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Morgan dug through the cabinet and withdrew an extra placemat and napkin. The soft, floral fabric brushed her fingertips as she laid them out before Katherine. Her sister waited anxiously at the table.

“Are you really sure there’s nothing I can do?” Katherine squeaked in a small voice. Katherine had gotten used to doing all the housework, so being a guest like this was disorienting.

Morgan looked at her with brown eyes full of pity. “You don’t need to do anything, Kat. You’ve been through enough. Just let Ethan and I take care of you.”

Kat swallowed hard. “Thanks M. But you’re already doing so much, taking me in after everything that happened with Mike. The least I can do is set the table.”

Morgan put down a set of silverware and pulled Kat into a gentle hug. Then she pulled back enough for them to lock eyes. “Fuck Mike. He never deserved you, and what he did just proves that. Don’t waste another breath on that asshole.”

Kat held her breath to keep back the tears, but she managed to nod.

“You’re welcome to stay with us as long as you need until you figure something out.”

“I can’t thank you enough,”

“No thanks necessary,” Ethan’s baritone voice called as he strode confidently into the room. He wore a pair of bright blue oven mitts and an apron over his button up shirt. The mitts carried a steaming tray of baked ziti, which he set down delicately on trivets at the center of the table. “Careful, it’s hot.”

Kat stared down at the pasta, pangs of hunger rumbling in her stomach. “He even cooks. You really landed the perfect guy M.” Katherine couldn’t remember the last time Mike had cooked for her, provided frozen pizzas didn’t count.

Ethan chuckled as he removed his mitts and apron and sat down. “Oh, I’m far from perfect.” He exchanged a knowing look with Morgan, like they were laughing at some private joke.

“He’s just being modest. Ethan’s pretty great,” Morgan chimed in.

“I dunno. It looks pretty perfect to me.”

Morgan dimmed the lights in the dining room, reducing the harsh overhead glare down to a warm, amber glow. The three of them sat down to dinner. While Kat did her best to make conversation, her mind was elsewhere.

A steady hum of jealousy thrummed under the surface of her calm veneer. It all seemed so unfair to Kat. She had always been the popular one, while Morgan had been so awkward with boys growing up. How did Morgan land such an amazing guy, while Kat had married a cheating douche like Mike. She loved her sister and she was happy for her. Of course she was. But still that drumbeat of jealousy persisted. Why not her?

As the meal finished, Kat and Morgan both reached for the spent tray at once. “Let me get the dishes,” Kat offered.

“Really Kat, it’s no trouble. You just relax,” Morgan said gently.

But Kat refused to relinquish the pan. “No, please let me. I want to feel useful. It gives me purpose to do something.”

Morgan opened her mouth to object further, but Ethan interjected. “Let Kat take care of it. She just wants to help. Besides, you had such a long day at work. Surely you want to rest your head?”

Kat watched as the energy drained from her sister. One moment she had been full of life and the next she looked about ready to pass out. “Sheesh. You’re right babe. It all caught up to me at once. Thanks for pitching in, Kat. I think I’m gonna turn in early.” With that Morgan excused herself, long chestnut hair swaying over her shoulders as she walked away.

Ethan showed Kat to the kitchen. “Your room is upstairs. It should already be set up with sheets and towels and all the other modern luxuries.”

“Thanks, Ethan. Morgan showed me earlier.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Ethan paused for a moment. Kat could have sworn his eyes were lingering on her, sizing her up. Then he shook his head and turned to leave the kitchen. “Well, I suppose I should go join Morgan. Thanks again for doing the dishes. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call housekeeping.” He said, pointing to himself and laughing. After that, Ethan excused himself to the bedroom and closed the door.

Kat became suddenly aware of the heat flushing her cheeks. What was that look just now? Surely she must have imagined it. She slipped on a pair of latex gloves and tried to distract herself with the task before her.

Even through the gloves, the heat of the water caressed her skin. Kat retraced her memories, trying to find any sign that Ethan had an interest in her. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t really seen him that much, only at holidays and big family gatherings. Even those were larger affairs without a ton of time to talk one on one. The more she thought, the less she realized she knew about him.

