Curiosity Killed the Kat – Part 2 

The endless lines and numbers of the spreadsheet washed over Morgan’s glazed eyes. Her weary brain refused to focus on the strings of costs and projections. Her attention still hovered around last night’s dream. Morgan had always been a sound sleeper, but the bizarre dreams had grown more and more frequent lately. 
 
Her imagination wandered back to the most recent one, her sister Kat, riding her husband’s cock while he ate her out. The image of her sister’s glistening, sweaty body bouncing rhythmically in the dim light. It had felt so vivid, so real. But of course she’d woken up, granted soaking wet, but still woken up all the same. 
 
The previous night, Morgan had been tied to the bed unable to say anything besides her mantras, while Ethan relentlessly teased her into deeper and deeper submission. Kat had been whispering in her ear, drawing her further and further into Ethan’s will. The night before that was already getting hazy, but Morgan vaguely recalled a blind fold and ball gag. 
 
She shivered with pleasure as the memories captivated her imagination. Idly her hand drifted off the smooth, plastic mouse and towards her skirt. She tried to look like it was casually resting in her lap, while she gently rubbed the heel of her hand against her skirt. Morgan had never thought of her sister in a sexual way before. But the fantasies had been getting out of control ever since she came to live with them. 
 
The heat began blossoming between her legs. The swell of Kat’s breast, the confident look her eye, the low, needy way she moaned; all of it haunted her. Why did Morgan even know about the last one? Granted the last few years had been one sexual awakening after another, ever since she met Ethan. 
 
Ethan had just seemed so . . . Well . . . Normal for lack of a better word. When they first matched, she never would have suspected he would turn out so deviously kinky. She never thought for a moment, she’d end up on her knees, calling him master. It never even crossed her mind that he’d hypnotize her and turn her own subconscious into a willing partner in his domination. Not that she was complaining of course. Calling what they’d done together the best sex of her life was an understatement. 
 
Her monitor flicked to a dull, blue glow as the screensaver flashed on. Morgan had gone too long without activity . . . at least on her mouse. Her hand and imagination were quite active, thinking of Ethan and Kat and her dreams. They made her want to shimmy right out of her skirt, take the back end of her mouse and shove it up her . . . 
 
“You ok there? Earth to space cadet, incoming transmission.” Carly asked from over her shoulder, covering her mouth with her hand for a mock-static effect. 
 
Morgan jumped and practically fell out of her chair. “Oh Carly, I didn’t hear you walk over. Did you need something?” 
 
Carly snickered discreetly at Morgan’s outburst. “Well I came over here to see if you had the third quarter projections finished. But now I’m thinking you need a coffee run, girl. Your eyes were barely open just now.”
 
Morgan glanced down quickly at her skirt, no visible wet patch. Thank god. “Sorry, I’m still working on it. I just haven’t been sleeping well lately. Weird dreams,” she gave a nervous chuckle. “You’re right, this space cadet is in desperate need of a caffeine resupply.” 
 
Carly slid her hand over her mouth again. “This is astronaut Hambright to mission control. We’re diverting the shuttle to space station Java House for urgent refueling.” Then she led Morgan outside and across the street to Java House. 
 
A few minutes later they were seated outside at a small metal table, steaming paper cups in hand. The bright sunlight went a long way towards chasing the fog from Morgan’s mind. She already felt more awake before having even a drop of her vanilla latte. 
 
Carly’s lips formed a thin line before she spoke. “Morgan are you ok?” 
 
“What? I’m fine. I just haven’t been sleeping well is all.”
 
Carly glanced down and then back to Morgan’s eyes. “It just feels like there’s more than that going on. You’ve been spacing out around the office a lot lately. You’re like a zombie. I’m worried about you girl.”
 
Morgan scoffed. “Worried? Look I’ve just been having strange dreams is all.”
 
“Dreams are your brain trying to tell you something! If you keep having weird dreams there’s probably a reason.” 
 
Morgan’s retort froze on her tongue. If her dreams were trying to tell her something it was probably to have a threesome with her husband and sister. She certainly wasn’t about to try explaining that to Carly. 
 
“Is everything ok at home?” 
 
Morgan could feel her blood heating up. “Ok at home? Yes! Everything’s great.”
 
“Good good. It’s just that. . . Never mind.”
 
“Nope. Nope. You can’t start saying something like that and just stop. Spit it out Carly,” Morgan fumed. 
 
