Luna pursed her lips as she looked down at her dress. It was one of two she owned, the other being a more revealing black number that her friend picked up for her 18^th birthday. It was ideal for loosening up, hitting the club, picking up hot guys – which she of course had never done. This one, the sleek maroon outfit collecting dust in her closet, she bought for the only other occasion that would require something nominally ‘sexy’. Senior prom.

She was wearing her prom dress. The one with the straps over her cleavage and the slit in the leg. It was nice, it would certainly go a long way in attracting her brother’s gaze, and honestly she appreciated getting the chance to don it again, but still. Something about this felt off, she thought while sitting back down on her bed and making the springs whine. Why did she feel the need to fight so hard for her brother’s attention?

Because it feels so good, a quiet voice in her reminded her. Because she felt so much pleasure from his gaze and from his touch.

Wasn’t she supposed to be annoyed by her little brother (little by less than a year, but still)? Luna remembered appreciating her cramped dorm so much because she could finally get some privacy. Had something changed recently?

Whatever do you mean, the voice inquired. She’d do whatever she could to get her brother to notice her. To make her brother happy. There was nothing unusual about that.

Well, okay, fine, then what was their mother’s deal? Why was she seemingly just as ravenous for it?

Wouldn’t anyone be? Hell, shouldn’t everyone be?

Luna huffed through her nose, unsure of what to make of all this. She loudly opened her drawers, rifling through them for a moment before shaking her head. Nothing in here would do. It wouldn’t get Grant’s eyes on her. The sensation in her mind lingered…maybe she was just overthinking things. It felt so goddamn good, what other explanation could there be? She loved her brother, and she wanted him to be happy. They were both happy when he gave her attention.

She touched up her makeup in the mirror. For how little she did it, she was good at it. She was going to get plenty of his attention today. Maybe…maybe that was all she needed to worry about for right now. Maybe.

Feliciana was overflowing with excitement as she stretched into her a tight T-shirt proudly advertising her college roommate’s band. She hadn’t enjoyed the music very much, but the shirt was comfy. She began pacing with excitement upon pairing it with a skirt around her legs that clung so tightly every inch of her thighs could be seen (and which she also hadn’t worn since graduation). Grant would be over the moon. She would be over the moon. That was all that mattered. The day was off to a wonderful start already.

When Grant awoke, exiting his room before long, he was surprised to see that he was the first one up. A quick check-in with the clock confirmed that it wasn’t some ungodly hour of the morning. It was 9, same as usual, and yet neither his sister nor his mother was anywhere to be found.

That said, he heard some noise from their doors. After a quick paranoid glance over his shoulder, he decided to indulge in some of the eavesdropping which he had scolded Feliciana for before. He heard some pacing on the loud floorboards in her room, and drawers opening in front of Luna’s before her bed creaked. His bed was just as noisy. It was hard not to be curious about what exactly was transpiring inside of his family’s bedrooms, but before he had much time to theorize he heard footsteps approaching both of their doors. Time to try to act unsuspicious by lounging back on the couch, looking over to their rooms as inconspicuously as he could.

Their doors opened at the same time, revealing both of their outfits at once. His sister’s was great, honestly rather glamorous. The cute little blush on her cheeks really sold it for him. His mother’s clothes were great too, though. He’d need a moment to decide which he liked more. “Morning Luna, Mom.”

They both returned his greeting more-or-less simultaneously, looking at each other soon enough. They must not have realized that they’d exited at the same time, making it a direct competition. He couldn’t help but enjoy the way they silently sized each other up, eyes moving across each other’s outfits to compare with their rival.

The comparison was warranted; it wasn’t an open-and-shut case at all. However, using the time they observed each other to do some observing himself, Grant decided that his mother’s won out in his eyes. For as nice as the fancy dress was to look at, there was something about the decidedly casual brand of sexiness her too-tight clothes suggested that made him that much more worked up.

He cleared his throat after a moment. “Everything alright?”

Their gazes darted back to him, both of them nodding. His sister quickly reassured “Oh yeah, I’m fine,” while their mother relieved any worry with “Absolutely.”

“Good, glad to hear.” He smiled. “You both are looking nice today.”

The sight of both of them shivering at such a simple compliment stiffened his morning wood, which he surreptitiously hid. “Why thank you, cariño,” and a flustered “Y-yeah,” were their respective responses.

He turned to his sister to deliver the news. “Hey sis, would you mind making breakfast today? I think some eggs would really hit the spot.”

Her brows arched in surprise, but she knew doing what he asked would put attention on her. Or so she thought.

While Luna shifted over to the kitchen, Grant’s mother sat down next to him on the couch. She scooted a little closer when her daughter got out the carton.

To test the waters, he merely set his hand down on her thigh. Her cute little hums were enough positive response to go further, softly rubbing it, and then squeezing her thigh, and then pulling her into an embrace.

