Brother’s Mind-Controlled Sisters 2: Baby Sister’s Sweet Cherry

Brother’s Mind-Controlled Sisters
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter Two: Baby Sister’s Sweet Cherry
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Alex groaned a he pumped away at his twin sister’s pussy. Alexis whimpered beneath him, her thighs locked around his hips as her hot, wet pussy welcomed his cock with her incestuous passion. The eighteen-year-old boy savored the thrill of pumping away at her cunt, to finally get to enjoy his sister.

Thank you, Randy, he prayed to the newest god to be awakened by a Halo. Thank you for your teachings.

“Oh, Alex,” moaned Alexis, her fingernails clawing at his back. “Oh, you’re as good as Daddy!”

His hips thrust faster as he fucked her on the floor of his mother’s office. He reveled in his parents watching them obey their new god. The Institute of Apotheosis had found Randy Lyon and sent him their device to give him mind-control powers, to awaken in him his godhood potential.

And his first message to the world: sisters had to submit to their brother’s touch. They had to let their brothers use their mouths, their pussies, their asses. They had to let their brothers plunder their entire bodies.

And they had to enjoy it.

After the last three gods had taught other forms of incest, Alex finally had the lesson he craved. At last, he was uniting with his twin sister. They’d shared a womb together, and now they could share their passion in the most intimate way possible. He nibbled and sucked on her neck as his balls grew tighter and tighter.

Her pussy grew hotter and hotter. The silky sheath clenched around his dick as she bucked into his thrusts. Her breasts rubbed on his chest as she moaned and gasped. He caressed her sides, loving the silky feel of her body as he reveled in their incest.

“Alexis!” he groaned.

“Cum in me!” she moaned. “You have to cum in me and breed me! Brothers breed their sisters!”

“Yes!” he groaned, his hips thrusting harder, his balls aching to unload his cum into her pussy.

“Give me your seed, brother!”

Hearing her beg for his seed sent a rush of lust through her body. He grunted, the pressure swelling at the tip of his dick. He thrust as hard as he could, grunting and groaning. He needed to erupt in her. He had to dump his cum into her fertile pussy.

He rammed his dick to the hilt in her. His balls tensed. The friction of her silky embrace raced down his dick towards his heavy nuts. His incestuous cum brewed in his depths. He shuddered, his back arching.

“Alexis!” he moaned as his cum spurted into her depths.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped, her pussy spasming at the first splash of his spunk against her cervix. “Breed me, brother!”

“Breed your sister,” their mother, the president of the Institute, moaned.

Alex just groaned as the pleasure rushed through him. Dizzy delight surged through his body. Cumming in his sister had the same satisfaction that dumping a load in his mother’s cunt had. He shuddered, each blast of cum spurting deep into her snatch. He sucked in deep breaths as he emptied every drop of his spunk into her convulsing twat.

Her flesh rippled about his dick. She trembled beneath him, making the cutest sounds as she came. He shuddered, leaning down to kiss her, sharing their twincest passion. She clutched him tight as she whimpered in delight.

“Ooh, Alex, that was amazing,” moaned his twin sister.

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“What are you going to do about Dad?” my sister, Alison, asked as I climbed off of her, my still-hard dick sliding out of her pussy. My cum followed, spilling white out of her deflowered pussy to mat down her brown bush.

The sight of her made my dick throb. I wanted to enjoy her again and again. Alison was my favorite sister. Really, she was the only member of my family that I could stand. My oldest sister was a slut and a bitch who blamed everything she did on me, letting Dad perv on her curvy body to get her way. Livie, my eighteen-year-old, younger sister played the baby, crying at the drop of the hat to wheedle something out of Dad.

And Dad…

The asshole was an abusive alcoholic who was on disability because he hurt his “back.” Ever since Mom died, he didn’t do shit for the family. He just sat on his recliner, pounding beers, and watching TV. When he got mad, he took it out of on me, beating me while I was too much of a coward to fight back.

Even now, hearing him bellowing for me to start dinner because Livie was hungry, a sick twist writhed through my stomach. Only a half-hour ago, he had delivered a hard beating because my slut-sister Valarie blamed me for drinking his beer that she probably stole herself.

Dad still had the large frame working construction had given him. I felt like a kid before him even though I was twenty and had his height. Even drunk, with his beer gut stretching out the front of his stained t-shirt, he intimidated me.

But I didn’t have to be afraid any longer. I had the Halo. I had mind-control powers. I had just used them on my sister, Alison. She’d confessed that she wanted to have sex with me and felt so guilty about having such incestuous desires. She begged me to take away her shame and to make her my complete slut.

I did. And I had enjoyed her.