Carly’s lips tugged into a frown. “It’s just that all this started when your sister came to stay with you. I thought maybe she was causing drama, like using drugs or having an affair with Ethan or something.” 
 
“That’s my sister and my husband you’re talking about, the two people I trust most in the world!” Morgan abruptly shot to her feet, sending the metal chair skidding across the sidewalk. “Thanks for the coffee.” Morgan stormed back to the office. 
 
Over her shoulder, she could hear Carly’s voice. “Morgan, I’m sorry. I only asked because I care.” But Morgan didn’t slow down or turn around. How dare Carly even think of that? The incessant images of Ethan and Kat’s naked bodies still pulled at her mind. But those were just dreams. Right? Right? 
 
—-
 
Morgan’s Subaru pulled into her garage after a long day. She’d had to stay late to finish the third quarter projections. She carried her laptop bag inside. Immediately the smell of fried rice rushed to meet her nostrils. Ethan stood with his back to the stove, busying himself over the wok. “Welcome home beautiful,” he called with a quick turn and flash of a smile. 
 
Kat was in the kitchen too, washing the dishes. “Good to see you M.” She called warmly. Morgan’s eyes couldn’t help but linger on Kat’s form. She wore only a pair of athletic shorts, a tight tank top and the purple latex gloves. A glowing smile graced Kat’s lips. Her energy had completely changed over the last couple weeks. 
 
“Yeah thanks. I’m exhausted. You guys got this covered?”
 
“Oh yeah. Kat’s been a huge help. She cut all the vegetables, now she’s washing up. I barely have to lift a finger,” Ethan answered. 
 
Kat positively beamed from the praise. “It was my pleasure,” she sighed happily. 
 
Carly’s words tickled the back of Morgan’s mind. Now that Morgan thought of it, Kat had never gotten over a guy this quickly, not even in high school. She’d usually mope around for weeks or maybe even months. Those had just been boyfriends too, not ex-husbands like Mike. The only time Morgan had ever seen such a quick turn around from Kat was when she had a new guy. 
 
“M you relax for a while. We’ve got this.” 
 
“Thanks K.” Morgan shook her head, trying to shake those thoughts right out of it. She was worried for nothing. She had to be. Morgan retreated to her bedroom, changing out of her formal work clothes and into comfy pajamas. All the same, she appreciated the extra help around the house. Not having to do dishes or clean as much was nice. 
 
Even though Kat didn’t clean as thoroughly as Morgan herself. She never had the same patience or attention to detail as Morgan. A small spot on the white carpet caught her eye as she turned to leave the bedroom. Morgan knew she would never have missed that spot. She crouched down to examine the small blemish. What was it doing her anyway? She extended a curious fingernail and poked at it. 
 
The texture was hard on the carpet fibers, like the plastic tip at the end of a shoelace. Morgan poked it again. What a curious discovery. For a moment her mind drew a blank trying to think of what could cause it. Then the memories of her dreams crept back into her awareness. She recalled the image of Kat sucking Ethan’s cock, hungrily happily swallowing every drop of his cum. Almost every drop. In the dream one drop had rolled down her sister’s cheek and fallen to the floor.
 
But that was a dream. 
 
Just a dream. 
 
Just a little spot on the floor. 
 
But here it was. 
 
Morgan chocked back a sob. She fell to her knees. “Carly was right. The dreams are real,” she whimpered. 
 
Suddenly Ethan was in the doorway. “Babe dinner’s read . . . What’s wrong?” 
 
Morgan just quietly cried and didn’t look up at him. Ethan kneeled down beside her, brow furrowed with concern. 
 
When she finally looked at him icy scorn filled her glare. “I know,” was all she said. 
 
His face froze for a moment, then he looked down. “I was going to tell you eventually.” 
 
“I don’t believe you,” she said tersely.
 
“I just wanted to get your subconscious more adjusted the idea first.”
 
“The idea of you cheating on me?” She hissed. 
 
He tried to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, but his wife shrugged it off. “The idea of us keeping her.”
 
“Keeping her? She’s my sister, not a stray pussy cat we picked up off the street Ethan.” 
 
“What’s going on?” Kat entered the bedroom and immediately dove to her knees beside Morgan, pulling her sister into a tight hug. Morgan struggled to pull away, but Kat pressed forward until she had her sister’s head cradled against her shoulder. 
 
