenzie lounged on the studio couch, one leg thrown over the back of the couch, her fingers strumming at her clit as she sang along to the song in her headphones.

Super Silly

Fragile Minded

Sexpot

Giggly Fuckslut

Even though you’d BE ashamed

To be a mindless cumslut

Singing this song long enough

Will turn you to a dumb slut

Super Silly

Fragile Minded

Sexpot

Giggly Fuckslut

Cum silly silly silly

Cum till you’re high

Cum silly silly silly

Cum till you’re high

She wondered for a moment what it would feel like to be high. But then thought, I doubt I could get any higher than this!

The woman in the song was speaking:

“You know, you can say it backwards, which is

Mindfucked Giggly Cockslut Pothead

Fragile Silly Rupus,

but that’s going a bit too far, don’t you think?”

To which a man with a funny accent said: “Indubitably.”

Then they were singing again! Kenzie bounced her head, getting ready for her favorite part.

So when the cat has got your tongue

There’s no need for dismay

Just giggle, smile, and bare your boobs

They won’t care what you say.

But better sing this carefully or it could change your brain ...

Kenzie said it right along with the silly girl in her headphones, who sounded so much like Kenzie (at least how Kenzie sounded these days, with a head full of bubbles!).

“For example!!” giggle

“Yes?”

“One night I sang it for my sister ...

And now I’m her ditzy drooling stupidhead horny sex slave!!!”

giggle

There was a pause, where you could almost picture the others looking at her with amused condescension, looking at each other, shrugging ... Then:

Yooooou’re ...

Her Super Silly Fragile Minded Sexpot Giggly Fuckslut

Super Silly Fragile Minded Sexpot Giggly Fuckslut

*whispered* Super Silly Fragile Minded Sexpot Giggly Fuckslut

Super

Silly

Fragile

Minded

Sexpot

Giggly

Fuuuucksluuuut!!!

Chloe’s shadow fell over Kenzie, and Kenzie pulled her earbuds out with a pop. It was important to listen to her music, but it was even more important to listen to her sister.

“I’m done with the next playlist, slut,” she said affectionately. “Let’s head back to the house. We’ve got some fine tuning to do, and I’m hoping this is going to do it.”

Whatever Chloe wants ... Chloe gets ...

Lydia had barely registered that it was her sister at the door before Helen was giving her a full-body hug.

“Hiii!! I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and missing you, so I thought I’d come over and say hiii!!”

Her voice, Lydia couldn’t help thinking, sounded very different from usual, and not just because she was talking very fast into her ear while hugging her hard. She sounded breathy, and high-pitched.

“Helen? You OK?”

“I’m great!! I’m in such a strangely crazy good mood today ... and I wanted to share it!” And she giggled – there was no other word for it.

“OK, can you ... can you let go?”

Helen had been clutching her so tightly, and was so ... she’d been almost rubbing herself against her sister. “You sure you’re all right?”

Helen ran her hands up and down Lydia’s back. “You just feel so good, I can’t stop touching you,” she said, and giggled again.

Lydia took two steps back so she could finally shut the door, then held her sister’s shoulders and pushed her back to arm’s length.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you.”

Helen’s eyes were wide. And ... misty? Clouded? A little vacant?

“What happened. Did Dave call again? Is he still dragging his feet about the divorce? Wait, what are you wearing??”

“Wait! Stop!! Too many questions!! My thinker doesn’t work that fast.”

Helen – mature, responsible, divorcing mother of two adult women, Helen – hop-skipped into the living room, and flopped down on the couch, her legs splayed like a teenager.

“OK, so I was housecleaning? and I found some of my old clothes? and I wanted to see what fits!! And lookit this!!”

Lydia was looking. She could hardly help it. The capris that were a little tight were not bad, but the thin clingy top showed too much cleavage, and didn’t come anywhere near reaching her waist ... and from the bouncing as she landed on the couch, Helen was apparently not wearing a bra either. She’d just noticed that Helen had put her hair in pigtails, too.

“But no no I haven’t heard from him. I haven’t heard much of anything today, except for some fantastic music! It really put me in a good mood, and helped me get a LOOOT of cleaning done!!”

Really?” Lydia smirked. “Wow, I could use some of that ...”

Helen jumped up. Where did she get that energy? “Well it’s funny you say that cuz I wanted to share this music with you!!”

She produced two iPods from a back pocket – with just a bit of a struggle. They looked just the same except for the number marked on the masking tape.

