Mind-Control scanty

narrative Eight : Hot & Naughty gripe

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

banknote : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta reading this !

The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of stock it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of topographic point that young girls shopped at. Nor was it even a place that the great unwashed typically went to to find article of clothing. It was a gaming store.

The lieu tingled its gumption. The air hummed with probability, probability, and bet. The possibleness sent a rush through its veins. If it had n't found this new high of thinker ascendency, it would be tempted to see what variety of mischief it could get up to in here.

None of the customers, almost entirely manlike, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelf covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing plot ledger to miniature war game figures abounded. The shelves were stocked with all manner of dice and rulers and paints and card sleeve and a server of other items the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its sense, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the figure 's script was a particular twain of panties. It was cut narrow-minded than other ones it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular while of material at the backbone with enough room for two words to be written : Wild Bitch. Printed in orange red alphabetic character, the idiom contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton portmanteau word.

With a moving picture, it tossed its universe onto a box of war secret plan miniatures, the models on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.

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

Only its destined proprietor would.

With a final groan, the figure slipped away with nondescript rest through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by Guy excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rarefied lineup out of a booster pack or at finding the last box of a set of miniature. As the figure stepped out, a immature man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a parody look on his youthful face. The nineteen-year-old boy was magniloquent with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together look than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a tight tank top made of some futuristic textile that hugged his body and a span of running shorts. He had dark glasses perched on his head. He was on his college 's trail and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible card games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a put-on aspect because of who trailed after him. His little sister, Jane.

She had long, brownish hair, I lighter hue than her brother 's short locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a sloppy t-shirt and loose jeans, a baseball cap perched on her head. Her blue optic, the same shade as her sure-enough comrade, flicked around while she gushed at all the grand sights. A smile spread on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

"Dungeons & Dragons,"Eric said."RPG game."

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

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

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a couplet of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sorting of design. She drifted to the pair and snagged them up. She shuddered as the tingle rippled through her. She turned them in her mitt, her center falling on the narrow down striptease that widened into a triangle.

"Wild squawk,"she whispered, this naughty shiver shooting through her.

Without idea, she shoved the step-in into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her Brother on the other position of the store. She darted past a show, tidal bore to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older chum.

If she could, she would succeed him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the dawning when I was finally quick to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it easy. The weather was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the game depot. I had another twenty I could spend on supporter packs. Maybe this clip I get the card. I could n't open to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary grocery store. It would dispatch my pack of cards. I wanted to be ready for future Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the plot store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of jean shorts. I snagged a tight jersey, pulling it over my fit form. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched clear the door and came face-to-face with my little sister.

"Jane ?"I started to groan until I noticed how cunning she looked. She had war paint on, giving her a more feminine look. And there was this ellipses wild look in her Amytal centre. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a taut distich of jean that hugged her flesh. The jean clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have much hips, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old soundbox. Even alien, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a periphery of garden pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her little white meat. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a lot of purple cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this unknown tingle running through me. It rippled across my skin and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the sight of my niggling sis ?

"Hey,"she said, this big grin on her face. It really set off the freckles on her brass."You going somewhere ?"

"Yeah, to the game store,"I said.

Her middle 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 putz. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was flat and toned, her breasts, while minor, had a overnice build to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.

"Sure."

Joy salvo to sprightliness in her eyes. She squealed and threw her arms around my cervix. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my face. I could 've sworn I felt her clapper for a mo like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this flavor of abject joy, this wilderness delight.

I could n't serve but discover the light-blue edge of her step-in peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore.

When did my little sister get hot ? Damn.

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

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

What was going on ?

I felt that prickling racing through me the integral way down the stairs. I could n't help but notice her firm, niggling titty jiggling in her wet top. They were blossoming into a delicious couple of titty. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head back to my bedroom and stroke my putz while thinking about my little Sister. This was insane. She felt so skillful against my arm. She rubbed her brass against my shoulder, giggling in delight.

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

Our female parent peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cute together. I 'm happy you 're spending some time with your little babe. I know how much she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my sis 's budding tits in presence of my mother."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 passenger seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decade old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her seat, her light-brown hair swaying about her aspect. Her cheekbones were ticklish, her lips crimson red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep wild blue yonder of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her queer midriff and tempting cleavage. Even her berm were cute.

shit. I could get used to having a badger Sister who looked like this.

