Mind-Control Panties

narration Eight : Hot & Naughty gripe

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

musical note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of computer memory it had never ventured into before. It was n't the kind of seat that young miss shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to find habiliment. It was a gaming store.

The stead tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, chance, and stakes. The possibility sent a rushing through its mineral vein. If it had n't found this new high of psyche ascendency, it would be tempted to see what sort of rascality it could get up to in here.

None of the client, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelves covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing secret plan books to miniature war game figures abounded. The shelves were stocked with all manner of dice and rulers and paints and card sleeve and a host of other point the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its Mary Jane, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the flesh 's handwriting was a peculiar couplet of panties. It was cut narrower than other 1 it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a trilateral plot of land of cloth at the spinal column with plenty room for two password to be written : Wild Bitch. Printed in orange red missive, the idiomatic expression contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blending.

With a moving-picture show, it tossed its initiation onto a box of war game miniatures, the mannikin on the top all brandishing futuristic weapons.

The panties were out of place. They should be noticed.

Only its destined proprietor would.

With a final moan, the figure slipped away with nondescript relaxation through the fanboys browsing the merchandise. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare card out of a booster amplifier pack or at finding the last box of a set of miniatures. As the figure of speech stepped out, a Brigham Young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on flavor on his vernal brass. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a contrabandist build. He looked gymnastic and more put together look than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a stringent cooler top made of some futurist framework that hugged his torso and a duet of running shortstop. He had sunglasses perched on his header. He was on his college 's raceway and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible card games.

There was a new set out for his pet one.

He had a sendup look because of who trailed after him. His little sister, Jane.

She had long, brown hair's-breadth, I lighter hue than her blood brother 's short whorl. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy t-shirt and unaffixed jeans, a baseball game cap perched on her head. Her blue eyes, the Sami wraith as her sure-enough brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful survey. A grinning bedspread on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

"What 's that ?"she asked, pointing.

"donjon & flying dragon,"Eric said."RPG game."

"Ooh, ooh, what 's that !"she gasped, pointing at something to the right.

He rolled his eyes. His baby did n't seem to notice that he grit his teeth. He shook his fountainhead, hating that his parents forced him to watch out her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster packs, eager to force out a few of them and open them. There was a mythological rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would make out his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of step-in. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some form of figures. She drifted to the pair and snagged them up. She shuddered as the tingle rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her oculus falling on the pin down slip that widened into a triangle.

"Wild kick,"she whispered, this naughty thrill shooting through her.

Without mentation, she shoved the panties into her jean. She whirled around and saw her chum on the early side of meat of the store. She darted past a display, eagre to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older brother.

If she could, she would abide by him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the morning when I was finally ready to get up. It was a Sat, so I was taking it easy. The weather was groovy, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the game shop. I had another twenty I could pass on booster packs. Maybe this sentence I get the wit. I could n't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the lower-ranking market. It would fill in my deck. I wanted to be fix for next Fri night.

Deciding on heading to the game store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a distich of dungaree shorts. I snagged a compressed t-shirt, pulling it over my fit course. I stood up, stretching. My tum rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched spread the doorway and came face-to-face with my little sister.

"Jane ?"I started to groan until I noticed how cute she looked. She had makeup on, giving her a more feminine flavor. And there was this ellipses wild flavor in her blue eyes. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a mean yoke of dungaree that hugged her flesh. The blue jean clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't bear often hips, she had some womanly curve to her eighteen-year-old consistence. Even stranger, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pinko running down beneath the fabric cupping her small titty. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of purple material wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this strange tingling running through me. It rippled across my hide and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the stack of my niggling sister ?

"Hey,"she said, this big grin on her case. It really set off the lentigo on her cheek."You going somewhere ?"

"Yeah, to the secret plan computer storage,"I said.

Her eyes lit up, that wildfire still burning in their depths."Can I come ?"

Normally, I would say no, but all the blood was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was flat and toned, her white meat, while small, had a gracious SHAPE to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.

"Sure."

Joy volley to life-time in her eyes. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my cheek. I could 've sworn I felt her tongue for a indorse like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this spirit of abject joy, this barbarian delight.

I could n't help but notice the light-blue edge of her scanty peeking out of the low-riding denim she wore.

When did my little sis get hot ? Damn.

"You think you 're going to get the circuit board this time ?"she asked as we headed down the hallway.

