I Assfucked My Mindhacked Sister

I Assfucked My Mindhacked Sister

“Brad!” a voice shouted from behind. Zack slapped Brad’s shoulder good-naturedly. “So glad to see you out and about!”

“Just wanted to get some fresh air, and to check your place out.”

“Make yourself at home, all food is on me.”

“Thanks, man.”

Just then, a shock of dark brown head appeared from the kitchen. Abigail.

Even fully clothed, his sister’s body made an incredible impact on Brad. His cock throbbed at the sight of her halter top, clinging tightly against her massive breasts. The nubs of her nipples were poking proudly through. It was clear why the restaurant was a popular draw for male customers. Zack excused himself as Abigail approached, a smile beaming on her face. It was another busy afternoon.

“How are you doing Brad?”

“I’m doing fine thanks.” He tried hard not to stare at her body. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with desire. “Looks busy.”

“Yes, even with the extra help, we’re swamped practically every day. It’s a good thing really.”

“Do you need a hand?”

“Do you mind?” Her big, hazel eyes shone expectantly at him. God, he could look into her eyes all day.

“Of course not.”

“I’m out the back, moving some stock.”

Brad followed Abigail through the kitchen, into the back. He waved briefly to Zack, who was engrossed with cooking.

His heart was beating harder and harder as they made their way to the back. It was just the two of them, alone. He couldn’t stop staring at the way her ass swayed and wiggled as she walked. His cock throbbed painfully at the anticipation. For a long time now, he lusted after his sweet younger sister. He managed to control it when they lived together, maybe sometimes indulging himself with her underwear, but when they lived apart, it was torment.

God, I hope this works.

Satisfied that they were completely alone and far enough from the main building, Brad pushed Abigail against the wall of the storeroom. He felt the hunger risen from the depths of his stomach.

He needed her badly.

It was now or never. A few days ago, some of his friends talked about a rumoured app. It cost an insane $100 but you do stupid things late in the night. Feeling desperate and extremely horny, he took the chance and made a purchase. For all intents and purposes, it looked like a regular app on his phone. It had a few rudimentary settings, which he fiddled with. It seemed all he needed to was point and shoot the camera into the intended person’s eyes, and then things will happen.

“Brad? What are you-“

“Look at this sis,” he said, bringing his phone up to her face and pressing the camera button.

*Snap*

Was there a sign or anything? Brad wasn’t sure.

Abigail just stood there and blinked a few times. “Are you done messing around? I got to get back to work.”

Fuck it.

He pressed forward and muffled by her mouth with his. Holding her close, his hands gripped her wrists tightly. His lips pushed painfully against her full, plump lips. He kissed her desperately, bruising her. The first thing he noticed was the lack of resistance. Her eyes opened in shock at first, then she closed them. She didn’t fight it. Eventually he broke away from his sister.

“Fuck,” she groaned between gasps. He swallowed her breaths and could taste the sweetness of her saliva.

She pushed him away, albeit weakly. “Stop it Brad.” He could see lust clouding over her eyes, rationality evaporating. He knew it; she wanted this as much as he did. “W-what are you doing to me?”

“I came to see you.” He continued with his advance. He kissed her neck. His teeth grazed the skin area between neck and shoulder, eliciting erotic mewls out of her mouth. Fuck, that sound was delicious. It only made his cock throb even more. He needed more of her.

Shamelessly, he yanked her halter top up, exposing her big beautiful breasts. They were obscenely huge. He spent many nights jerking off and fantasizing over them. And now he can claim them. Her nipples were like miniature orbs, erect and tempting. Without warning, he plunged his mouth over one, sucking it desperately and running his tongue over the hard nipple. Abigail’s hands fisted his hair, half trying to stop him, half encouraging him. He sorely wished she had some milk to give him. Fuck, he bet his sister’s milk would taste sweet.

“I want you, sis,” he growled.

“We can’t,” she breathed, yet she did not try to stop him. “I’m your sister.”

“But I’m so lonely,” He read you can embed suggestions to the target and they are powerless to deny them. Here, the keyword was ‘heaven’. “I bet it would feel like heaven if we had sex.”

She stared at him for what seemed like forever, and finally her face softened.