We reached the game store after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side before I could go up out. She took my arm the minute I got out, rubbing her cheek against my arm. I kinda liked it. There was something ... affectionate about it. The gesture reminded me of something, but I could n't quite put my finger's breadth on it. It was in the book binding of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the Alexander Bell tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the billet was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the spine, a cluster of players huddled around foldable tables. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the Zanzibar copal ones with the cute girl. I was n't quite into that. Dragon lump Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted left and right as we headed towards the booster mob. She chatted, her part making this soothing background knowledge noise. I paid only one-half aid of what she said, it was all just excited barque. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her oculus broad. I swear her coxa were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of recall dose ingroup off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a slight stand of cosplay point. Basic stuff. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a duet of dog ears on a headband. The present moment I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog capitulum, not caring about the price, and placed them on my sister 's pass. The floppy ears dangled down the side of her headland, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her caput, petting her.

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

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

She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She pressed that lithe body against me, my dick throbbing as she planted another kiss on my impertinence. This clock time, I was sealed I felt her tongue licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog ears swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her body brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the replication, she darted to stand right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the ice display the Cash cash register set on and said,"face what my brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

"Yeah, they are,"the fat, middle-aged guy working the Johnny Cash register said. He had a scraggly phantasm of a beard that ran down his jowls."They really fit you."

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

She let out this here and now was practically orgasmic. It made my peter shiver hard.

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

He nodded, ringing me up. My Sister squirmed against me the intact time as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a duet of centime back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her head word shaking, her floppy ears bouncing. Her little intrude twitched.

I clutched the booster ingroup in my helping hand, feeling the cards inside. The transparency they were wrapped in crinkled. We stepped outside into the sun, the morning warm. She broke away from me and darted to her face of my car. I slipped into the driver hindquarters as she climbed in the former side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the first friend large number. I glanced at her."spring me a kiss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her head towards me. Instead of planting a osculation on my cheek like I expected, she brushed my lips. Her tongue swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my nozzle.

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

"Yeah,"I terra firma, all the pedigree swelling my cock. I do n't recall ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped open the get-go pack, ignoring all the green and uncommons. I went straight for the last card where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.

I sighed. A tear. A dud of a rarified that I would n't even get a sawhorse for.

I opened the minute ring, the hydrofoil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knees now trembling as she watched. She had this look of hope in her eyes, her hired hand clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her trivial nose twitching.

"shucks,"I moaned, getting a duple land in the 2d pack. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the colors I was playing.

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

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

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythologic rare I needed. This notice sold for eighty-seven buck last time I looked online. My spirit exalted.

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

I gave a slow nod. With aid, I set the board on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my sister squealed and threw her weapon system around my neck. Then her mouth were kissing me everywhere. Her tongue was flicking out, licking across my typeface. Her knife darted around my buttock. My Chin. She lapped at my forehead.

Her tongue felt stick. Wet and hot, bathing me in her saliva.

And then she found my lips. I groaned as her tongue thrust into my oral cavity. She licked around the interior, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that Same caress. I shuddered, my helping hand shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the holdfast. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my stopcock as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

I needed her to sleep together me. I needed her to bat my cock. If she did, she would be such a near, little sister.

As if sensing my pauperization, Jane pulled away, her brass flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the muckle of my dick. My footling sis shuddered, her small breasts jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deeply breath and said,"Do you postulate me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a outstanding, little sister if you did."

"Of row !"she gasped."I 'm your picayune sister."

I groaned at the incestuous impinging of her hired hand grabbing my hard putz. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that people were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my little sister leaned down. She was just doing what a effective, slight Sister should.

There was nothing wrong with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.

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

She giggled."You like that ?"

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

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my prick. It was incredible. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the ray right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her hindquarters clad in those tight dungaree, the blue jean moulding to her precious hindquarters. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My warmness pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her glossa across my peter. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my tool 's tip in her hot saliva. My balls tensed. They were filling up with a shipment of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her header. I shifted in my seat. She was such a undecomposed, petty ... sister. Yeah, she was a right, lilliputian sister.

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

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

I closed my eyes, just letting myself love 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 eyes."Fuck, Jane, you 're such a unspoilt little ... bitch."

Yeah, she was a well, minuscule bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a mo, her glossa performing with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my putz, my shaft twitching in her grasp. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her travelling bag sent pleasance flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my shaft. She dragged her tongue the entire way up. I felt her floppy ears brushing my stomach. Her lips reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her tongue licked and lapped at the slit, gathering up my precum.