"Only one way to receive out,"I said, my gumshoe at a full-of-the-moon erection. I wanted to conform myself, but I could n't in front of my little sister. Damn, she smelled just, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. scent ? Jane was wearing perfume and composition ?

What was going on ?

I felt that tingle racing through me the entire way down the stair. I could n't help but detect her firm, little titties jiggling in her soaked top. They were blossoming into a delectable pair of breasts. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head back to my sleeping accommodation and stroke my cock while thinking about my footling sister. This was insane. She felt so nice against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder joint, giggling in delight.

"We 're going to the store, Mom,"I called.

Our mother peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cunning together. I 'm glad you 're spending some prison term with your piddling sister. I know how a good deal she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my sis 's budding boob in nominal head of my female parent."She 's really ... uh ... growing on me."

Jane giggled in delight.

"That 's wonderful,"Mom said."Have fun !"

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the rider arse of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a X old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her seat, her light-brown hair swaying about her face. Her zygomatic were touchy, her mouth ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the trench wild blue yonder of her middle. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed diaphragm and enticing cleavage. Even her articulatio humeri were cute.

Damn. I could get used to having a pestering sister who looked like this.

We reached the secret plan shop after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my incline before I could climb out. She took my arm the moment I got out, rubbing her cheek against my arm. I kinda liked it. There was something ... affectionate about it. The motion reminded me of something, but I could n't quite put my finger on it. It was in the backrest of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the toll tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the shoes was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the back, a crowd of players huddled around folding tabular array. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the gum anime ones with the cute fille. I was n't quite into that. firedrake Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted left-hand and right as we headed towards the booster face pack. She chatted, her vocalization making this soothing backdrop noise. I paid only half attending of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her straits darted around, her eyes wide. I swear her hips were wiggling.

I grabbed a yoke of protagonist packs off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a trivial rack of cosplay items. staple stuff and nonsense. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a brace of dog ears on a headband. The present moment I saw them, the quiver raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the cost, and placed them on my Sister 's straits. The floppy pinna dangled down the side of her head word, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her mind, petting her.

"Eric,"she said."Are you buying this for me ?"

"Yeah,"I said, loving the joy in her eyes."They look cute on you."

She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She pressed that lithe dead body against me, my cock pounding as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This meter, I was sure I felt her knife licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog pinna swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her soundbox brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the return, she darted to stand mighty beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the hard currency registry set on and said,"Look what my blood brother 's purchasing me. Are n't they cute ?"

"Yeah, they are,"the fat, middle-aged guy working the cash register said. He had a scraggly shadower of a whiskers that ran down his jowl."They really fit you."

"Do n't they,"I said, giving the top of Jane 's head another scratch.

She let out this bit was practically orgasmic. It made my putz pulse hard.

I tossed the booster rocket product on the counter before us."And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My sister squirmed against me the entire time as I paid. I had just sufficiency money. I got a couple of cents back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her head shaking, her floppy ear bouncing. Her little olfactory organ twitched.

I clutched the booster dose battalion in my hired hand, feeling the add-in inside. The foil they were wrapped in scrunch. We stepped outside into the sun, the daybreak warm. She broke away from me and darted to her English of my car. I slipped into the driver seat as she climbed in the other side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the first booster amplifier multitude. I glanced at her."spring me a kiss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her head towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my nerve like I expected, she brushed my backtalk. Her tongue swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my nose.

She smiled at me, squirming."I just know you 're going to get it."

"Yeah,"I undercoat, all the blood swelling my stopcock. I do n't recall ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped afford the first large number, ignoring all the green and uncommons. I went straight for the live on card where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.

I sighed. A bust. A dud of a rarified that I would n't even get a vaulting horse for.

I opened the second pack, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knees now trembling as she watched. She had this looking at of Leslie Townes Hope in her eyes, her hand clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little nose twitching.

"darn,"I moaned, getting a dual state in the second ring. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the coloring material I was playing.

"Last one,"she said, her vocalisation strained."I just know it. This is the one, Eric."

The tingles raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the rear of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the cards out of my hand, fanning through the trash common, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This card sold for lxxxvii dollars endure time I looked online. My nerve exalted.

"That 's it, is n't it ?"Jane gasped, staring at me with wide eyes.

I gave a slow nod. With upkeep, I set the visiting card on my splashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my sister squealed and threw her arms around my neck. Then her sass were kissing me everywhere. Her spit was flicking out, licking across my face. Her knife darted around my impertinence. My Chin. She lapped at my forehead.

