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Brother’s Mind-Controlled Sisters 3: Slut Sister’s Anal Punishment

With is mind-control powers, Randy punishes his older sister for being a cock-teasing bitch!

Brother’s Mind-Controlled Sisters
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter Three: Slut Sister’s Anal Punishment
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

I had never grinned with such excitement in my entire life. I would enjoy this. My cock slid out of my baby sister’s eighteen-year-old pussy as I stood up. My body buzzed with the euphoria from deflowering her snatch. My eldest sister, the Twenty-year-old bitch who always got me in trouble with my abusive father, had such a look of shock on her face.

For once, the bitch was speechless.

Her mouth worked. Her hazel eyes almost bulged out of her sockets. Her normally sultry face looked thunderstruck. Her large breasts rose and fell in the tight, slutty top she liked to wear. Her eyes flicked from Livie on her knees, my cum running out of her snatch, to Alison, my favorite sister, on her back, writhing in delight from the delicious orgasm Livie gave her with her mouth.

“What the fuck!” exploded from Valarie’s mouth when she finally recovered her wits. “What did you do to Livie, you little shit?”

She slammed the front door behind her and marched towards me, trying to act like she was the hot shit in the house. Just because our dad was a horny bastard, and she knew it, using her body. She didn’t have a problem showing him some T&A to get out of trouble.

The bitch blamed everything she did wrong on me. She got me beaten by that drunk bastard not long ago.

My grin just broadened as she stopped before me. She flicked her eyes down to my wet cock then back up to me. “Dad is going to kill you, freak!” she snarled. “And then you’re going to spend the rest of your damn life getting ass-raped in prison! Livie, it’ll be okay.”

Livie sat up, her face smeared with Alison’s pussy juices. The petite girl popped her thumb into her mouth, sucking on it like the baby she liked to pretend she was. She didn’t tremble as she sat there naked, her body flushed from her orgasms. Her black hair, gathered in a thick braid, swept down her back as she faced Valarie.

“Where is dad?” Valarie gasped. “He’s going to…” Her words trailed off as she noticed Dad sitting on his recliner staring at his two naked daughters. He lusted after them, but he could never touch them. He could never even jerk off that hard dick bulging his pants.

I gave him a command early.

“Dad, what is going on?”

The fat alcoholic didn’t answer his Valarie. He didn’t have permission to talk.

“Dad!” Valarie shouted again. She marched around me. “Why are you just sitting there, Daddy?” She tried to sound seductive, but that normal, sultry purr that she usually had was strangled by something else. I unnerved her. And Dad sitting there, not responding, had her more than frightened. He wasn’t passed out drunk like normal but awake, alert. “Daddy, what’s wrong? Why are you just sitting there while Randy fucks Livie?”

“How long are you going to let her freak out?” Alison asked me before she hugged me from behind. Her round breasts felt wonderful on my back, her arms sliding around my waist to hug me tight. She rested her head on my shoulder.

“Daddy!” Valarie gasped. She stamped her foot, jiggling her big tits. “Answer me, Daddy.”

Dad just shook his head, his eyes locked on her heaving breasts in that tight top. It had to be three sizes too small for her, molding to the outline of her braless tits. God, she was such a slut. A horny bitch, like a naughty bunny. A whore that just had to fuck and fuck, satiating her body.

My dick throbbed as Alison’s hands slid down my stomach.

“Daddy, please, say something,” Valarie said, her voice growing more and more panicked. “What is going on? He was fucking Livie! And she was… She was going down on Alison! Daddy! Daddy!”

Alison’s loving hand grasped my dick. She licked my shaft and stroked it up and down. I fought my groan as she pleasured me. It felt so nice. Her hand pumped just fast enough to stimulate me but not enough to drive me to an orgasm.

Valarie’s head snapped around, her bleached-blonde hair swaying around her trembling expression. She sought to master it, to pretend she was in control. She glared at me, but it lacked her usual condescending bite. “What did you do, Randy? What is going on? Alison, stop touching his dick?”

“Why, want to touch it yourself?” Alison asked. “Bored of teasing Dad. Want to shake your tits at our brother now?”

Disgust flicked across Valarie’s face. “Eww, like I would do that.”

“Oh, so you just like teasing our father with your body?” Alison asked. She stroked my slicked dick a little faster. “A sister should want to fuck her brother. Tell her, Randy, make her want you. Educate her!”

Valarie just shook her head. “Stop jerking off his dick! Put some fucking clothes on! Both of you! I don’t know what you did to Dad, but I’m not letting you get away with this perversion, Randy.”

She shoved her hand into the pocket of her jeans. They were so tight I bet she had to pour herself into them. They clung to her thighs and her hips. She had a plump cameltoe shown prominently at the front.