Feliciana leaned into his affection, smiling warmly at her son. Her daughter made occasional glances from the kitchen, and he could see the desire in her eyes. She wanted him to touch her like that. Only now did she seem to understand that she had lost that morning’s competition.

That was simply how it went, though. She hadn’t earned his attention, and so she didn’t get it. Her mother was the one to soak up all his touch along her sides, arms, midriff, and even a rare adventurous slide along her neck.

His curiosity got the better of him after a moment. “Is this an old shirt? I don’t think I’ve seen you wear it before.”

Her eyes opened wider at the question, an honest answer coming soon enough. “Yes, it is. From college, actually. I was surprised it still fit…”

He chuckled. “Those hours at the gym helped, hm?” He’d gotten her a membership for Christmas a few years ago, and he was fond of teasing her over her only perennial visits.

She blushed, chuckling too after a moment. “Guess so…”

Luna glared at the boiling pot in front of her, frustratedly stirring it before she spoke up. “Hey Mom, when did you want to head to the store?” Grant could detect the ire in her voice. She must have wanted to break them up.

The winner of their morning standoff had completely forgotten that they were meant to go shopping that day. “Oh, um. We can go in a few hours…” The last word was slightly slurred as he possessively grabbed onto her side. He was properly feeling her up.

“Hm, right. You’re both going shopping later, yeah?”

His sister tried and failed not to let her annoyance show on her face. “Yep.”

From the way his mother was slowly shifting closer to her, he could tell exactly what she was after. He dispensed with the buildup and slid a hand up beneath her tight shirt. “Are you going to be buying some nice clothes?” He whispered in her ear. Part of him wanted to add ‘for me’ as an addendum, but that was probably implied already.

The sound of his mother stifling a moan while he began “massaging” her breasts was music to Grant’s ears. “Yes…”

He tickled her ear with another chuckle. “Good girl.” Her bra wasn’t very thick at all, he could already feel her nipples poking through.

Luna made a racket getting a lid from the cabinet, visibly upset with all the attention she wasn’t getting. “Hey Grant, do you mind hypnotizing me after breakfast?”

That curt tone could use some work, but there was no use denying her some more training. He nodded. “Sure, I can do that.” One hand squeezed his mother’s thigh while the other was up her shirt.

His sister’s eyes lingered for a bit at her family’s endeavor, standing somewhat awkwardly in the kitchen while she waited for the timer to go off.

He took notice. It was worth making sure she didn’t suspect anything. “Something the matter, Luna?”

Interestingly enough, she bit her lip. “Oh, no. It’s nothing.” She turned around perhaps too quickly, but not quickly enough to hide her redder face. The eggs were ready soon enough, and she plated them with some seasoning in the cupboard before leaving it on the kitchen counter.

In the meantime, Grant luxuriated with an indulgent grope of his mother’s ass, which she graciously rewarded with a gasp and a moan. It was hard to give his sister much notice when this was right in front of him. Breakfast could wait.

His sister huffed and took some of the eggs for herself, bringing the stool around so she could eat while facing away from their…involvement with each other. She could hear all of it.

“You like that?” He whispered in his mother’s ear once again.

“Yesss…” She writhed in his hands.

It was too easy to pull her closer. “Good girl.”

Luna got up with another huff, bringing her plate into her room and closing the door. Feliciana did nothing to stop her.

Well, now that she was gone, he could flip up her skirt, dragging it up and onto her midriff once again, revealing her blue-and-white striped panties with a cute little bow at the top. She blushed and made no attempt to stop him either.

After some finagling, he manhandled her onto his lap, back against his chest. A little push with the hand that wasn’t still fondling her was all it took to spread her legs nice and wide while breakfast got cold on the counter.

She squeaked like her children’s bedframes when he started teasing her through her underwear again.

“Mmm. Nice panties, Mom.”

Such a response would have elicited some very harsh words and a couple months of doing all the chores just a week prior, but now all his mother said was “Th-thank you…”

“You’ve been such a good girl recently.” The fabric was so soft.

She just nodded, goosebumps running down her back when he rested his head on her shoulder to whisper right in her ear.

“Do you like being a good girl for me?”

“Yes…” Her eyes cutely fluttered, the pleasure overtaking her.

“Do you want to keep being the best good girl you can be for me?” He sure must have been a talented masseuse.

“Yesss…” She leaned forward to get closer to his gropes.

He smiled. “Can I call you by your name?”

Suddenly, she looked back up at her son, her expression awash with confusion. “What?” She was still going along with his “massage”, but he could feel the uncertainty in her movements.

Damn. He shook his head. “Never mind. Just focus on the massage, Mom.”

“Yes…” That was a lot easier for her. He’d have to save any new developments for when she was in trance. Not that he didn’t kind of like calling the woman who was moaning while he fondled her “Mom.”