Her clapper felt amazing. Wet and hot, bathing me in her saliva.

And then she found my lips. I groaned as her tongue knife thrust into my mouth. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that Sami caress. I shuddered, my hand shooting down to the fly of my boxers. I popped the fixing. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my cock as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

I needed her to have it off me. I needed her to figure out my cock. If she did, she would be such a good, little sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her buttock flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the sight of my dick. My minuscule sister shuddered, her small tit jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a mystifying breath and said,"Do you necessitate me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a big, little baby if you did."

"Of course !"she gasped."I 'm your piffling sister."

I groaned at the incestuous link of her hired hand grabbing my toilsome dick. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that multitude were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my niggling Sister leaned down. She was just doing what a good, slight baby should.

There was nil wrong with that. goose egg I should be ashamed of.

"Yes,"I groaned as her tongue swiped over the squashy tip of my crown. She gathered up the chunk of precum.

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her head between her auricle. She shuddered and darted her head down again. She licked all the way across my turncock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my Ball tensing at the delight. Such a good, fiddling sister.

I kept scratching the top of her capitulum, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the jacket crown of my prick. It was incredible. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her hired hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous upsurge shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her rump clad in those mingy jeans, the denim modeling to her cute butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My heart pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her natural language across my shaft. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my pecker 's tip in her hot saliva. My orchis tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her heading. I shifted in my keister. She was such a good, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a good, petty sister.

"That 's it,"I groaned."You 're such a good ... sister."

Was"sister"the right word for her ? Something felt missing.

I closed my eyes, just letting myself enjoy it. Her tongue was so hot it swept around the end of my cock. Then she did something wonderful. With a cute, growling purr, she darted her lips down and nuzzled into my balls. Her tongue flicked out, caressing them as her hand pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

"Goddamn, that 's good,"I groaned. I opened my middle."Fuck, Jane, you 're such a estimable little ... bitch."

Yeah, she was a beneficial, lilliputian bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her back talk nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a moment, her spit playing with it. pleasure shot up to the tip of my putz, my shaft twitching in her grip. Her hand pumped up and down my barb. Her clench sent pleasure flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my shaft. She dragged her clapper the entire way up. I felt her diskette ear brushing my abdomen. Her back talk reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her glossa licked and lapped at the cunt, gathering up my precum.

"Jane !"I groaned as my sexy sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my cock. She sucked on it, her tongue dancing around the crownwork. My tool throbbed in her sassing."That 's it, that 's how you delight me. nookie, you 're such a ripe sister-bitch."

Her articulatio coxae wagged back and forth, her voice moaning around my cock.

I stared down at her she sucked on my cock, her lips sealed around it. Her floppy pinna swayed around her face as she bobbed her head. Her clapper never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous joy surged through me as the pressure built and built at the tip of my hammer. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"nooky, yes, Jane !"I groaned."Keep sucking. name certainly you swallow all. Good, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their crony 's cream."

She moaned, a puppy-dog whine. She sucked with such aggression. My dick twitched and throbbed, loving the feel of her pleasing my cock.

I could n't take much more of this. My hand tightened on her head, gripping her tomentum. She had such a silky coat. I held mean, making sure she kept sucking. The insistence rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her glossa around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my minuscule sister-bitch 's mouth. Blast after bang of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in joy. Her hip joint wagged back and Forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the fanny. My foot jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her oral fissure. Each bam sent pleasure slamming through my head. It was vivid. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every one bam. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

"Jane !"I groaned."Oh, fuck, Jane, you 're just the best sister-bitch there is."

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my dick and sat up. She licked her lips, cleaning up a trivial bit of my spunk that had escaped her back talk. Her blue eyes met mine, brimming with pleasure. I scratched between her spike. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

"You 're the better sister-bitch in the populace,"I panted.

She squealed in pleasure and hugged me again. Her spit licked up my cheek over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in pleasure. She was amazing. I would let her keep licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy things for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to take fear of her.

"We need to go to the pet computer storage,"I panted."There 's so practically I need to get you."

She nodded her principal, her heart glossy with turmoil."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her knees in the tail, whining. Her agitation was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her cheek pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her head out. Her floppy disk dog ear flapped in the walkover. She looked like she was having so often fun. My dick throbbed, so glad I had my little sister-bitch to take care of.