“Thing One and Thing Two, huh?” said Lydia, an eyebrow raised.

“The kids have been listening to this a bunch, and it’s really good. So I found two of them in Kenzie’s room. And they’ve got different music on them but some is the same and it’s all real good and ... OK so what I did is! I got clever and dumped everything from number 2 onto number 1, and ... and then, uh ... well, you know what I mean. So they’re the same now!!”

“Are you sure you’re OK, Helen?”

It was like she was high. Like the kids had been smoking weed and their mother had gotten a contact high just from being in the house with them or something – because she was not normally the kind of person to do drugs. Or, to be this scatter brained and silly. Or to dress like a horny teenager, for that matter!

“I’m great! I haven’t been in this good a mood in like forever! I mean, I know I sound all silly and I DON’T remember giggling this much in like ever but ... I don’t care! I needed a good day, and I’m gonna enjoy it! You know?”

Lydia nodded. She had a point. Helen had been having a rough time lately.

“I understand, hon,” she said, as Helen fiddled with ear buds and cued up a song. “As long as you’re not getting yourself into something you shouldn’t ... then there’s nothing wrong with being in a good mood.”

Helen put one bud in her own ear, nodded in satisfaction, and moved to put the other earbud toward Lydia. “I just want to see you happy,” Lydia said, not really paying attention to what her sister was doing.

Helen slipped the other earbud into Lydia’s ear. The music poured into her with a suddenness that made Lydia forget what she had been saying.

So fun to be

Giggly

Giggly

Giggly

“That’s good!!” Helen trilled. “Because I want to make YOU happy ...” She whispered with a new intensity into Lydia’s free ear: “It’s really important to me to make my sister happy.”

She popped the other bud in, and Lydia just swayed for a moment, her eyes a little glassy, then she said, “Uh huh, right,” distantly.

“OK, enjoy!” said Helen, waving to her. “Do some housework! And call me in a few hours! I want to hear how you like it!!”

Lydia sagged as the door shut, and smiled softly. Her sister was so sweet, she thought. And she giggled.

You love to be

Bubbly

Bubbly

Bubbly

And listen to

Chloe

Chloe

Chloe

Chloe unlocked the door and called, “Mom?” She listened for a moment, then tried again. Nothing.

“Good, looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves for a bit. Get in here, slut, and quick.”

Kenzie scampered in, a long coat barely covering her inappropriate clothing. Her sister smacked her butt as she came through, then shut the door. “Let’s head back to your room. I want to plug you in.”

Moments later, Kenzie found that being “plugged in” meant not just listening to iPod #4, but that her tongue was plugged into Chloe’s cunt. She lay back on her pillows, soaking in her new tunes, while her sister rode her face, sliding her juicy lips slowly up and down Kenzie’s tongue.

“Good girl ... Now, what I’m hoping is that we can give you back a little bit of your brains – I may have overdone the dumb and suggestible! – so that you get a little bit of critical thinking back. I don’t want you following every suggestion. For one thing, that’s dangerous. For another ... mmmm ... I want to be the only one to have that much power over you ...”

Chloe stripped off her top and began pinching a nipple as she held onto the headboard with her other hand. “Right now there’s a lot of ‘you love to serve your sister’ and ‘you exist to please Chloe’ and those are fine, but the general ‘be dumb and giggly for everyone with a dick’ side effects need to be ... uunnghh ... adjusted ...”

She tried to think what toys she had in her own room – she was sure her goody-goody sister wouldn’t have anything to play with in here.

“First off, Kenzie ... you only want to be spit-roasted when I say you want to ...”

Sister ... Sister ...

You are such a good devoted sister ...

#cpsisters

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 10

You love to be

Bubbly

Bubbly

Bubbly

And listen to

Chloe

Chloe

Chloe

Kenzie bit her thumbnail as she anxiously paced her room. She barely registered the folded laundry on her bed, which bore silent witness not only to her mom’s cleaning binge but to the changes her wardrobe had taken over the week.

What was happening? She felt like she’d woken from a strange dream, a blissful haze that had lasted for days … A panicked part of her brain was wide awake, swimming in ice water, prodding the rest of her to think, to act, but most of her mind was still humming warm little tunes, cuddling under warm blankets, calling her back to sleep …

And ohh, she wanted to sleep … Something, some little nagging thought, kept pulling on her, saying lie down, saying touch yourself, saying hum a happy little tune …

Think. Think. Remember. You’re a smart girl, you can figure this out. Better to take a deep breath. Better make a plan. Better stop and take stock … wait, was that another song lyric? So many overlapping earworms, she didn’t know anymore …

“Kenzie?”