To his surprise, she began to hump against his hand of her own accord before long. His brows arched, but he went along with it. “That’s it. Good girl.”

She moaned and sighed once again, their connection continuing for a couple more minutes before he probed some more.

“You love this, don’t you?”

“Yes…” Of course she did. They could both tell that. “I love this…”

“How much do you love it, Mom? Tell me.”

His firm demands didn’t slow her down at all. “So much…”

“How badly do you want this?”

“So badly…” Her words were still slower and her affectation was still a bit more loopy, even while she wasn’t in trance. He’d done well at linking the sensations of pleasure and mindlessness in her head.

“That’s a good girl.” He smiled, pressing in between the lips of her labia through her panties. “Are you nearly finished?”

He didn’t have to elaborate. “Yes…”

When he pressed in as far as he could, he could feel just the tiniest bit of wetness on her panties. Even though she claimed to not feel any kind of sexual pleasure from this. But of course, that was only natural. He’d been fondling her for quite a while, after all. This was great progress. “Good girl.” He sped up, making her feel even better. He’d found an in for the next time he hypnotized her.

As it turned out, that wouldn’t be long at all. “Do you…do you think you could hypnotize me after we get back from the store…?”

His brows arched, but he certainly wasn’t going to turn such an opportunity down. “Sure, Mom. I could do that.”

She grinned, shaking off of her son after a moment while the pleasure rocked through her.

“How do you feel, Mom?”

“I feel…I feel really good, Grant. Thanks for that, again.”

“Of course, Mom. Any time at all. I’m happy to do it.” He really was.

She spun on her heels to enter her room, forgetting all about the breakfast her daughter prepared. This amused Grant, but he couldn’t afford to do the same. He grabbed his food and ate quickly; Luna was waiting for her own session. He had to give her what she wanted.

Or, more accurately, he had to tell her what she needed.

Luna finally exited her room fifteen minutes after her mother’s door closed. Whatever it took to make sure she didn’t have to watch Grant touch her all over. That was touch that could be going to her. Such a strange thought would have normally elicited a bit more pause, but she was frankly desperate.

Thank God, he was alone, eating the eggs she’d made before noticing her entrance and raising a hand. “Hey, Luna.”

She awkwardly raised her hand alongside his. “Can you hypnotize me?” No point beating around the bush.

“Sure. I’ll be done with this,” he gestured to his plate, “in a minute. Want to head to my room?”

It was annoying to hear she’d have to wait a little longer, but she tried not to let that show. “Yeah, that sounds good.” She headed to his room, sitting down on his bed alone. It felt oddly surreal to be in here by herself. Almost like she was intruding on his space, instead of sharing it with him.

That feeling dissipated when her brother entered after a moment, shutting the door behind him. The fact it felt like their space was relaxing. She was still a little peeved from that display earlier, however.

He apparently noticed. “You okay?” The bed bounced a little under his weight. “You seem a bit antsy.”

“No, no, I’m fine.” She tried to assuage his concern, though it was nice to know that he cared enough to pick up on stuff like that in the first place. She scooted closer until their legs were touching.

His appreciation was obvious. “Alright, well…” He wrapped his arm around her slowly. “Get comfy and we can begin.”

The relaxation was beginning to flow just from his touch and his gaze. She nodded very slightly.

“Ready, Luna?” It took her a bit to notice that he was rubbing her arm and pulling her closer.

Of course she was ready. “Yes.” Her tone was firm and with renewed patience.

He nodded, a pensive look crossing over his expression shortly thereafter. “Hm, do you want to get a little more comfortable?” He sounded more curious than anything.

She wasn’t sure exactly what he was getting at, but a swift pat to his lap cleared up everything. That did seem more comfortable, now that she thought about it. They could get so much closer that way. She could get so much more of his attention. “Sure!” It was so easy to get up and sit on his lap, both of them facing the same direction towards his desk.

His hands traced down along her dress. “I saw you staring at Mom and I during breakfast.” While she couldn’t see his face, she could tell he was smiling.

Why was he bringing that up? She tilted her head, slightly confused. That voice from earlier seemed to chirp up again, and along with the wonderful feeling of her brother’s lap she thought about just letting it go, but while she felt it she wanted to pursue this dissonance further. “Yeah?”

Every time Grant ran his hands over the same spot, she got a little closer to him, feeling all of him before very long at all.

“Why is that?” He rested his hands beneath her breasts. His inquiry seemed genuine enough.

Should she be honest, though? Wouldn’t that reflect poorly on her if he knew she was getting so worked up over her mother’s relaxation? She considered a harmless fib but realized that that would be counter-intuitive. She wanted to slip into relaxation, and it was always so relaxing to tell the truth. “…I was jealous.”