I would be the expert brother-owner in the world.

When I could, I petted my paw down her rachis, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her lowly backrest. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the sash of her blue jean. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

She bounced with excitement as I pulled off the road into the large pet store 's parking lot. She thrust her caput back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown tomentum was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her hair colouring, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"Going to get you everything you need,"I told her."You excited ?"

"Yes !"she barked."So excited."

I parked, and she bounded out of the car before I could even ill-treat out. I shook my head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my face. Some sister-bitches you 'd have to chase all over. She was such a good pup. I scratched her head, and she smiled in pleasure. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so excited to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding looking glass door whisked open on our approach. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with opening. So many of them. Jane 's head whipped around, her mane of long, embrown hair sweeping about her shoulders. Her petty breasts jiggled in her tight boob tube. Should a sister-bitch wear clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this chill racing through my torso. Well, of course, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the tingle seemed to whisper.

"Ooh, looking at at that,"Jane said, tugging on my arm."Ooh, ooh, it 's so shiny. Can I have that ?"

"You do n't need a glossy dog bowl,"I said, tugging her away."cum on, I know exactly what you need."

"You 're such a wonderful brother,"she said."I love you so much."Her oral sex darted up so her tongue could lick my cheek.

I shuddered at it. So hot, a warm tongue.

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed wad toy, pet food, accessories for birds, fish armoured combat vehicle, and then we got to the collars. I passed the single for cats', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my regard flicking properly and left. There were some that were made of harsh, canvas-like material while others were made of suave leather. A sturdy fabric. retentive lasting. Some were thick-skulled, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a diminutive thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid oculus on the specify black collar studded with shiny rivets, I knew it was pure for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The shiny metal glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather striation, smiling.

"Oh, Eric, it 's perfect,"Jane said."Can I have on it ?"

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to have your gens on it so people will jazz who you are."

She beamed at me. I could n't help but pet her head.

Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to go on her close but had enough length to let her play. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those leashes that you could retract or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her arrest. There was a Negro, leather ternary. It was the same saturnine stopping point. It was pricey, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would give up no disbursal for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in commendation. She darted ahead of me, her cute rump wiggling in those tight jeans. I had to recover that accessory. It was the following matter I needed. I headed down the gangway, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisle over, I found the animal dress suit. They had bushy fox tails, sleek cattails, crooked rapscallion tails, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the rachis of the pants or were held on by some sort of adhesive. They did n't look sturdy. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that cone at the end. That plug that would contain it in lieu.

Why did n't they sell anything like that here ?

I spotted a store proletarian and motioned her over. She marched up and smiled at us."Why, hello ! Mmm, look at the two of you. You look so cute with your dog ears."

"I 'm Eric 's sister-bitch,"Jane said with such delight."He 's buying me a leash and my shoe collar and everything !"

I felt that thrill rippling over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her head, her dark tomentum swaying about the blue sky polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a moment."Oh, that 's wonderful. And you need to get a tail for her, right ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't hold the right-hand ones,"I said."Where are the I with the plug ? You know, that I can insert. I want something physical so it will persist on her. None of these will work."

"Oh, I know what you 're talking about,"she said."We do n't trade those right field here. You gon na ask to go to a more adult store."

My cheeks burned a bit."Oh,"I said."Like the ... property just up the street ..."

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

"Yep,"the salesclerk said."I 'm surely you 'll incur what you need there. Is there anything else you need for your sister-bitch ?"

"I want to get her name engraved on her tag,"I said, holding up the collar.

"Why, just head to the back of the depot and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a friendly smiling on her mouth. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

Jane giggled in joy then darted up and licked the saleswoman 's cheek.

The saleswoman laughed."My, she 's a friendly one."

"Yep,"I said, my hand sliding down to grab my sister-bitch 's ass through her denim."She 's such a delight. I 'm really enjoying having her around."

"I bet you are,"she said."You should charter her to the Mungo Park. She looks like she needs to run around. tan off some energy."

My dick throb."Oh, yes, she definitely needs to sting off some energy."

The saleslady smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my sister to the back of the stock. A middle-aged guy with thick glasses took the tag to cypher Jane on the front and in little letters beneath,"Owned by her crony Eric."It took about ten second, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

Jane gushed seeing her name written in the flowing longhand."Oh, it 's so pretty,"she moaned."Please, please, can I wear it ? I want to wear it right now !"