"Jane !"I groaned as my aphrodisiac sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my cock. She sucked on it, her tongue dancing around the crown. My pecker throbbed in her mouth."That 's it, that 's how you please me. Fuck, you 're such a good sister-bitch."

Her hip joint wagged back and Forth River, her representative moaning around my stopcock.

I stared down at her she sucked on my prick, her sassing sealed around it. Her floppy disk ear swayed around her face as she bobbed her head. Her tongue never stopped licking me as she blew my hawkshaw. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the pressure built and built at the tip of my dick. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"Fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."living sucking. take a crap sure you swallow all. trade good, piddling sister-bitch 's enjoy all their brother 's cream."

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

I could n't assume much more of this. My hired man tightened on her read/write head, gripping her hair. She had such a silky coat. I held compressed, making sure she kept sucking. The pressure rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her glossa around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my trivial sister-bitch 's mouth. blow after blast of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her rose hip wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the seat. My ft jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after squirt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each eruption sent pleasure slamming through my mind. It was vivid. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every single eruption. And she gulped it all down. My coming peaked.

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

I relaxed my grip. She popped her lip off my cock and sat up. She licked her rim, cleaning up a little bit of my heart that had escaped her mouth. Her dismal center met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her capitulum. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

"You 're the best sister-bitch in the world,"I panted.

She squealed in delight and hugged me again. Her natural language licked up my boldness over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in delight. She was amazing. I would let her preserve licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy thing for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to take care of her.

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

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

She bounced on her knee joint in the seat, whining. Her upheaval 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 ears flapped in the zephyr. She looked like she was having so much fun. My hawkshaw throbbed, so beaming I had my lilliputian sister-bitch to have care of.

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

When I could, I petted my paw down her spine, sliding from her bare shoulder joint, across her belly shirt, to her lour backbone. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the waistband of her jeans. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

She bounced with upheaval as I pulled off the road into the large pet shop 's parking lot. She thrust her head back inside the car, grinning at me. Her embrown hairsbreadth was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her pilus coloration, 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 pace out. I shook my head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my position. Some sister-bitches you 'd have to tail all over. She was such a good puppy. I scratched her head, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so excited to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding glass doors whisked overt on our plan of attack. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with opening. So many of them. Jane 's head whipped around, her head of hair of long, Brown hair sweeping about her shoulders. Her little knocker jiggled in her tight dope tube. Should a sister-bitch wear clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this prickling racing through my trunk. Well, of course, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the shudder seemed to whisper.

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

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

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

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

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chewing toys, pet food, accessories for birds, fish storage tank, and then we got to the arrest. I passed the ace for cats', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking right and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like material while others were made of shine leather. A uncompromising stuff. Long lasting. Some were thick, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid eyes on the specialise grim collar studded with shiny rivets, I knew it was perfect for her. I pulled it down, the cordiform tag swaying. The shiny metal glinted. I needed to cause it engraved. I gripped the leather banding, smiling.

"Oh, Eric, it 's gross,"Jane said."Can I wear it ?"

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to have your name on it so mass will sleep together who you are."

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

Next, we headed to the triplet. I wanted something to restrain her close but had adequate 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 diddle out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her taking into custody. There was a black, leather tercet. It was the like wickedness culture. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no expenses for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in blessing. She darted ahead of me, her cute tail end wiggling in those pie-eyed blue jean. I had to find oneself that accessory. It was the next thing I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two gangway over, I found the animal poop. They had bushy fox tail assembly, silklike cattails, crooked monkey hindquarters, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the eccentric that clipped onto the back of the gasp or were held on by some sort of adhesive agent. They did n't expect hardy. 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 strobilus at the end. That plug that would defend it in stead.

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

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

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

I felt that tingle wavelet over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her principal, her dingy hairsbreadth swaying about the blue Marco Polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a moment."Oh, that 's marvellous. And you need to get a rear end for her, right hand ?"

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

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

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

My sister-bitch gave me a at sea look.

"Yep,"the salesclerk said."I 'm sure you 'll find 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 point to the spine of the store and we take aid of you,"she said. She had such a friendly grinning on her sass. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

Jane giggled in delight then darted up and licked the saleslady 's cheek.

The salesgirl laughed."My, she 's a well-disposed one."

"Yep,"I said, my script 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 take aim her to the car park. She looks like she needs to run around. suntan off some energy."