The soap formed into a haze of suds and bubbles, covering everything in the sink in a reflective fog. It made some level of sense to Kat. After all, she and Morgan could almost pass for twins. If her sister was his type, it stood to reason she would be too. Kat realized with a start that she had been gripping a plate especially hard.

It all just felt wrong to her. She had always been the more popular one, confident, pretty, in-demand. At least until Mike. He took everything she did for granted. It had slowly eroded her self image. A tiny part of her wanted to seduce Ethan just to prove she could.

Kat washed the suds away under the stream of hot water. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog from it as well. She knew she shouldn’t even be wondering about things like this. She decided that it was just her recent divorce from Mike, leading her to crave validation. She must have imagined the look.

Finally all the dishes sat white and sparkling in the drying rack. When Kat turned off the water, a faint noise greeted her ears. It sounded vaguely like talking. She couldn’t make out the details. It was probably just Morgan and Ethan having a conversation. Kat dried her hands and tried to ignore the muffled voice. She turned to leave the kitchen, but found herself lingering.

The voice hadn’t stopped, hadn’t changed to another person, had barely paused. She was sure now that it belonged to Ethan. It was downright peculiar. Intrusive thoughts began to spiral in her mind. Was Ethan talking about her? Maybe he was complaining to Morgan about having to take in her sister. What else could it be? She had to know.

Slowly, delicately, she padded her way over to the master bedroom. With a ginger touch, she crouched down and pressed an ear against the door. The sound still came through muffled, but she could make out the words now.

“That’s it Morgan, you’re doing so well. Just relaxing and sinking down for me. The more you listen to my voice the easier it is to keep listening, to let your focus narrow to just my voice.”

Kat’s confusion only grew.

“All of your attention is completely focused on my voice now. The longer you listen, the quieter your own thoughts become. It’s so much work to think for yourself, so hard to form those ideas into words. It's so much easier to just let your mind relax and follow the soothing tones of my voice instead.”

Carefully, she leaned further against the door to hear Ethan better.

“Go ahead and let those heavy eyes close for me. You don’t need to see anything or look at anything. Closing your eyes just helps you focus on my voice all the more. And the more you focus on my voice, the more peaceful and relaxed you feel.”

Kat wasn’t sure why Morgan would need to close her eyes, but closing her own seemed like a good idea. It would help her focus on Ethan’s words and get to the bottom of this, whatever it was.

“Good girl, Morgan.”

That sent a shiver down Kat’s spine. She never knew her sister liked being talked to like that.

“Now that your eyes are closed, you can see my words in your mind’s eye, like they’re floating in the air in front of you. The more you imagine them the more real they feel and the more distant and dream-like everything else becomes.”

To Kat’s amazement she could see the words floating in the void of her mind. She imagined them as if they’d been inked by a quill pen. As Ethan spoke the letters scribed into existence with elegant strokes before gently fading back into a blank, white, nothingness.

“And every word you picture just drifts deeper and deeper into your mind until nothing else matters, nothing besides my words. Your mind is totally blank outside of my words, just waiting for my next instruction.”

Kat let out a relaxed sigh. She didn’t need to try and figure it out, she could just focus on the words. Then surely she’d understand eventually, or not. What did it matter?

“And all the focus builds around one very important word now. That word is sleep. It’s the only thought in your mind. Just let yourself sleep. Your only desire is sleep. All you can do is sleep.”

Kat slumped towards the door, pressing the whole side of her face against the smooth surface. She could still hear the voice filtering through to her ear.

“Now I want you to imagine the words flashing in your mind, with a brilliant light. Every pulse of light sends my instructions, my commands deeper inside of you. And the first word you see is ‘obey’. You see that word flashing in your mind, searing itself into your consciousness. You want to obey. You need to obey. You can only obey”

The word consumed her. “Obey,” became Kat’s only thought.

“Are you ready to obey for me, my good girl?”

The faintest murmur of a response escaped Kat’s parted lips. She couldn’t hear if Morgan answered or not.

“Then strip for me,” Ethan commanded in a firm tone.