"Let 's go ring it up,"I told her."Then you can jade it. I 'll walk you out and everything."

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line. There was a number of customers before us, and only one cashier workings. The girl went as fast as she could, but it was still slow going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small breasts and severe teat rubbing into my side. She humped her cunt against my leg, her denim rasping against my skin. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the park and work off some energy.

I needed to knead off some energy, too. My gumshoe throbbed.

Finally, we reached the cashier. As she rang us up, a strange tingle rippled out of my baby. I blinked, shaking my head, then realized that the leash and dog collar were in a bag and that the cashier was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

I nodded, vaguely wondering how often it costs. I did n't have any money on me. How did I ... ?

The tingles soothed away any questions.

The import we were outside the store, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her hair's-breadth and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog ears swayed about her facial expression as I wrapped the collar about her neck. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her wan skin. Her tag dangled down to the holler of her throat, the metallic spunk glinting. Her public figure shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of joy, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the leash, opening its clasp. I snapped it around the ring of Jane 's catch. She trembled, her doggy ear swaying about her brass. She stared up at me with such joy in her eyes as I gripped the ternary. She could n't get far away from me now. She let out a bark of joy, her face bursting with pleasure.

"I love it, jazz it, I love it !"she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her weapon system around my neck and licked and lapped at my face. I groaned, letting her bathe me. Passing customers gave fond smiles.

"She 's such a unspoiled sister-bitch, is n't she ?"an old woman said, nodding in approval.

I grinned at her as Jane lapped up to my ear and then nibbled on it.

My tool was so hard.

"Come on,"I said, aching to drill her right here."We need one more than thing. Then we 're going to the green. You can have so practically fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her hired hand and knees like a beneficial sister-bitch.

I smiled as I held the leash and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her manpower and genu, her floppy spike swaying about her brass. She did n't try to bolt away from me but stayed right beside me like a good sister-bitch.

Damn, I was so gladiola I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed correctly up, sitting on her genu in the seat, her head darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her three and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her headway out. She had such joy in her flushed buttock, her blue center shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver hind end, and started the engine. She whooped in pleasure as I backed out of the outer space, her ass shoved right at me. Her denim clung to it. The denim was in the way, hiding the truly delicious parts about her.

I placed my hand on her rump as I drove through the parking lot. I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks flex through the jean as she wiggled. She would look so beautiful with her rear end. I could n't look to buy it for her.

I had driven by the grownup wendy house so many times. It had a seedy look about it, the XXX flash in red about the silhouette of a au naturel woman. All the Windows were blacked out. The shoes promised to sell adult novelties. It promised such puckish delectation inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's position. I opened her door and immediately snapped on the leash. She bounded out of the car and fell to her stifle beside me. She rubbed her brass into my calf.

I swallowed as I faced the store. Though I was XIX, I 'd never ben in this sort of place. I 'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the cobbler's last thing she needed was inside here. I led her to the door, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked white meat were everywhere. On DVD boxes. powder magazine covert. Sex toy box seat. groan echoed through the fund. Dirty television played on minor TVs in the corners. The gasp and groan rippled through the air. A bushy guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the powder store he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my impertinence burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"tinker's dam,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. Fake cock. Vibrators. Anal beadwork. There were some strangely shaped things.

And then I found it. They were redress next to the butt jade. I groaned at the plenty of the arse. There were a cat buns and a furry dog rear end matching the floppy ears my sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her face against my calfskin again, rubbing against my haired leg.

I tugged on the ternion to get her to maintain up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the threshold. This tingle raced up the trine. I had what I needed. I did n't demand anything else, though there were some interesting things ...

Maybe I would come in future weekend to buy her some toys to play with.

"Hey, wait !"the bushy guy grunted."You have to ..."His Christian Bible trailed off though. I glanced at him, his face going lacuna. Then he said,"Have a in force day."

"You too,"I said and thrust open up the door.

day flooded around us. It almost was a forcible presence. I groaned as I let my little sister out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the tierce pulled her up myopic. She turned around to wait at me, impatience painted across her brass. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

"I know, I know, eager to get to the park."

She nodded. I opened the car door, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her tierce, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her organic structure. She bared her small breasts, tossing the garment onto the car bottom. I smiled at the slope of her firm, fiddling boob. Her nipples were hard.

I pinched one.

She giggled and growled. She nipped my hand with a playful bite."I liked that, Eric."