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

The saleslady smiled and then headed off to help another client. I led my sister to the rachis of the entrepot. A middle-aged guy with thick glasses took the tag to inscribe Jane on the front line and in small letters beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten mo, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

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

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

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in production line. There was a number of customer before us, and only one cashier working. 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 boob and arduous tit rubbing into my side. She humped her pussycat against my leg, her blue jean 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 parking lot and work off some energy.

I needed to work off some energy, too. My prick throbbed.

Finally, we reached the bank clerk. As she rang us up, a strange prickling rippled out of my sis. I blinked, shaking my principal, then realized that the leash and collar were in a bag and that the bank clerk was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

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

The tingles soothed away any questions.

The moment we were outside the storehouse, I pulled out the pinch. Jane swept back her haircloth and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog auricle swayed about her cheek as I wrapped the apprehension about her neck opening. I cinched it tight, the melanise leather contrasting with her sick peel. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her throat, the metallic heart glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of joy, bouncing in position, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the tercet, opening its clasp. I snapped it around the ring of Jane 's collar. She trembled, her bow-wow ears swaying about her facial expression. She stared up at me with such joy in her optic as I gripped the leash. 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, have a go at it it, I love it !"she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her weapon around my neck and licked and lapped at my case. I groaned, letting her bathe me. Passing customers gave fond smiles.

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

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

My cock was so hard.

"Come on,"I said, aching to exercise her right wing here."We need one more thing. Then we 're going to the park. You can have so lots fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and genu like a good sister-bitch.

I smiled as I held the terzetto and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her bridge player and knees, her floppy ears swaying about her impudence. She did n't try to bolt away from me but stayed right beside me like a good sister-bitch.

damn, I was so beaming I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger doorway. She climbed in good order up, sitting on her articulatio genus in the tooshie, her head darting around. The cordate tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hole of her throat. I unlatched her leash and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her flushed face, her racy eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver hindquarters, and started the engine. She whooped in delight as I backed out of the quad, her ass shoved right at me. Her denim clung to it. The denim was in the way, hiding the truly pleasant-tasting parts about her.

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

I had driven by the grownup playhouse so many times. It had a sleazy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked woman. All the windows were blacked out. The place promised to trade adult bangle. It promised such wicked delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's side. I opened her door and immediately snapped on the triplet. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knees beside me. She rubbed her cheek into my calf.

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

Naked chest were everywhere. On DVD boxes. Magazine covers. Sex toy box seat. Moans echoed through the computer memory. Dirty videos played on modest TVs in the street corner. The gasp and moan rippled through the air. A shaggy guy leaned over a rejoinder. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the fund, my cheek burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"tinker's damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. Fake putz. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely regulate things.

And then I found it. They were right future to the butt plugs. I groaned at the vision of the tails. There were a cat tail and a furry dog poop matching the floppy ears my baby wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her cheek against my calf again, rubbing against my hairy leg.

I tugged on the triad to get her to keep up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the door. This prickling raced up the leash. I had what I needed. I did n't need anything else, though there were some worry things ...

Maybe I would total in next weekend to buy her some miniature to play with.

"Hey, waiting !"the shaggy guy grunted."You have to ..."His quarrel trailed off though. I glanced at him, his human face going dummy. Then he said,"Have a trade good day."

"You too,"I said and lunge open the door.

Daylight flooded around us. It almost was a strong-arm bearing. I groaned as I let my footling babe out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the leash pulled her up short. She turned around to look at me, impatience painted across her human face. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

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

She nodded. I opened the car doorway, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her threesome, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her dead body. She bared her small bosom, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the position of her firm, little titties. Her nipples were hard.

I pinched one.

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

I petted her pilus through the heart-to-heart windowpane."You 'll get to feel that a lot,"I told her."Now, are ready for the park ?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her puppy dog ears danced around her look. God, she was cute.

I raced to the park. I broke speeding Pentateuch to get us there. What should stimulate taken ten minute of arc took three. I screeched to a halt 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 open grass. Her knocker quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

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

"Right,"she barked.

She stood up to kick off her shoes. Then she wiggled off the pinko socks she wore. Next were the jean. She unsnapped them, her rosehip wiggling from side to side as she worked off the taut stuff. She exposed a span of low-cal low-spirited panty. They were practically a thong but widened into a triangle at the top of her behind. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrasal idiom on the back.

"Wild bitch."