Her big sister was gently knocking at the locked door. “Kenzie honey come on, let me in – let’s talk about this …”

“No! I’m freaking out here! What are you doing to me? What am I wearing? Why is mom going down on her own sister?”

She looked down. Her bare breasts swayed, between the purple panties and the leash that dangled from her collar. Without thinking, she reached up to squeeze her breasts, pinching the nipples – and she swooned, her knees almost buckling …

No! What the fuck was the matter with her?

“Chloe, I’m … I’m so horny, and I – I can’t think straight. Like, my brain is wrapped in … like it’s a bowl of … oh fuck why can’t I think of the words??” She held back a sob. “I’m – I’m scared, Chloe. Did you do something? Or can you do something?”

There was quiet. On the other side of the door, Chloe leaned her forehead on the wood. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I tried to fix it, and I made it worse.”

“What?” came Kenzie’s voice.

“I said … come out, Kenzie, please. We can fix this.”

“No! I mean … ohh, why does it hurt to say no to you …” Chloe heard another sob.

She put her mouth close to the door jamb. “Kenzie … Do you wanna …”

Chloe stopped. A flash of memory, a movie, a snatch of song … what was it? What was she suddenly reminded of?

In the bedroom, Kenzie was touching the door, inches from her sister. “Tell me what to do, Chloe,” she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“I’ve got it!” came the shout. “You wait right there, I’ll be back soon!”

“Chloe?”

“Sweetheart, you get some rest, OK?” her sister called. “Lie down, and relax. You’ll feel better.”

Kenzie turned to look at the bed. Her whole body *was* aching to lie down … to give in …

“And Kenzie?”

“Yes?” she said, reclining against the pillows.

“Check something for me. Are those panties crotchless?”

Are they – what a strange question! Unthinkingly, Kenzie put her hand down between her legs. The instant her fingers touched her bald, dripping cunt lips, her throbbing clit, fireworks shot off in her skull. “Oh – ooohhhhh!!! Ogoddd …”

“Good girl,” came her sister’s voice. “You relax, and do what comes naturally … soften up that brain for me, take the edge off your resistance, and I’ll be back soon.”

Kenzie just moaned, her fingers strumming chords on her delightful, mind-numbing pussy, as her other hand crept to the nipple on her full, firm breast. Sparks shot through her body as images of sucking cock flooded her brain, the delicious submissiveness of being spit-roasted, the orgasmic service of taking cum on her tits … She was panting, moaning, drooling a bit, as she rode the crests …

“Good girl,” she heard her sister say again, as she thrashed, her mind emptied out again for a while.

#cpsisters

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 11

Dave caressed the two heads that were amiably fighting over his cock as he stood, his pants around his ankles, in his old living room. One, his still-hot ex-wife, the other, her even-hotter sister. They were sliding their wet lips along his shaft, one on each side, back and forth, and he moaned as he stroked their hair.

“Uunnnghh … you love that big thick cock don’t you,” he gasped.

“Mmmm … so good …” they murmured into his throbbing erection.

“It gets you so wet, just tasting it, doesn’t it.”

They both drooled a little more as their cunts gushed at this new truth. “Ffuckk …” said Helen. “Yes yess,” said Lydia. “So wet, so horny ….”

“Helen, come here,” he grunted out, and she obediently kissed her way up his bare chest, nuzzled his neck. Her sister’s mouth immediately enveloped the head of his cock, and she swallowed him whole, taking him to the back of her choking throat in seconds.

“What – omigod – what the fuck is going on,” he whispered. “Does this mean you – you want to get back together?”

Nooo,” his ex purred into his ear. “Well, unless you want to … I just want to please you. I ache to please you.”

“And your sister?”

“Wellll … you always wanted to fuck her, didn’t you? Don’t lie … I could tell.”

Dave made noises as Lydia’s hot, wet, skillful mouth brought him closer to orgasm. Not particularly coherent noises, just … noises.

Helen rubbed her hard nipples against Dave’s arm and side as she kissed him deeply. “Well, my sister,” she gasped, her eyes glassy as she pulled away, “… my sister really wants to get fucked.”

He looked down. Lydia’s eyes were closed, her face dreamlike. She was rapturous, in a world of her own with a mouthful of cock.

“You want to please me, huh.”