I petted her hair through the open window."You 'll get to feel that a lot,"I told her."Now, are quick for the park ?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her puppy dog spike danced around her brass. God, she was cute.

I raced to the park. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should have taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a freeze in the parking space, breathing in the fresh air. I climbed out of the car, running around to free Jane. I clicked on her leash before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the undefendable grass. Her breasts quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those jeans off and then we 'll work,"I said."I do n't know why I 'm letting you wear clothes. You 're a sister-bitch, and it 's a beautiful day."

"right wing,"she barked.

She stood up to kick off her shoes. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. following were the dungaree. She unsnapped them, her coxa wiggling from side to side as she worked off the sozzled textile. She exposed a span of light blue panties. They were practically a flip-flop but widened into a triangle at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the textile vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrase on the back.

"Wild bitch."

Not any longer. I 'd tamed her. She was my good sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those scanty down. She bent over, a sluttish ingathering of chocolate-brown whisker adorning her virgin pussy. She stepped out of her pantie and tossed them into the car."I do n't ask those any longer."

"No, you do n't,"I said, rubbing her head.

She sank down to her script and knee on the green goddess, her rump arched up. She was ready for her buttocks. I knelt down beside her and brought the conic end of the butt-plug to her back talk. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her rima oris astray. I pressed it passed her mouth, letting her spittle soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her little tit quivered and jiggled.

"What a beautiful sister-bitch,"a woman complimented as she walked by, her dainty Pomeranian scampering ahead.

"Thanks,"I said."I finally decided to take her in hand. She 's been a brat, but no longer."

"That 's grand,"the woman said."You enjoy your day."

I nodded, pulling the conelike end of the butt-plug from my sister-bitch 's lips.

My dick throbbed as I brought the behind fire hydrant to my sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone between them, finding her anatomical sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hairsbreadth. I could smell the spicy fragrance of Jane 's twat. I breathed in the perfume as I pushed the tail 's chew against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her bunghole widened and widened, swallowing more and more of the spit-lubed cigarette jade. She gasped, her top dog tossing, floppy ears dancing. Her asshole adulterate wider. My dick ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy tail draped over the wisecrack and dangled down between her second joint, hiding her pussy from horizon. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her empennage wagged back and forth, her pussy flashing.

"How do you feel ?"I asked, glancing at her.

"perfective tense !"she barked."Oh, Eric, thank you !"

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her clapper bathing me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's mouth. I gripped the threesome groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in want of her walk.

I broke the kiss and stood up, grinning at her."cum on,"I said."Let 's stroll around the park."

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new bottom swishing back and Forth River. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her supplement. Her apprehension jangled with her every step. I sauntered after her, adjusting my tool in my dungaree. I could n't aid but stare at that slopped ass, her doggy tail swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would peek out, that pink puss adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her silky string, showing her excitement.

She held her head high, grinning and smiling and barking at everyone we passed. Her nose twitched as she breathed. Her ass wiggled, butt-cheeks flexing. People smiled at us, nodding. I received such a marvellous compliment.

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a tingle racing down the leash for my baby."You 're a lucky Cy Young man."

"He is !"she growled."My brother-owner tamed me. I was such a wild bitch, always bugging him, but now ..."

"Now she 's such a adept girl,"I said, scratching between her ears.

"Yes !"she moaned, her hips wiggling.

"That 's wonderful,"the guy said."I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"It 's a dainty,"I said."seminal fluid on, Jane, let 's maintain going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, grass steel whisking against her helping hand and knees. Her question darted to and fro. As I walked her, guy and daughter would come up to pet her header. Sometimes, she would clobber their hands while former times she would fawn close to me, especially if they were tall guy rope. She 'd pressure against me and whimper. I scratched her head to reassure her. A minute later, she 'd forget her fear and scurry on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff fiddling flowers peeking through the grass of the field. Her principal would scoot to and fro as some new quite a little arrested her attention. Sometimes she would stimulate forward only to get caught up short by the leash. former times, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the scents, her small titties quivering. A bead of pussy juices ran down her right thigh.

Our way of life took us near a large true pine tree. She whimpered as she approached it, then she looked at me. I frowned at her, asking"Is something wrong ?"

"I have to pee,"she said."Is it all right to go here ?"

"Yes."I grinned at her."I mean, you are a sister-bitch."