“I see.” He nodded, slipping his hand up to grope her breast. Getting to feel his hands move across her body again was quite the incentive to be honest. “Well, just relax for now, Luna. Just…” The hand that wasn’t feeling her up rose to her forehead. He tapped it before she could begin to put it all together. “Drop.”

She fell into trance nigh-instantly, slouching forward and melting into his grasp. Deep, warm breath after deep, warm breath escaped from her lips completely involuntarily. It was so nice, it was so easy, to feel like this. She could simply abandon all of her stress in one fell swoop, with one single, perfect drop. Everything was so easy here.

Her brother continued to fondle her nicely. “That’s right, Luna. Good girl. It feels good to drop for me.”

Obviously. “…good…” She couldn’t believe how good his touch felt. She needed this all the time.

He leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. “You’ve been so jealous of your mother, haven’t you, Luna? Having your brother’s attention all of the time and getting all of his touch.”

“…so…jealous…” Even within this deep relaxation, she felt some anger well up inside. Why did she have to get it all? What had she done to deserve that?

“Why do you think she’s getting all the attention?”

That was exactly what she wanted to know! “…I don’t know…” There had better be some kind of explanation for this.

“You’re not getting nearly close enough to your brother,” he kindly elucidated. “You see your mother being so persistent. She’s always near him. You’re not doing any of that, are you?”

“…no…” She wasn’t doing that. But she was trying her best at least! It was so frustrating.

Thankfully, Grant was here to tell her exactly how to solve this. “You need to assert yourself to him more, don’t you? You need to make more of an impression on him.” His fondles got more capricious.

Her groans got louder in turn. “…yes…” She needed to be more assertive. That would solve it.

“Even if his mother sits on one side, you need to be at the other. You can’t fall behind.”

“…yes…can’t fall behind…” It was easy to imagine. Him on the couch, surrounded by them on all sides. Honestly, it sounded nice. She knew how to show guys what they wanted to see, too. That close, their mother wouldn’t stand a chance. She’d show her pompous mother how to really get his attention.

For the first time, he took both of her breasts in his hands at once, groping them to his heart’s content. “You noticed me touching her much more, didn’t you?”

Of course she did. Even if she’d been blind and deaf, she’d have noticed. She tried to distract herself from the memory by becoming a thrall for his touch. “…yes…”

“Where did you see him touching?”

“…her ass…between her legs…her breasts…” Luckily her eyes hadn’t lingered on any of these sights. It was awful seeing such loving touch not going to her instead.

He nodded. “Have you given me permission to touch between your legs yet?” His whisper made her shiver some more.

She suddenly felt guilty, sighing as she fessed up. “…no…”

“Which means?”

Such an open-ended question. After giving it some thought, Luna responded “…he…can touch more of her…” It wasn’t quite as relaxing to have to brave the depths of her mind in this state, but she would still do it upon being asked. That was what Grant wanted, and doing what he wanted made him pay attention to her.

“Correct. Your mother is ahead of you regarding where she lets him touch.”

That was a different way of thinking about it. Not strictly inaccurate. “…yes…”

“That’s why he’s more focused on touching your mother instead of you. She lets him touch more of her than you do. Make sense?”

“…yes…” Yes. It did. Unfortunately.

“You don’t want that, do you?”

Her soft, weak voice drawled “…no…”

“You need to be ahead of her.”

“…yes…” She needed to be.

“You need to let your brother touch more of you than your mother.”

“…I need to…” So desperately.

“You need that more than anything. You’re desperate.”

“…so desperate…” She…she would...

“Where will you let your brother touch you?” His question was so imposing. It was important she answer correctly.

She considered it for a few moments, but one word kept coming back to her again and again. Her head weakly bobbed before it slithered from her tongue.

“…everywhere…”

Grant grinned from ear to ear upon hearing his sister utter that word. She’d gotten close before, but now there were no caveats. It was the same word their mother had just yesterday, in the exact same situation. Their direct competition was only making it easier to bring both of them into his fold. “Absolutely everywhere?”

“…yesss…”

Perfect. “Good girl, Luna.” His hand traced along her inner thigh.

Her eyes rolled back in her head after that. Whether it was his words or his approach to the hem of her dress, he wasn’t certain.

“Would you let your brother see you in your underwear?” It was incredible that he could ask such a thing without fear of any reprisal now. Sometimes it was hard to believe how good his life was now – and to think it could be even better.

His sister paused at such a question, careful consideration showing on her otherwise blank and mindless expression. She sure was taking a while to come to a conclusion.

No need to worry, he had a way of making the decision-making process much easier for her. He pressed his hand against her panties, shifting back and forth to feel how warm she was.

As soon as he did, a verdict was reached. “Yesss…” Moans rocked her slutty words in the same way the pleasure rocked her slutty body.

“That’s a good girl, sis,” he rewarded her. “You’ll let him see you in your underwear.” His breath brushed her ear as he got closer. “What kind of underwear do you have?”