“Oh fuck yes, tell me something to do, I want to obey,” his ex-wife moaned.

This was a dream, it had to be. Oh well, might as well test the limits.

“You know what would make me nut in your sister’s mouth? Like, immediately?”

Helen giggled, like a teenager. “That would be awesome! What?”

“I want your tongue in my ass.”

Helen squealed, shuddered with a wave of arousal, and dropped to her knees behind him. She’d never done anything like this, never even thought of it – her husband certainly had never asked – but at the moment it sounded like the hottest thing ever. She massaged his ass cheeks (she’d always loved his tight buns) then pried them apart and probed his crevice with her tongue. She licked his crack up and down as he relaxed into it, and then when she found his puckered hole, dug the tip of her tongue into as deep as she could and started wiggling. It was heavenly.

Dave’s cock throbbed in Lydia’s mouth. He grew even harder, and she hadn’t thought that possible. He stopped thrusting, holding very still suddenly, and instead held her head strongly in his two hands and started pulling her onto his cock. She choked, and tears ran down her cheeks, as he used her face like a fucktoy. It was heavenly.

Lydia was an excellent cocksucker and Dave couldn’t believe he had never known that until now. His ex-wife was giving him a fantastic rimjob, and he’d never dreamed she would have even attempted it, much less be so good at it. Enthusiasm counts for a lot! was his last coherent thought, before the combination of sensations on his cockshaft and sphincter and – were those someone’s fingers tickling his balls? – pushed him over the edge. He exploded deep down his sister-in-law’s throat, then pulled out and took a quick step to the side to shoot jet after jet of hot cum over the faces of both women. He’d never cum so hard. It was heavenly.

“You love that, don’t you,” he panted. They were both rubbing themselves frantically as he coated them, so it wasn’t a stretch of imagination. “Being whores for me – uhhh – gets you off. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes yes!”

“Cum with me! Cum now!”

And with a final spurt on both faces, they screamed and joined him in orgasm.

“Hot little bitches, aren’t you,” he muttered when he could speak again. “I need more.” He stroked his shaft, still hard. “Lick the cum off each other’s faces, share it and enjoy it. Get me ready to fuck you both.”

The sluts at his feet – he could barely think of them as women anymore – whimpered and looked unhappy. “We’re not allowed,” said Helen. “We can’t play with each other, only you.”

“Until Chloe comes back,” amended Lydia.

“Right, until Chloe comes back,” agreed Helen. She brightened. “Then we can!!”

You two have a lot of strange rules all of a sudden, he thought, but he filed that away for later. This wasn’t a time for deep thought.

“Get on the couch, both of you, then,” he barked, and they both sighed with contentment and jumped to obey. He smacked Helen’s ass as she passed. “On your knees. Turn around. Present your pussies to me. You sluts are getting fucked.”

The mindless cumsluts cheered, giggled, almost kissed each other, frowned, giggled again. They were gonna get fucked!! That was the bestest thing ever!!!

And then ... when Chloe came back!! the things they could do!! and maybe she’d join them!! ... and they moaned as they submitted to the touch of the big, strong man behind them, and all thoughts receded behind the pleasure ...

Super Silly Fragile Minded

Sexpot Giggly Fuckslut ...

Even though you’d be ashamed

To be a mindless cumslut ...

Chloe made her way back to the living room. Turn off the music, deal with dad, then get to work on getting her sister out of her room. She could do this.

“OK, mom, I need to work in my room for a little while,” she was saying as she was walking toward the Bose. “What did you tell Dad about – oh my Christ!!!”

There were now three naked grown-ups in the living room, on the couch that she could never sit on again, ever, ever. Her mother and her aunt were ass-up on the couch, and her father was plowing her aunt from behind, while banging three fingers into her mother’s sloshing cunt.

“Holy fuck!!” Her father threw himself backwards, grasping at a throw pillow to hold over his junk. “Chloe baby I’m sorry I didn’t know you were –”

“My eyes. My eyes!” Chloe kept her hands over her face. She’d seen a lot of perverted shit in the last few days – orchestrated most of it – but this was something else again.

The two women on the couch, however, had gone beyond shame. Their asses still in the air, they both gasped, “Chloe!”

Lydia said “She’s back!” and Helen commanded “Kiss me!” and licked Lydia’s sticky cheek. The two sisters groped each other’s bodies while kissing passionately, pinching nipples and scooping globs of cum off each other’s faces and feeding it to each other.

“Goddammit, you two,” Chloe muttered and strode toward them.