Jane smiled. She reached the tree, turning around. She squatted down and groaned. I watched the yellow urine splashing against the automobile trunk. It spilled on the wood to the ground, soaking in it. My pecker grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine catamenia. She moaned and whimpered, this look of pleasure on her face.

"Ooh, Eric, I held it for so long,"she moaned."Thank you."

"Just looking out for my precious sister-bitch,"I said, scratching her head.

She nuzzled her face in my crotch. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so good. And your dick is so grueling. Do you need me to drub your hammer again ?"

"I need something a bit More than that,"I said."You 're going to be a honest, trivial sister-bitch, right ?"

She nodded her head, her floppy ears twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could fuck my pussy. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the only one who can fuck me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too horny to look to get nursing home. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had zip to be ashamed of."candid my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delectation. Her blue eyes shone up at me, the freckles on her typeface twitching. Her fingers fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the front of my boxers. My dick was so hard. She pulled those down next, my cock springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The naughty sister-bitch licked the tip and then giggled."Yum, I love your precum. And your jizz."

"I bet you do,"I said, moving around behind her. I nodded at a passing dyad. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."shucks, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the woman said."I bet she 'd solve my pussy so well. Better than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

Smiling, I fell to my knee joint behind my babe. I grabbed her tail and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussy. I could reek that spicy fragrance. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my cock and lined it up.

I groaned at the silky feel of her pubic whisker caressing my cock. I was going to eff my first girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush shot through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the virgin brim of her snatch. She growled in delight, her back arching as I rubbed my dick 's tip up and down her slit.

I found her hymen.

"Eric !"she said as I pressed against her virginity."Yes, yes, I 'm yours. Use me !"

I pressed against her virginal membrane. I felt it stretching and stretching before my dick. I groaned, my gist pumping fast. The virtuoso felt incredible. Her purulent lips just wrapped around the first half-inch of my gumshoe. The silk embraced me as her sparse tissue layer stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous snatch. She barked and growled and yelped in pleasure as I sank More and More of my dick into her cunt. I groaned as her sleek form engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one bridge player, tugging on it just enough to palpate the fundament plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

My Ball rested against her taint. She 'd taken every in of me.

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest flavour in the world to be indoors my sister-bitch 's pussycat. To feel her cunt wrapped around my pecker. I groaned, my hands gripping her pelvic girdle. Her seat rubbed against my go forth side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a deep breath, my t-shirt feeling so tight around my chest. Her cunt clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"Holy fucking horseshit,"I panted. This was improve than I could opine. Then I could dream about. It was heaven.

"Eric,"she moaned, her pelvic girdle wiggling, stirring that amazing zany around my dick."Yes, yes, Eric !"

"You like that, huh ?"I groaned, wanting to incite and yet enjoying the tactile property of her around me too a lot to do so. I was pinned between two unlike actions.

"I do !"she barked."Oh, Eric, you have to move. You feel so skilful to me, but it will feel better if you pump away. I just know it. Please pump away. Please work that cock in and out of me. Oh, Eric, I need it."

"She does sound like she needs it, son,"a well-disposed guy said, nodding at me. He walked his husky. The dog gave a 1 bark.

"Yeah, she does,"I groaned."roll in the hay !"

Drawing back my hips was unbelievable. Her flesh gripped my cock. The foreplay raced down to my nut. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My cock emerged, in after column inch soaked in her juices. Her spicy scent filled my nozzle. A heavenly scent.

She barked in pleasure as I rammed back into her puss. I smacked into her rump, her tail shifting. It was pinned between us, the sleek hair brushing my hammer as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the delight of her pussy wall. My hand stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my tool back into her.

My balls smacked into her clit. I groaned at the flavor of her bitch gripping me. My nuts ached, my cum swelling faster and faster. She was amazing.

"Jane !"I gasped."You 're such a good sister-bitch !"

"Yes !"she groaned."Yes, yes, I 'm so glad ! You feel so amazing inside me, Eric !"

She threw a look over her shoulder joint, her floppy spike swaying. Her blueness eyes met mine, slick magazine with her heat. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my prick in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous profoundness. Her pussy gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my putz. I wanted this to last forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my helping hand up her body, caressing up her smooth belly until I felt the edge of her ribs. A instant later, I found her pocket-size breasts. Those budding cumulus. I knew they would swell. Grow bigger and large. When she had her first child, they would fulfill with milk. They would become Nice and circle. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her kitty. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

"Eric !"she barked, her puss squeezing down on my dick."You 're amazing ! The advantageously brother-owner !"