The pleasure delayed her response, but they both knew one was expected of her. “….just…normal underwear…” Before he could even open his mouth, she qualified “…I’ll pick some more up today…”

That was clever of her, anticipating his question like that. “Of course. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

He allowed her to hum happily at that before drilling further.

“You have to make sure to keep up with your mother’s underwear choices as well. She can’t be the one commanding more of his attention.” She squeaked when he rubbed her through her panties. “You’ll have to show yours off to your brother much more than she does.”

“…much…more…” She was visibly ecstatic.

As tempted as he was to simply enjoy his spoils so far, Grant knew he was right on the precipice of something. He had to keep pushing. “Would you let him see you naked?”

Her response was disappointingly quick. “…no…”

Simply another false notion to dispel from her mind. “Why not?”

“…he’s…my brother…”

“Hm?” Interesting that she was raising a problem with that here of all places. “But you’d let him see you in your underwear, yes?”

“…yes…”

“Isn’t that already sexual?”

“…I guess…but…”

“Would nudity really be that much more?”

“…I can’t…we can’t…”

There must have been some difference for her between near-nudity and the real thing. He had a method of making her see things his way, of course. “You know your mother already lets him see in her underwear, though.”

While she probably knew that on some objective level, she was still clearly bothered by hearing it spoken. “…yes…” It was made real for her that she was behind in this competition.

His fingers delved further into her crotch, making her squeak. “You need to be ahead of her, don’t you?”

She was leaning into his touch now. “…yes…”

“How could you do that?” he whispered. It was time for her to come up with strategies of her own. He’d given her a few good ideas to start, though.

The intimacy of the moment doubled when his sister whispered back to him after careful consideration. “…I could…sit closer…”

That didn’t seem terribly possible. Not when Feliciana was already “bouncing” on his hand when he asked. “You’ve already seen your mother sit very close, though, haven’t you?”

“…yes…” She couldn’t sit much closer either. “…I could…” She wracked her brain for more ideas. “…do more of his chores…”

“Our mother does that for me too.”

“…I could…” Thirty seconds passed before she had anything. “…be more friendly to him…and talk more…like we used to…I could be nice…”

He had to smile at that. As sweet as that was, it wasn’t the exact goal he was after. “Our mother is very, very nice, sis.”

That she was. She seemed dismayed.

It was worth reminding her of the stakes once more. “You need to get more of my focus and my time, don’t you.”

“…yes…” Her hot breath tickled his ear.

“You have to look good for me. You have to look better and be more attractive than Mom.”

“…yes…”

“Could you live with her receiving all the attention you aren’t, Luna?”

“…no…” she pleaded. Or perhaps begged.

“You have to please me to get my attention, isn’t that right?”

She’d clearly never thought about it that way before. They both knew he wasn’t wrong. “…yes…”

His rubs got faster. He smiled. “Then you know what you have to do to get closer than her.”

Disbelief appeared to pass over his sister’s sleepy face after he told her that. Surely he couldn’t be suggesting that. He held firm, though, teasing near her clit to coax it out of her.

“What can you do, Luna? What would please me?”

Shivers ran down her arms. “…I could…” She was running out of options. “…I could…”

“Yes?” Being this close to her earlobes revealed to him just how kissable they were.

Soon enough, his work paid off and she was sufficiently coerced. “…I could…take my bra off…” Her face went crimson red as she mumbled the final words to him.

Wonderful. He smiled. “You’d let your brother see your bare chest.”

“…yes…I would…” She seemed stunned by the words leaving her mouth.

“Good girl,” he continued to whisper. “Demonstrate for me.”

His demands were as curt as they should be.

Luna’s movements were stark and deliberate even in trance. He leaned over her shoulder to get a closer look, revealing the flush which spread down to her décolletage. As her smooth, tanned shoulders came into view after she slipped down the straps of her dress, it was clear she couldn’t believe that she was about to show her brother her breasts either. Her hands continued their trek undeterred, unclasping her simple bra before long. She let it rest on top of her for a moment, perhaps as some kind of protective gesture.

That wasn’t what he wanted, though. That wasn’t what would please him. And that was what really mattered. He didn’t have to remind her of such, she knew. With a final sigh she let it slip down her arms and onto the floor, revealing her breasts.

This being the first pair Grant had seen in real life since he was sucking on his mother’s, he didn’t have a real point of comparison, but that didn’t stop him from gawking anyway. His sister shivered in place while he soaked up every detail, from her taut, perky nipples to her smooth, dark areolae. To him, they were perfect. Even if their mother probably had a cup size on her.

Of course, he wouldn’t be content with merely looking.

He slowly reached his hand up, letting her see it before it began its approach.

A tiny murmur of discontent accompanied a shiver of equal parts disapproval and arousal.

“I can touch you everywhere,” he reminded her. That had been their agreement.