Kat obeyed clumsily, but she knew she needed to obey. She lifted herself off the door and began pawing at her sweater. With some effort she was able to pull it over her head and toss it to the carpet. Her bra soon joined it, letting her ample breasts fall free. The pants proved problematic. Kat felt too sleepy to stand up. So instead she unclasped her jeans on the floor and wriggled her way free, kicking loose one leg and then the other. Her sleep addled brain still felt surprised at the small, damp patch she found on her panties as she slid them off. But that thought too disappeared into the waiting oblivion of obedience. Having completed her task, she melted back against the waiting panels of the door.

“That’s it, my good girl. You obeyed so well for me. Now kneel before me.” The voice boomed in Kat’s head now. Every pulse of obedience drove the compulsion further into herself. Groggily Kat rose to her feet. Her eyes drifted open but remained widely dilated and half-lidded. Without a thought her hand reached out and wrapped itself around the brass door knob. She turned the knob and opened the door.

Ethan turned with a start to see his wife’s naked sister stumbling into their bedroom. “Kat?” He asked, smooth confidence faltering. “What are you doing?”

“Kneeling,” she mumbled in a dull monotone. With no further deliberation, Kat lowered herself to her knees before Ethan. Scratchy carpet fibers chafed against her delicate skin. But that did little to distract her from the depth of her trance. As she reached the ground, Kat became dully aware of Morgan, kneeling opposite her.

Her sister’s posture looked more poised than her own. Her arms were locked behind her head. Morgan had her legs spread as far as they could go, exposing her already dripping pussy. For her part Morgan seemed to show no awareness that Kat had entered the room.

Everything went quiet as Ethan looked down at the two naked women. After a moment he broke the silence. “Kat, can you hear me?” He asked hesitantly.

“Yes,” she replied in a vacant drawl.

“Were you listening to us just now?” he said.

“Yes.”

He massaged his stubbled chin in thought. “I see. I see. Have you ever been hypnotized before Kat?”

“No.”

“So, you really had no idea what you were doing. And yet here you are.” Ethan turned to face her. He gently slid a hand under Kat’s chin and raised her gaze to meet his.

Kat didn’t respond, she just stared up blankly.

Ethan’s eyes poured over her naked form, drinking in every curve. His gaze lingered between her legs, noticing the slickness that had already built up there. “Kat are you turned on right now?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

Ethan bit the corner of his lip. “Oh Fuck me, Kat. I mean damn you’re gorgeous, but Fuck.”

Kat stumbled to her feet and moved to press herself against her sister’s husband. He tensed under her touch, but it did little to disguise the growing tightness in his pants. “Kat, Stop!” He managed to husk out. Kat froze in place, one arm wrapped around the back of Ethan’s neck.

“You were really gonna do it weren’t you?”

“Yes,” came the simple response.

Ethan pulled away from her and began nervously pacing the room. Morgan meanwhile remained motionless and kneeling. “Fuu . . .” Ethan caught himself narrowly before repeating his mistake. “Frick, Kat. You shouldn’t have eavesdropped. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

No response came.

“I love Morgan. Really I do. But you’re reminding me of the old days, before I committed to just hypnotizing one woman.” He furrowed his brow. “It would be so easy. So easy,” He muttered to himself. “I mean you basically did all the work for me.”

Kat continued to stare blankly, only the insistent thrumming of obedience in her mind.

He turned to face her once again. His hand hovered in the air above her ass. “But I can’t. I can’t. I’m not that person anymore. I’m . . .” His eyes met hers. Apprehension and longing filled his, while hers remained glossy and vacant. That did it. That look of complete submission. Ethan’s hand came down on Kat’s tight ass with a smack. The force of his grip pulled her into his arms. “Kiss me like you mean it,” he growled.

Raw instinct drove Kat forward. Her arms wrapped around Ethan, fingers running through his short hair. Her lips kissed with a surprising intensity for someone so blank. Her tongue pressed its way to meet his and the two of them danced together with ravenous hunger.

When Ethan finally pulled away, he turned to his wife. “Morgan, everything that’s happened and will happen tonight is just a dream. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Morgan answered flatly.

“Now Kat, I’m going to wake you up. When I do you’ll know you were hypnotized.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “And that fact will turn you on more than anything in the world. You love the feeling of my control. You love the feeling of pleasing me. You long for it. You need it. Understand?”