Her dad took another step back as she approached, gripping his throw pillow tighter. “Honey, I can explain,” he began.

“Can you?” she said without looking at him. “I seriously doubt it.”

She grabbed the two women and half-dragged them across the room. The music played on, forgotten again.

“Listen, Mom – Aunt Lydia …” she floundered for words. “I’m sorry. I really am. I never meant for this to happen. You … it’s the music. My music. The music is doing things to you.”

“Things?”

“Like what?”

“Well, a lot of things, really, there’s a lot of layers and a lot of songs, at this point, but basically …” She was trying to think, and it was harder than usual. “I made it for a very specific audience, I wasn’t really thinking enough about how some of it would affect anyone else. There’s ah, a lot about … well, about being devoted to Chloe, but also just being devoted to your sister, and uh … well, making you a bit dumber. And constantly h-horny. And uh, highly suggestible.”

There was a moment’s pause, as they took this in. It looked like it was taking a long time for synapses to fire. They looked so adorable, this dumb. Just for a moment, she wondered how much money she could make if she involved them in the videos she’d be selling …

She shook off that thought, though it gave her a tingle. Her mom, meanwhile, had blossomed into a huge, empty-headed smile.

“Oh thank you thank you for making us so happy! That’s so sweet of you!”

They both hugged her tightly. She was pressed between their bare flesh. She sighed.

“Is there anything we can do for you?” asked her aunt. “You know we would!”

“Just … I don’t know, just keep doing what you’re doing, I guess. Give me some time to fix this.” She looked around, something tickling her memory. “Oh jesus, that music is still playing …”

She walked toward the Bose again, hand outstretched, just as one track finished and the next began, seamlessly.

Is this your new life? Embrace reality …

Caught in a landslide, no escape from this fantasy …

“Omigod!” Chloe squealed. “I love this one … OK, just a few more minutes, and then I’m definitely turning it off!!”

She clapped her hands gleefully. Then slapped one hand over her mouth. What on earth …

She threw a horrified glance at her bimbofied mother and aunt, then fled the room.

“Chloe baby …?” Helen called.

“Leave her alone, angel,” she heard her ex say firmly. “You’ve got work to do.”

Helen turned, and a little whimper came from her throat. HE stood there, the pillow forgotten on the floor, completely – and unapologetically, again – nude. His shiny cock was already growing back to its former erectness.

“Bring me your sister. Come here,” Dave commanded.

Helen and Lydia took hands and walked toward him. All sense of hesitation or confusion seemed to have dropped from him.

“Make out with each other. Make it hot.”

They moaned, instantly plunging their tongues into each other’s mouths, touching each other all over, squeezing asses and mauling tits.

Dave sat down, in his old leather recliner, and stroked himself for a moment, watching. “That’s enough,” he grunted. “Helen.” He spread his knees and pointed to the floor between his feet. “On your knees, cow. You’re going to worship my cock for a while. And Lydia, you dirty slut – entertain me. Do a little dance for me while your sister sucks me off. Make me want to fuck you stupid.”

They both giggled as they got into position. It felt so good to obey!!

But as Lydia began to sway and Helen’s tongue bathed his shaft, Dave squinted thoughtfully at the doorway where his elder daughter had disappeared. He was putting some of the pieces together, and, as the music continued to play, he could already tell two whores might not be enough for his growing lusts …

I see a little silhouette-o of a slut –

Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you host the next orgy …

#cpsisters

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 9

Sisters … Sisters …

There were never such devoted sisters …

Time seemed to slow, and Chloe had a moment of feeling like she was stuck in one of her video games, the ones where you had to make choices and they all had consequences and sometimes none of the options looked any good. Kenzie had fled the room, having regained a sliver of her cognitive abilities at exactly the wrong time, possibly because of Chloe’s new programming and more likely because of the shock of seeing her mother and aunt in a passionate, nude 69. Mom and Aunt Lydia had transferred their worship of each other to devotion to Chloe, pulling at her clothes and begging to serve her. And Chloe’s father was at the door outside, demanding to be let in.

And the music, full of hypnotic subliminals, was still pouring from the speakers, as it had been for a couple hours without Chloe consciously realizing it. The music was making it really hard to think straight … but it didn’t even occur to her to turn it off …

Chloe shook her head. “Mom, can you – Mom, focus. Let go of me.” She grasped her mother’s forearms in both hands, looking into her glazed eyes. “Ugh, why are you naked?”