I savored the taut clutch and increased the rubbing of her cunt. I plunged with personnel into her as I manipulated those unvoiced kernel. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingers. How very much fun it was to play with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her snatch while also giving my mind something else to pore on.

Something to hold on the eruption at bay for a footling bit longer.

I could n't imagine about my putz. Her pussy. Oh, God, she felt incredible about me.

I tugged hard on her mamilla, bringing a yipping bark from her. Her hair tossed, her ears flopping about her face. Her tooshie brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her cunt around my dick, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy cunt gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. The silky friction built in me. My testicle tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to last forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your turncock feels so amazing. Something 's happening to me. I can feel it. I think ... I think I 'm going to cum !"

"What a lucky sister-bitch,"a woman said. She smiled as she jogged by."Make her cum hard. She deserves it !"

"Yes !"I grunted, hammering my hawkshaw into my sister-bitch.

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her kitty-cat grew hotter and hotter around my tool. It felt incredible. I groaned as I slammed into her. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her little breasts jiggled in my massaging grip. Her hairsbreadth tossed.

Her pussy went wild about my cock.

"Eric !"she howled."Eric, Eric ! Yes !"

She was cumming. I could feel her passion spasming around my tool. This astound ripple. Her physique massaged me. I groaned, twisting her nipples as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't take much Sir Thomas More of this. Her cunt sucked at my dick.

"Jane !"I growled, driving to the hilt in her."Such a good sister-bitch !"

"Yes !"she gasped."Please, cum in me ! Say to yourself !"

I drew back, my orgasm soaring towards the moment of no return. I could feel it. My cum was about to erupt from my shaft. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depths. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

"nookie, yes !"I growled as my cum boiled out of me.

A powerful blast of jizz fired for my dick, basting my sister-bitch 's kitty-cat. Pleasure surged through me. This tingling rush of transport that slammed into my mind. Despite how shining it was, iniquity washed across the man. Stars danced, celebrating my pleasure.

Her snatch convulsed harder. She barked and howled louder. She milked me, drawing out squirt after spurt of my cum. I basted her zany. I flooded her. I groaned, dizzy from the X pummeling my mind.

"Yes, Jane, that 's amazing,"I groaned as her pussy wrung out the finish drops of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her head lowered. The spasming of her pussy died as my putz softened inside of her."Oh, that was wonderful. It was the best thing in the domain. Did you love it !"

"fuck yes,"I panted."Jane, it was amazing. You 're incredible."

She threw a look over her shoulder and beamed at me.

I groaned, my hammer slipping out of her puss. I sank down on the grass and stretched out. The Tree rustled over me, the blue sky peeking through gaps in the leave. I felt unbelievable. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her dog collar jangled as she nuzzled down my cock. Her tongue licked up my hawkshaw. She cleaned off her puss juices. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her natural language bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to grow hard. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a lazy grip.

"What a right, little sister-bitch you are."

"Thanks !"she yipped before licking up my cock again. She reached the tip and sucked it into her oral fissure, cleaning off all her pussy cream.

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her pussy juices off my dick, I thought about the future. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be happy that I was taking care of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in hand. She 'd be such a thoroughly sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the ft of my bed, rouse me up with blowjob, and just be a perpetual joy in my life story.

semen Monday, I 'd contain her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her mien relaxing me as I endured my example. She did n't need to go to her own year. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my dejeuner break, I would stuff myself in her pussy. I might even pull out her buns and enjoy her cocksucker. I bet she 'd eff that.

All my ally would be so jealous. They 'd all want their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so glad for today.

For a moment, I wondered how it happened. A minuscule quiver raced from my sister 's tongue and up through my cock. It did n't matter how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The chassis trembled. This pair of panty was so naughty. The soma loved it. The charge of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to pass out its adjacent span of panties. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a delicious brace of panty. They were snowy and adorned with dainty lace that ran in horizontal set down the battlefront and rump. In delicate stitching, the two words flowed in gold, royal longhand : Top Queen.

The design stroked the flick lace, loving it. This pair of panties would bring such delight to its new possessor. The figure had to shake off it off.

The image rose and stepped forward, the mist flowing from a crepuscule of water. It stepped into the vapor and was gone.

The fog would result to the perfect spot for the next daughter to find a pair of peculiar panties.

To be continued in the next tarradiddle of Mind-Controlling step-in ...