Kat just gave a soft moan. She could see his words writing themselves into her pliant mind. As soon as he spoke them, they were true. They were to be obeyed.

“Kat, wake up.” Ethan snapped his fingers by her ear. A small tremble ran through her body as she returned to the room.

“You hypnotized me. I didn’t think that was real. I’m naked! And oh, oh.” Her voice fell to a whisper as the memories came back to her. “What are we . . .”

Before she could finish the thought Ethan gripped a tuft of her hair and forced her into another passionate kiss. Neither one pulled away for a long time.

When Kat came up for air she stammered, “Ethan this is wrong. We need to stop.”

He stared into her eyes with a burning intensity. “Tell me honestly, do you really want to stop?”

Kat cast her eyes down, afraid to meet the hunger in that look. “I, I mean, no. No, I don’t.” As soon as the first no escaped her lips, Ethan’s fingers flew to her breast and began teasing her nipple. Kat answered with a meek whimper. “But Morgan,” she protested weakly.

“Morgan, everything you see in this dream turns you on more than you can imagine. Nothing that happens in the dream can disturb you. Now wake up,” Ethan commanded.

Morgan’s head shook. She took in the scene before her. “Wow. My imagination is more active than I thought,” she mumbled to herself.

Kat trembled at seeing the power Ethan had over her sister. “Am I going to end up like that?” She whispered.

“You already are,” Ethan shot back. “Now strip me out of my clothes, both of you.”

Morgan complied instantly. “Yes, Master.” She rose from her kneeling position quickly and inserted herself into their embrace. Kat stood stunned and still for a moment before joining her sister. Morgan was already working the buttons of his shirt, so Kat reached down to undo his belt. She crouched down to pull his pants free. Ethan stepped out of them. As he did, Kat realized her proximity to his dick. She could see it twitch beneath the tent of his boxers.

She tried to rise to her feet but Ethan placed a firm hand on her shoulder, holding her down. “No, you’re right where you belong,” he growled.” Morgan had finished with the shirt and busied herself planting a row of kisses down her husband's neck.

Kat looked between Ethan’s eyes and his member with a nervous energy. Ethan glanced towards his boxers with a deliberate and calm focus. Kat understood immediately, but she still hesitated before reaching up for the underwear. Somehow this felt like the point of no return.

But then she thought of her desire to please him, her desire to obey him. The thought of submitting to Ethan’s control lit a fire between her legs, and that fire burned away the last of her reservations. Her trembling fingers tucked into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.

The falling fabric revealed the beast that had hidden within. It stood straight in the air like it was reaching out for her. Kat felt its pull, drawing her towards it. Or maybe that was Ethan’s grip on her shoulder gently guiding her onwards. Kat gave one last look up towards her sister, but Morgan paid her no attention. Somehow that eased the guilt in the back of her mind. With that small reassurance, Kat surrendered to the pull and opened her mouth.

With a practiced ease she wrapped her lips around Ethan. Her tongue ran up and down his shaft, savoring the taste. His hands gripped her hair and he began setting her pace. Feeling his control in this moment elicited a muffled moan from Kat. Even in her service to him, he had control over her. What had Morgan called him, Master?” That word popped unbidden into Kat’s mind, not that she could say it at the moment.

Instead she opened her throat and pulled Ethan deeper inside her mouth. A trace of salty flavor tickled her tongue. She knew she was getting close. She stole a glance up at her new Master. His eyes had closed. His body tensed as Morgan was running her hands across his chest. Still Kat knew his reaction was for her and not Morgan. That knowledge gave her a smug satisfaction.

She quickened her pace. Ethan’s endurance gave out and jets of salty warmth filled Kat’s mouth. She swallowed with a voracious fervor, savoring the forbidden taste. Kat took her time, making sure to capture every ounce. Finally she looked up with a grin. A single pearly drop rolled down her cheek and onto the carpet.

Ethan reached down and gently cupped Kat’s cheek. She looked up at her master with gleeful satisfaction, her sister draped over his arm. He spoke in an even, commanding tone. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together. But first,” he paused, raising his fingers. “Sleep.”

To Be Continued

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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?