“K, why?” Morgan squeaked in a small voice. 
 
“It just sort of happened.” Kat gently rubbed Morgan’s back as she held her. The delicate touch of Kat’s fingertips eased the tension out of her muscles. “I overheard him hypnotizing you the other day and I went under too.” 
 
“That was the first dream.” 
 
“It was. I couldn’t help myself M. I’m sorry but you know how easy it is to slip under for Ethan, to slip under for master.” She ratcheted up the pressure of her hands, chasing all the stress away from Morgan’s back with a gentle, but firm massage. “His voice was so smooth and relaxing. And I felt so sad and alone, just like you’re feeling now. That soothing, relaxing presence just made me feel so much better.”
 
Morgan just replied with a soft moan. The rhythm of Kat’s hands across her back did make her feel a bit better in spite of herself. 
 
“You know how it feels better than I do,” Kat continued in a warm whisper. “To just let everything go and relax completely. To let the soft warmth of someone who cares about you drift in through your ears and wrap itself around your mind like a cozy blanket. Just letting that delicate warmth wash over you, until everything else fades away. Everything else fades away Morgan as you relax for me now.” 
 
Morgan’s body slumped forward into Kat’s arms. 
 
“That’s it M. You’ve done it so many times. It feels so familiar to you. So easy. So comfortable. You know everyone here loves you and cares about you. So there’s no need to be upset or worried. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to think about. Nothing in your tired mind at all.” 
 
Morgan melted under the steady caresses. The frantic spiral of thoughts in her mind slowed to a lazy crawl. A bleary haze of anxiety still hung over her, though remembering why was becoming harder and harder. “But . . But . . “
 
“Shhh. It’s ok. It’s ok. We know. You don’t need to tell us anything. Just breathe deeply, in and out, in and out. Breathe in and relax, breathe out and let go. Just let go Morgan,” she cooed. 
 
Ethan leaned over to whisper in his wife’s other ear. “Just rest your head, Morgan.”
 
Her trigger phrase sent her over the edge. Morgan’s weary mind tumbled into the oblivion of trance. Her eyes rolled up into her head before slamming shut. Kat felt Morgan’s body go limp in her arms. 
 
“Now Morgan, what are you?” Ethan asked. 
 
“Deeply . . .  Hypnotized . . . Slave,” Morgan mumbled. 
 
“Very good. Keep repeating that, slave, every word out of your mouth taking you deeper and deeper. Kat undress her while she programs herself.” 
 
“Yes Master.” Kat obediently pulled off Morgan’s pajama shirt. 
 
“Deeply . . .  Hypnotized . . . Slave.”
 
Kat’s fingers found their way into the elastic of Morgan’s sweat pants. She had to position her sister lying down to get them free, but did so, exposing the pale flesh of her thighs.
 
“Deeply . . .  Hypnotized . . . Slave.”
 
Morgan’s utilitarian, cotton panties already showed a damp patch between her legs. When Kat pulled them away, the scent of Morgan’s arousal filled the bedroom. Her conditioning to enjoy trance was clearly holding up well. 
 
“Now Morgan, remaining deeply entranced, sit up and open your eyes,” Ethan commanded. 
 
Morgan’s naked form lurched into a sitting position. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing two glassy, brown orbs that stared blankly ahead. 
 
“Now Morgan, tell me honestly why don’t you want Kat to be your fellow slave girl?” 
 
“It’s wrong,” came the simple reply. 
 
Ethan paused to think. “I had hoped to do this more delicately, but I see that just hurt you more. So we’re going to take that pain away. Kat?”
 
“Yes Master? I want to make her feel better.” Kat’s voice was full of concern. 
 
“We will. We will. Kat I want you to trace circles around her breasts. Trust me, it’ll help.”
 
“Yes, Master.” Kat moved to sit behind Morgan. Her hands snaked up from behind and began a gentle dance around her sister’s nipples. 
 
“How does that feel Morgan?” Ethan asked. 
 
“It feels nice.” 
 
“Now I’m going to ask you why Kat joining us is wrong. You’ll answer every reason you can think of. But as soon as the words leave your lips, they leave your mind too. Those reasons will be totally forgotten to you. The steady pleasure of Kat’s touch will fill every void left by those thoughts like a sweet honey slowly filling your mind. Do you understand?” 
 