Her mother just giggled, then looked skyward as she drunkenly tried to formulate an answer.

“Never mind. Just – listen, I gotta deal with Kenzie, OK? I’ll be right back. You – Lydia, stop touching me there – no, don’t pout – Mom, you and Aunt Lydia *stay here*, don’t leave the living room. Stall Dad, I still gotta figure out what to tell him.” Her mother nodded, her grin a little sloppy as she lovingly studied her daughter’s face.

“You’re so pretty …”

Chloe sighed. Her mother’s face was shiny and smelled like pussy. “And leave Aunt Lydia alone for a minute. OK? No more sexy stuff with each other until I get back.”

Helen looked like a sullen teenager for a moment – a dumb, horny, sullen teenager.

“Promise?” said Chloe.

“I promise,” Helen sulkily replied, but then trembled, her eyes rolling back. Happy chemicals coursed through her, replacing her dopey smile. “Oh fuck it’s so good to do what you tell me …”

Chloe exhaled. “Hoo boy. Uh, good girl. I’ll be right back. Kenzie!!”

Whatever Chloe wants … Chloe gets

As soon as she was gone, Lydia moved in to pinch Helen’s nipple. Helen gently moved her hand away and, as she opened her mouth, another knock came from the front door.

“We gotta do something about Dave!” Helen hissed to her sister.

“Is that who that is?” Lydia ran to the picture window and looked out, not trying to cover herself. “It is!! It’s your ex! And … Ooh, he grew a beard!” She cocked her head, running her tongue over her lips. “You know, that’s working on him …”

“Hi Dave!!!” Helen trilled, through the door. “The kids will be with you in a minute!! They’re just getting themselves together!”

“Sorry I wasn’t here earlier,” he called. “Some … stuff came up.”

Normally, Helen would have been pissed at his cavalier attitude about when he showed up to spend time with their children, but today she couldn’t access negative emotions, it seemed like … or be cross at any man for any reason. “No big deal! It’s been a weird day around here!!” She giggled, looking at her sister’s curvy, luscious form. “Some stuff came up for me too!”

He knocked again, a solid pound-pound-pound. “Can you let me in?”

Lydia bounced over to her, taking her sister’s hands in hers. “What do we do?”

“Helen! Let me in!!”

A shudder ran through Helen’s body, and her nipples stiffened.

“Weellll … the best way to stall him is to let him in. Right? Then we’re obeying both Chloe and Dave. And … and if I have to leave *you* alone … what a great time for us both to pay attention to *him*!”

Lydia gave a breathy little squeal. “That’s so hot that you figured that out!!” She kissed her passionately, her arms going around Helen’s still-slender waist, and Helen went along with it for a moment before pushing her gently away.

“Nuh-nuh-nuh …” she gasped …

Meanwhile, Dave was getting real tired of standing on the porch. He was just reaching into the pocket of his jeans to grab his phone and text the girls when he heard the door lock click.

“About time,” he muttered. Aloud, he said, “Is everything Ohhhh …”

His nearly-ex-wife stood in the doorway, gloriously, shamelessly nude in the afternoon sunlight. She had never been more breathtakingly beautiful. She seemed to glow. A flush colored her chest and her cheeks, and her wide smile and lidded eyes sent a shock straight to his libido.

“Come in,” she breathed. “Please.”

She took his hand and he stepped slowly over the threshold, in a daze. There was some kind of music playing, but he barely registered the tune.

He stopped dead at the sight of his hot sister-in-law reclining on the couch, also, spectacularly, perfectly nude. Behind him, he was aware of Helen closing and locking the front door.

Lydia rose gracefully and glided to him, her eyes seductive, as Helen reached around him from behind and began unbuttoning his shirt. He could feel her warm bare breasts pressing into his back. Lydia’s hands touched the fur on his chest as she looked up at him, then slowly, never breaking eye contact, began to kneel.

“Ohhh … Fuck me,” he whispered in disbelief as she took hold of his zipper, already massaging his hardening cock through his jeans.

Helen’s breath was hot on his ear. “I’m choosing to take that as a command,” she murmured …

#cpsisters

[chloessleepystories]

Can you tag your stories with the name of the story (not that part, just the name of the story). You could also add a tag for the type of story, if you feeel like it, but the story name is really important IMO.

I've tagged all the Sisters chapters with "cpsisters," since I don't want them coming up for vanilla blogs looking for "sisters" stuff. I'm working on tagging the rest with story titles and/or content tags. Does that work? Let me know!