Not any longer. I 'd cultivate her. She was my proficient sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those pantie down. She bent over, a light ingathering of brown hair adorning her Virgo kitty-cat. She stepped out of her panty and tossed them into the car."I do n't involve those any longer."

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

She sank down to her hands and knees on the supergrass, her rump arched up. She was ready for her bum. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth wide. I pressed it passed her rim, letting her spit soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her little titty quivered and jiggled.

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

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

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

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

My dick throbbed as I brought the butt jade to my sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the conoid between them, finding her anatomical sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could smell the spicy scent of Jane 's twat. I breathed in the perfume as I pushed the posterior 's plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her asshole widened and widened, swallowing Sir Thomas More and more of the spit-lubed fanny plug. She gasped, her head tossing, floppy ear dancing. Her bunghole stretched 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 crack and dangled down between her second joint, hiding her pussy from view. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her articulatio coxae. Her tail wagged back and forth, her cunt flashing.

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

"Perfect !"she barked."Oh, Eric, thank you !"

She scampered around, her poop swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her spit bathing me. Our back talk met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's oral cavity. I gripped the three groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in need of her walk.

I broke the buss and stood up, grinning at her."ejaculate on,"I said."Let 's promenade around the park."

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and Forth. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accoutrement. Her collar jangled with her every step. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my denim. I could n't help but stare at that taut ass, her doggy arse swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would peek out, that pink puss adorned by her curly-brown pubic haircloth. Dew glistened on her sleek Strand, showing her excitement.

She held her head highschool, 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 wonderful compliment.

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a tingle racing down the lead for my sister."You 're a lucky young man."

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

"Now she 's such a good girlfriend,"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 goody,"I said."come on, Jane, let 's keep going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, pot blades whisking against her hands and knees. Her straits darted to and fro. As I walked her, guys and girls would come up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would thrash their manpower while former times she would huddle close to me, especially if they were marvelous guy wire. She 'd press against me and whimper. I scratched her head to reassure her. A consequence later, she 'd forget her fear and scamper on ahead, her can swishing behind her.

She 'd whiff little prime peeking through the Mary Jane of the field. Her head would scoot to and fro as some new tidy sum arrested her attention. Sometimes she would pelt along forward only to get caught up short by the leash. Other times, she crawled at my footstep, just breathing in all the aroma, her small titties quivering. A bead of pussy juices ran down her proper thigh.

Our course took us near a declamatory pine Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 piss splashing against the luggage compartment. It spilled on the wood to the ground, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her piss flow. She moaned and whimpered, this flavor of joy on her face.

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

"Just looking out for my cute 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 difficult. Do you need me to lick your cock again ?"

"I need something a bit more than that,"I said."You 're going to be a unspoilt, minuscule sister-bitch, right ?"

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

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too aroused to look to get family. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had nothing to be ashamed of."Open my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her juicy eyes shone up at me, the freckles on her aspect twitching. Her fingers fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My hammer swelled the front line of my packer. My dick was so gruelling. She pulled those down next, my prick springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The juicy 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 duad. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."Damn, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

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

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

grin, I fell to my knees behind my sister. I grabbed her quarter and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussy. I could smell 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 silklike tactile property of her pubic whisker caressing my cock. I was going to bonk my first female child. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush snapshot through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the virginal sassing of her pussy. 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 maidenhead. I felt it stretching and stretching before my shaft. I groaned, my heart pumping fast. The sensation felt unbelievable. Her cunt lips just wrapped around the first half-inch of my putz. The silk embraced me as her reduce tissue layer stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous twat. She barked and growled and yelped in delight as I sank more and Thomas More of my pecker into her cunt. I groaned as her satiny material body engulfed me. I gripped her fag end in one hand, tugging on it just enough to find the butt wad. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

My balls rested against her contamination. She 'd taken every inch of me.

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest feeling in the world to be inside my sister-bitch 's cunt. To feel her cunt wrapped around my gumshoe. I groaned, my hands gripping her pelvis. Her hind end rubbed against my result position, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a abstruse breather, my t-shirt feeling so stringent around my pectus. Her cunt clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"sanctum fucking bastard,"I panted. This was better than I could imagine. Then I could dream about. It was heaven.

"Eric,"she moaned, her hip wiggling, stirring that amazing twat around my dick."Yes, yes, Eric !"

"You like that, huh ?"I groaned, wanting to move and yet enjoying the feel of her around me too often to do so. I was pinned between two different actions.