She could only nod, lips hanging open while her brother laid his hand down on her naked body one finger at a time.

It should surprise no one to hear that she was soft. Soft and warm, with her erect nipples serving as a reminder of how horny he made her.

“This feels good, doesn’t it?” He began fondling her proper, squeezing and moving her around.

All that was leaving her mouth was deep, shaky breaths. She couldn’t get the words out.

His eyes lidded. “Doesn’t it, Luna.” A tight squeeze was what it took to force her response.

“Yesss…” she sighed. With those words now hanging in the air, a line had been inseparably crossed. She enjoyed him touching her naked flesh.

“You want me to touch you like this,” he asked only after giving her some more time to appreciate it.

She sank back against him. “…yes…” Any tough or unapproachable veneer she may have ever tried to put on melted like a popsicle in the sun.

Now it was time to feel her other breast. Mostly similar but double the fun for both of them. He whispered “You want me to see your naked body,” in her ear.

Only a minor extension, but a significant one nonetheless. She visibly wrestled with the thought before whispering back “…I want you to see my naked body…”

“My eyes on your naked body gives you pleasure.”

She mulled it over once again, but her nipples were giving the game away (as if her hot breaths and back rubbing up against his chest needed any help). “…your eyes on my naked body gives me pleasure…” She didn’t appear to understand the full breadth of such a statement.

“Good girl, Luna.”

She moaned. He’d trained her so well that even hearing her name in his mouth was a slice of bliss for her. She had all his attention, after all.

And he was content to let her have that.

For a moment.

He had work to do, though. “So if you want me to see your naked body, you should take your panties off too, right?”

Predictably, she squirmed a little bit, but even with her diminished mental faculties she must have known that there wasn’t any way out of this. He had already specified numerous times that he could see her naked body. Not just her breasts.

After a bit more squeezing to coax it out of her, his hot sister murmured “…yes…” as quietly as she could get away with.

He wouldn’t let her get away with that. “Hm, Luna?”

“…yes…” She sighed. “…I sh-should…take my panties off…”

“Well then.” He pulled his hands back from her breasts to let her do just that.

Her arms began the journey down her sides, first slipping down the fancy eveningwear she’d worn in. Her heart was beating nice and clearly against him before she hooked her fingers into the corners of her plain, no-frills panties. Thank God she was getting something better for him later. As much as it was useful for her training, Grant didn’t want her to fall too far behind. For her own sake if nothing else.

He found himself enjoying her glacial pace with slipping said boring panties down. He could hear how every additional inch of exposure made her breath that much quicker and see how it spread her blush even further.

She couldn’t stall forever, though. Her panties slipped down to her feet and met his bedroom floor. Perhaps he’d keep them there as a trophy.

One small problem, though.

“Can you turn around on my lap, sis?”

He couldn’t do much observing from over her shoulder, after all.

And she could hardly refuse. Facing him on her lap wasn’t really any more or less inappropriate. Okay, maybe it was a smidge more intimate – as she shifted, it looked less like a normal lap-sit and more like reverse cowgirl, plus she could see just how hard he was for her – but that wouldn’t be an issue.

It wasn’t an issue. Being able to see her entire body in stark detail was incredible, and her rough breaths proved the same was true for her.

“You like that I can look at you directly, don’t you?”

“…yes…” The words slithered out from her tongue.

He rested his arms on her shoulders before long, only now taking the same to gaze down at the spoils he’d fought for.

Her bush was relatively unkempt. No surprise there, she hadn’t dated anyone in more than a year, but it had Grant at an impasse. He couldn’t see her clit in exact detail…but he could certainly see something throbbing under there and see something that was making her quite wet indeed. He grinned. It was probably within his power to have her go bare for him, but maybe this was for the better. Made things more involved.

More half-embarrassed half-clearly-and-obviously-turned-on noises left his submissive sister while he stared.

“My eyes on your naked body gives you pleasure,” he reminded her.

There was no need to. She squeaked with knowledge.

“You like that I’m giving you so much attention.”

“…I like that you’re giving me so much attention…” Of course she did. She’d do anything for that much attention.

That was right where he wanted her. “I’m giving you more attention because you’re showing me your naked body.”

She just nodded, shivering on his lap.

“If you want more of my attention, you can show me your naked body.”

“…if…if I want more attention…”

“More of my attention.” Important distinction.

“…if I want more of your attention…I can show you my naked body…”

“You can show me your breasts.”

“…I can show you my breasts…”

“You can take off your panties for me.”

“…I can take off my panties for me…”

A wicked grin spread across his features. “You’ll flash me your tits.”

“…I’ll…flash you…”

“You’ll show me your pussy.”

“…I’ll show you…”

His dick throbbed in his pants. He growled “Your pussy’s mine.”

“…what?” Her eyes opened wide.