Whore wanted every guy to look at her.

She produced her phone.

“Stop,” I growled. My thoughts prickled hard, little spots of pain rippling across my brain as my new mind control powers went to work. Thanks to little nanites that had flowed into my mind, I could rewrite my brainwaves over another person’s. It changed their thoughts and forced them to do what I say.

Alison, whom it turned out had secretly loved me, found it so hot when I mind-controlled her. I took away all her guilt at being in love with her brother and her desires to commit Incest, and it unleashed her passions. She had such a kinky, naughty girl hiding inside of her. Without shame, she had nothing holding back her lusts.

I loved it. Loved her.

Valarie’s arm froze. Her hand shook, her phone half-raised to her face. Her forehead furrowed. She let out a whimper and shook her head. Then she stared at me. “W-What did you just do? I… I felt something… In my head.”

“I gave you an order, slut,” I said. “It’s time that someone straightened out this house. I’m in charge now. Isn’t that right, Dad?”

“Yeah, Randy,” Dad answered, his voice hoarse.

“And that’s why you’re fucking our little sisters?” Valarie demanded. She stared down at her phone and then her fingers holding it slid across the screen.

“You cannot use your phone without my permission, slut,” I ordered. My thoughts burned hard. Darkness washed around my vision. Rewriting her brain, giving her this command, hurt. She didn’t like it. It when against her nature. I let out a groan as the trickling sensation passed.

“Y-You… I…” Her thumb froze on her screen. Her breathing came faster and faster. “Stop doing that, you little shit!”

“She really doesn’t understand,” Alison said, still stroking my dick. “But you will, slut. Randy will teach you what your role is as a sister. Livie just learned, and she loves being a good sister now.”

Livie sucked noisily. I glanced down at her and saw her smiling around her thumb. She’d learned to love it. She was happy now. She liked sucking on things. Her thumb. My cock. I taught her that, also.

And it was time to teach my older sister. I savored the panic trembling through Valarie’s body, the way her large breasts rose and fell in her top. She cast her head around. I could almost feel her thoughts racing in her mind as she struggled to understand what was going on. Her brain couldn’t handle it. Mind control wasn’t supposed to be real.

“First, slut, every time you see Dad, you will flash him your tits. You will make sure he sees those breasts you’re always teasing him with. He can stare, but he can never touch them, can never enjoy them. Can never jerk off his dick thinking about them again.”

Thoughts prickled across my mind. It didn’t hurt as much as telling her not to use her phone.

“No!” she shouted at me even as her hands ripped up her top, exposing her big, lush, pillowy breasts. They swayed and jiggled as she spun around, facing our father. She moved to him, almost thrusting them into his face as she stared at me. “How are you doing this, Randy? Get out of my head!”

“Why?” I asked. “You enjoy showing Dad your tits. You’re always hovering around him, loving him ogling your body.”

“N-No I don’t,” she sobbed, tears building in her eyes.

“Don’t lie to me ever!” I snarled and pain knifed into my mind. I shook my head, fighting back the dizzy wave. “Now tell me the truth.”

“I hate it!” she hissed. “I hate his eyes on me! His disgusting, bleary eyes lusting after me. But it gets what I want. He doesn’t abuse me so long as I can just strut around him and give him a cheap thrill. But this… Please… I don’t want to do this… Please, Randy.”

“Please?” I asked, anger swirling through my stomach. “Do you know how badly Dad beat me because you lied about me drinking his beer? Oh, right, you fucking cunt, you stood there and watched!”

“I…” She shuddered. “You’re a boy. You can take it.”

“And you’re a slut!” I shouted. “So you can flash your tits at Dad or any other guy I tell you to! As much as it disgusts you, it makes you wet. Feeling Dad’s eyes on your tits makes your pussy so hot. So wet. You have a horny cunt now, right? You’re feeling it! Getting juicy!”

“Oh, god,” she groaned. She shuddered, her hips wiggling. “Yes… Yes, I’m getting wet!” The words sounded ripped from her mouth. “It’s making me so hot to feel his slimy eyes on my tits.” She shook, her tits swaying right before Dad.

“Look at her,” Alison moaned into my ear. “She’s so horny. She wants to fuck Dad even though he’s so filthy.” She licked my ear. She stroked my cock faster and faster. Her hips wiggled, rubbing her bush into my ass. “You’re just a filthy sow, Valarie!”

Yes, she was. She was always shaking those big tits, that bleached-blonde hair falling about her youthful face. An idea had popped into my head.

“Enough of that, Valarie,” I said. “Go upstairs to my bedroom and fetch my phone. I need to show you something.”

My older sister shoved down her top and bolted out of the room. Her feet pounded up the stairs. I heard her racing to my bedroom. She crashed into it.

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