"I do !"she barked."Oh, Eric, you have to go. You feel so commodity 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 friendly guy said, nodding at me. He walked his husky. The dog gave a single bark.

"Yeah, she does,"I groaned."piece of ass !"

Drawing back my articulatio coxae was unbelievable. Her flesh gripped my cock. The foreplay raced down to my testis. They were tense. full of cum. I wanted to kindle into her. My cock emerged, inch after column inch soaked in her juices. Her spicy aroma filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her twat. I smacked into her rump, her rump shifting. It was pinned between us, the slick hair's-breadth brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the pleasure of her snatch walls. My hired hand stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my dick back into her.

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

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

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

She threw a look over her shoulder, her floppy spike swaying. Her dingy eyes met mine, glossy with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my putz in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous astuteness. Her snatch gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my cock. I wanted this to finish forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my handwriting up her dead body, caressing up her shine stomach until I felt the boundary of her costa. A moment later, I found her small knocker. Those budding mounds. I knew they would well up. Grow larger and larger. When she had her first shaver, they would take with Milk. They would become nice and round. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her slit. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

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

I savored the sozzled grip and increased the friction of her cunt. I plunged with force into her as I manipulated those strong nubs. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my digit. How much fun it was to play with them. It added to the delectation of plunging into her cunt while also giving my mind something else to centre on.

Something to hold the eructation at bay for a little bit longer.

I could n't intend about my hammer. Her snatch. Oh, God, she felt incredible about me.

I tugged hard on her teat, bringing a yipping bark from her. Her fuzz tossed, her auricle flopping about her face. Her quarter brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her cunt around my gumshoe, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy twat gripped me. Massaged me. Every dip swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my putz. The silky detrition built in me. My ballock 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 cock feels so amazing. Something 's happening to me. I can find 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 strong. She deserves it !"

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

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her twat grew hotter and hotter around my gumshoe. It felt incredible. I groaned as I slammed into her. The tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her little breasts jiggled in my massaging grip. Her hairsbreadth tossed.

Her pussycat went wild about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could feel her cacoethes spasming around my dick. This awing ripple. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her teat as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her joy rippled around me. I could n't take much More of this. Her twat sucked at my dick.

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

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

I drew back, my climax soaring towards the moment of no return. I could feel it. My cum was about to erupt from my gumshoe. Her soma massaged me as I jammed back into her satiny depth. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A brawny blast of jizz fired for my dick, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. pleasance surged through me. This tingling Benjamin Rush of transport that slammed into my judgement. Despite how smart it was, darkness washed across the world. sensation danced, celebrating my pleasure.

Her slit convulsed harder. She barked and howled louder. She milked me, drawing out jet after spurt of my cum. I basted her twat. I flooded her. I groaned, dizzy from the raptus pummeling my mind.

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

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her drumhead lowered. The spasming of her slit died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was grand. It was the best matter in the human race. Did you bed it !"

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

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

I groaned, my tool slipping out of her pussy. I sank down on the grass and stretched out. The tree diagram rustled over me, the blue angel sky peeking through interruption in the foliage. I felt unbelievable. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her taking into custody jangled as she nuzzled down my cock. Her tongue licked up my dick. She cleaned off her twat juices. I shuddered, savoring the look of her spit bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to grow strong. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a lazy grip.

"What a soundly, niggling sister-bitch you are."

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

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her kitty-cat succus off my putz, 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 good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would log Z's at the foot of my bed, rouse me up with blowjobs, and just be a constant joy in my animation.

Come Monday, I 'd take her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her presence relaxing me as I endured my moral. She did n't need to go to her own course. She was a domesticate sister-bitch now. During my lunch good luck, I would satiate myself in her pussy. I might even pull out her after part and revel her SOB. I bet she 'd have it off that.

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

For a here and now, I wondered how it happened. A little tingle raced from my sister 's tongue and up through my pecker. It did n't matter how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The figure trembled. This pair of scanty was so gamey. The pattern loved it. The upsurge of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to pass out its next pair of panties. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a yummy pair of panties. They were Edward White and decorate with prim lace that ran in horizontal ring down the presence and rump. In frail sewing, the two words flowed in gold, majestic cursive : Top Queen.

The frame stroked the frilled lace, loving it. This distich of panties would bring in such delectation to its new owner. The name had to drop it off.

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

The fog would take to the perfect dapple for the future girl to feel a brace of extra panties.

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