Shit. Too far. “Shh, never mind that. You don’t need to remember that.” He leaned in closer to her ear. “Good girl. You’re being such a good girl for me, sis.” He was too worked up to be reasonable about this.

With a sigh, her eyes lidded once more. She probably wasn’t ever in danger of waking up, but it was still a sign that he was getting too greedy. He had to lean into things like that more gradually. Besides, they’d been going for a while, and there was another form of conditioning he wanted to try with her.

“What do you normally dream about?”

Luna still felt a little bit loopy from that weird thing Grant said earlier. What did he mean by…? Whatever, it hadn’t stuck with her. She didn’t feel the need to remember it for some reason.

“What are your dreams like, sis?” He started fondling her again.

God, that felt amazing. Weirdly enough, the all-encompassing pleasure actually made it easier to get her train of thought back. “…Regular stuff…school…my friends…art…” She knew that nobody finds other people’s dreams interesting, so she didn’t put much effort into remembering her own.

He merely nodded at that, seeming to mull something over for a moment. She could bask in relaxation all the while, so she wasn’t complaining. “Do you ever dream about boys?”

What, the concept? “…yeah…” A lot of her friends were boys, so some naturally came up.

“What do you do with them, in your dreams?”

She really didn’t understand what he was getting at. “…talk…watch TV…one time I was next to a boy in a police lineup…” That was a strange one.

Her brother shook his head. “I mean, have you ever done something…” He paused for a second before continuing. “…’intimate’, with a boy, in your dreams?”

Oh. That was what he was getting at. Despite the fact she was naked and sitting on his lap, such a topic still seemed a little taboo for her to broach.

Sensing her hesitancy, he squeezed her breasts tight. Embarrassing noises scattered from her lips and deepened the blush on her since-faded cheeks.

“…sometimes…”

“How often?”

“…not very often…” She took care of those desires herself for the most part. God, she liked having her own room.

He smiled. “How does it feel in those dreams?”

“…” Something about divulging her fantasies like this didn’t sit right with her.

“It’s relaxing to tell the truth, Luna. It’s relaxing to be in a trance.”

“…relaxing…” She sighed.

“So, how does it feel?”

After a bit of consideration, she summarized all of her feelings. “…good…”

“Mhm?” Of course, that wouldn’t be enough for him. As well it shouldn’t be, chimed in the other part of her.

“…it feels good…it feels…warm…”

“It feels relaxing. It soothes all your worries, doesn’t it?”

She wouldn’t put it that way, but he wasn’t wrong. “…yes…”

“Do you like feeling that way?”

“…yes…” Feeling good felt good, obviously.

“Would you like to feel that way more often?” He rubbed her skin in a circle.

“…I guess…” She’d never really thought about it, but she wouldn’t turn down such an opportunity.

His hands kept moving, lingering by her tits but clearly wanting to get as much of her as he could. She was happy that he was still enthralled by her body. This would be sure to give her a leg up over the competition.

“You know that in this state of hypnosis, I can communicate directly with your subconscious, yes?”

Woah. The exact mechanics of this relaxation technique had never occurred to her. She nodded.

“And you know that while dreaming, you’re in a subconscious state too.”

“…mhm…” She’d made some art from her dreams. Busted out the watercolors and everything.

“Of course you knew that. You’re a very smart girl, Luna.”

What obvious flattery. It got her worked up nonetheless, squeaking in response to a particularly sensuous grope of her ass.

“Because of that connection, it’s quite common for dreams to be influenced by hypnosis. Many subjects have dreams about the experience or about those bringing them into trance.” His tight hold was a sharp contrast to such academic language. “I learned about this at school.”

That made sense. She trusted him. She didn’t want him to stop talking or stop putting his hands all over her.

“You’ll have dreams about being hypnotized, sis. I know it.”

“…I’ll have dreams…” She sighed. “…about being hypnotized…” How exactly he could know such a thing didn’t seem to matter in the moment.

“You’ll have dreams about me.”

“…dream about you…”

“You’ll have dreams about,” he squeezed her tight, moving his other hand around to her pussy, “what I’m doing right now.”

“…wh-what…what you’re doing right nowww…” She felt even more sensitive somehow.

His grin set her alight. “But when you’re having intimate dreams about boys, they’re not just doing this, are they?”

Part of her wanted to oppose his touch, but that obviously wouldn’t fly. He could touch her everywhere. Another part of her didn’t feel terribly comfortable divulging all the details of such ‘intimate’ experiences. Why did her brother want or need to know about what she got up to in her wet dreams? And a final part of her was simply unsure about all of this.

None of those parts got a say.

“…no…they’re not…”

“What are they doing, sis?” Before she even expressed any hesitation, he reassured her “It’s okay to talk about stuff like this with me. It’ll…fuck,” he began to finger her properly, “It’ll bring us closer together.”

“…yes…closer…”

“You want to be closer with me, don’t you?”