“Yes, Master,” Morgan answered. 
 
“Then start.”
 
The words formed automatically in Morgan’s mind. “She’s my sister and it’s wrong for us to be with the same man.” As soon as she spoke, the concern left her. The tingling pleasure drifting up from her chest washed it away. 
 
“You’re my husband. You told me you only needed me and no one else.” As soon as the breath escaped her, so too did the worry. Why worry about that when there was a steady tide of pleasure sweeping over her?
 
“You lied to me about it and took advantage, while I was hypnotized.” Even that concern drowned into the waves of pleasure. 
 
Morgan’s mouth hung open, a small bead of drool forming at its corner. After a moment of silence, Ethan spoke. “So Morgan, can you think of any reasons why Kat shouldn’t join you as my slave?”
 
Another pause. “No Master.”
 
“Very good. What are you thinking about?”
 
“Pleasure,” she sighed dreamily. 
 
“That’s it Morgan. From now on when you think about Kat as my slave it just fills you with pleasure.”
 
“Yes Master.” 
 
Kat and Ethan shared a look and then Ethan snapped his fingers. The light slowly returned to Morgan’s eyes. She turned around to see Kat seated behind her. “Oh hello.” Her face flushed with a sudden heat.
 
“Hey M.” Kat leaned down and planted a kiss on Morgan’s neck. Morgan responded with a happy sigh. All traces of panic gone from her demeanor. 
 
Ethan smiled. “So I guess our little surprise got spoiled. But Kat has decided to stay with us as your fellow slave for the foreseeable future.”
 
Morgan turned around to look at her sister, their faces just inches apart. “Really?” 
 
“Really,” Kat answered with a smile. 
 
“What do you think about that, Morgan?” Ethan asked. 
 
“What do I think? What do I think? I think that’s fucking hot,” Morgan answered with a smile. 
 
Ethan kissed her, greedily. Then a moment later, he pulled back and turned to Kat, meeting her lips as well. The two of them surged up from the carpet to meet their master. Hands swept over bodies. Lips met lips and skin alike. 
 
Ethan collapsed onto his back, cradling one sister in each arm. Morgan and Kat for their part attacked his neck and chest with fingers rapidly removing clothing. Soon three naked, sweaty bodies writhed on the floor in a fit of passion. 
 
Gripping her firmly by the arm, Ethan pulled his wife onto his lap. Sensing her master’s intentions, Kat rolled off to the side. Morgan obediently spread her legs to straddle him. Her hips moved with a mind of their own, grinding relentlessly against the hard shaft that waited for her below. She leaned down to whisper in his ear. “No more secrets, Master.” 
 
“Never,” he answered with a hoarse growl. 
 
That reassurance stoked the flame already building between Morgan’s legs. She could wait no longer. Rising up onto her knees for a moment, she dove downward, plunging his manhood deep into herself. She rocked back and forth, finding the familiar angle that would drive him against her tender flesh in just the perfect way. He twitched inside of her, the ecstasy of arousal plastered across his face. Morgan knew her husband well by now, so she was certain he wouldn’t last much longer. 
 
Not that she minded. Because one thing pushed her buttons above all else, the satisfaction of bringing her master to climax. And just as she thought the words, she could feel the jets of heat filling her up. It was as if she’d willed it into existence, the surging joy of pleasure within her body. Her own climax surged forth to meet his and the rhythm of their thrust became slow and deliberate. Their bodies sweated and shivered with each breath. Morgan said a silent word of thanks for her birth control. It just wouldn’t be the same if she couldn’t feel her Master cum inside her. 
 
As a wave of exhaustion took her, Morgan climbed down into Ethan’s waiting arms. Kat joined them in the embrace. Her sister’s hands delicately stroked Ethan’s thigh. Morgan could see signs of life returning to his member. She knew that before long, he’d be ready for another round and then it would be Kat’s turn. That didn’t bother Morgan though. Part of her felt like it should, but the exact reasons seemed unfathomable. As she listened to her husband’s heartbeat she felt a flush of embarrassment. Suddenly her earlier outburst seemed completely unwarranted. Her husband had just enslaved her sister. They hadn’t done anything wrong after all. But the satisfaction in their respective eyes comforted her. Morgan knew they wouldn’t hold her behavior against her. She breathed out another silent thanks for having such a supportive sister and husband.

The End?