She pressed her body up against me. “Well, Randy? How are you going to make him pay?”

I clenched my fists. “I have a few ideas.”

“Good,” she said, her arms slipping around my neck. “I’m going to be right there with you.”

Her eyes swam before me. Despite the wild freak I’d unleashed moments ago, the same Alison I’d known all my life stared at me. I’d just removed a plug in her, the block holding her back from enjoying her fantasies. But her love… Her love shone through her wanton passions. Her affections bathed me and I swelled in them. Her warmth touched me, sustained me.

Her lips kissed mine, full of her confidence. Her arms tightened about my neck. It wasn’t that wild passion we just shared, but something gentler. Something more than what we shared before the Halo, the kiss lovers would share.

“I said get your ass down here!” bellowed Dad.

I broke the kiss, irritation swelling through me. “We can’t keep him waiting,” I said with a sneer. “Let’s go.”

My thoughts had the tiniest of tingles, a sensation of my mind-control powers working. I think the more my thoughts pricked, the more I was overwriting someone’s mind. Alison must want to do this, so it didn’t take much to convince her to follow me.

Just like it didn’t take that much to start ordering her to have sex with me. She loved me and wanted to be with me.

That bolstered my ego as I strode out of my room. Alison trailed after. We were both naked, and I didn’t give a fuck. I felt swollen with power. It was time to assert my dominance in the household. To put that piece of shit sperm donor in his place. He didn’t deserve to be a father. Not after how he treated us.

When Alison was pregnant—she’d begged me to command her to let me breed her—I’d be a far, far better dad to my child. Son or daughter, I’d treat them right. I’d let them feel loved, not like they were a useless waste of space.

“Shouldn’t we get dressed?” Alison asked, taking my hand in hers. She had such a slim, delicate grip. Holding her hand swelled my resolve. I needed to protect her, too.

“I want you naked right now,” I said, my thoughts prickling harder.

“Oh, yes, make me go naked,” she moaned, her voice sounding so throaty. She squeezed my hand. “With your cum dripping out of me. Proof that you’re trying to breed me. That you’re trying to breed your little sister. Brothers have to breed their sisters.”

“That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“So much,” she groaned as we reached the stairs. “It makes me cum so hard. I would masturbate imagining you firing your cum into me and knocking me up.”

“You are a freak,” I said as we trooped down the stairs. “I love it.”

“I’m glad,” she said, squeezing my hand. “Keep ordering me to do all the perverted stuff I used to be so ashamed of. I want to share all my passions with you, Randy.”

“I will.”

“Thanks. Love you so much!”

Another wave of joyful euphoria washed through me.

We reached the first floor. It felt so weird being naked down here. I had done it once in the rare time that my Dad had left the house and my three sisters weren’t home. Part of me wanted to run upstairs, my instincts screaming at me, asking me what I was doing. A hot flush swelled up through my face, warming my cheeks.

But I had power. I could make people do what I want. I had no idea why this crazy company, the Institute of Apotheosis, sent me a device that could control people. It made no sense to me unless they really were trying to turn me into a god.

Me!

I felt incredible since Alison put the Halo on my head. I had taken a bad beating from Dad and my body wasn’t even sore any longer. My cock was still hard after pumping two loads of cum into my sister’s body. I should be soft right now, but I was rearing for more.

The halo gave me more than mind-control. I wonder what else I would develop?

“They were having sex, Dad,” Livie whined in her petulant voice from the living room. “It was disgusting. You have to go talk to them.”

“What?” the bleary words of our dad groaned. “Who was having sex? Your sister brought a boy over?”

“No, no, Randy and Alison,” Livie whined. You’d never know she was eighteen. She sounded four. She always tattled on everyone else, running to Dad with tears in her eyes. It kept him from abusing her, which meant Alison and I took the burnt of it.

And I did all I could to protect Alison from being hit.

“What?” he growled. “I thought you just wanted dinner.”

“No, Dad, they’re…” Her words trailed off as Alison and I entered the living room.

My younger sister had a petite body. Her features looked like a more girlish form of Alison’s narrow face. She had black hair instead of Alison’s light-brown, and kept it in a girlish braid that fell down her back. She wore pink clothing, frilly and dainty. She shuddered at the sight of us. Tears welled in her brown eyes as she gasped.

“Oh, Dad, look, they’re naked and…” She clapped her hands over her eyes. “They’re such perverts!”

Dad, sitting in his brown recliner, a can of his favorite brand of beer, Coors, clutched in his hand. These days, lifting the drink to his mouth was as much exercise as he got. He turned his head, his eyes red, his face flushed and oily. His shirt had ridden up, revealing his fat, hairy belly.

Disgusting pig.

He blinked as he stared at Alison and me.