“…I do…I want to be close with youuu…”

“Being close with me means I’ll give you all my attention.”

That wasn’t even her main priority anymore. But yes, “…being close with youuu…attention…”

“Being close with me,” he bared his teeth, his whisper transforming into a growl, “pleases me.”

“…mmm…” He didn’t have to elaborate on that.

“So tell me. What are the boys doing in your sex dreams?”

A moan was her first response, probably telling him all he needed to know. It was her duty to properly respond, though. “…they’re…kissing me…kissing my breasts…e-eating me out…”

“Mhm?” His thumb was over her clit, just waiting for the right time.

“…sometimes they…they put their penis inside me…and we have sex…”

“Good girl.”

She groaned. But she hadn’t earned all of his touch yet.

“In what positions?”

“…what?”

“What positions do you have sex in in your dreams?” He didn’t stutter.

“…” Somehow that still seemed like a bridge too far. But she was getting so close. She wanted to feel just a little bit more before this had to end.

Maybe one couldn’t hurt.

“…doggy…”

“That’s a good girl.” He barely grazed her clit with his index finger.

While Luna was familiar with muscle anatomy in her craft, she wasn’t too well-versed on nerves. She didn’t have to be to feel all of them pulse with unbelievable pleasure at the mere hint of his touch. She collapsed against him, leaning over his shoulder with her breasts against his chest.

“You’re such a good girl.”

They were both reluctant in pulling away from each other, but it was about time to get going.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she could go without getting herself off.

Grant sighed while he withdrew his hands from his sister’s pussy. Oh, how he delighted in such a phrase existing outside of his imagination. But they were coming up on an hour.

“Go ahead and get off my lap, sis.”

She began to do just that.

Wait a minute. “Or, actually…”

She paused.

“How would you feel if you were sitting on my lap like this when you woke up?”

After mulling it over, she droned “…I’d be…uncomfortable…with my clothes off…”

Interesting. He arched his brow. “Would you be uncomfortable if you were sitting on my lap with your clothes on?”

“…no…”

That was a fair compromise for him. “Go ahead and get dressed again, Luna.”

She did just that, sluggishly standing up and bending over (which he greatly appreciated) to pick her underwear up off the floor. If she had any problem with him ogling her all the while she didn’t mention it.

Next came her fancy dress. He could only recall her having worn it once, and that was only because her prom attire – with the bobby pins in her hair and her face all made up – was a recurring feature in his imagination. He appreciated her doing herself up for him. Made him feel important.

Once she was in a relatively presentable state again, he cleared his throat. “Sit down on my lap again.”

She didn’t fight or argue. Smooth compliance was all she had to give as she straddled him once more, their faces right against each other. He was beginning to regret not making her alright with his kisses. There was always next time.

“On the count of three, sis, you’ll wake up, feeling more rejuvenated and relaxed than ever. You don’t need to remember any of the specifics we went over, but since I spoke them to your subconscious, there they will remain.”

A tiny nod signaled her understanding.

“One…you need my attention…two…you’ll let me touch you anywhere…and three.” He snapped his fingers.

The light immediately jumped back to her eyes, smiling before she was even aware of where she was. “Wow, Grant…I…” She chuckled before rubbing the back of her neck. “That feels really great. Sorry to make you do it quite so much.”

She seemed embarrassed. What exactly about wasn’t clear, but he tried to play it cool. “Really, I don’t mind at all, sis. Glad to help you relax.”

“Well you’re doing a good job at that.” She reached for her phone to check the time. “I should probably head out…y’know, school stuff before I head to the store, but, uh…do you need help with anything?”

Her eagerness was endlessly gratifying. “I’m fine. I should deal with school stuff too.” There was no way she couldn’t feel how hard he was on his lap. Hence his surprise at her being okay with it.

“Right. Clearly you’ve learned well.”

They both had a laugh before parting their separate ways. It couldn’t have been five seconds after she closed the door that his pants were off and he was stroking himself as fast as he could, thinking of one thing all the while.

Luna had moaned. It wasn’t a squeak, or a whimper, or a hum, or a groan. She moaned when he touched her clit.

His sister had gotten off to him. There wasn’t a hotter thought in the world, and soon he had to hide his own moans by gritting his teeth while he came. He sighed, lying his spent body across the sheets. With the help of post-orgasm clarity, Grant could think about some things.

As hot and as gratifying as it was to be hypnotizing his family so often, the process was gradual for a reason. The subconscious, for all he’d flustered during his sister’s session, is a fickle, stubborn thing, one not liable to change unless it’s given time to.

With work already started on both her and their mother’s dreams, maybe it was worth taking it slow for a little bit. He’d have to come up with some excuse as to why he couldn’t hypnotize them whenever they asked, but surely they trusted him enough by now not to get too worried about something like that.

They trusted him.

Now he had to trust them, too.