Hypnotized Sister Novels & Stories

It sounded to me like someone was in pain. I hurried to the source and wished it would have been someone in pain instead. With her bedroom door opened ajar, I found my sister having sex with another man, humping her from behind. They were both naked while she had her ass in the air, his dick pounding in and out of her.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

Dropping the remote, I watch my sister's facial expressions and start rapidly bucking my cock into Tracy's steamy pussy. "It's almost like you're fucking your sister, isn't it?" Tracy chuckles as she leans back and braces her hands on the floor behind her, letting me take over the rhythm. She's right and I realize I'm going to have to erase Tracy's memory when we're done, but right now I frantically thrust my hard cock into her wanton pussy while watching my sister squeeze her own tits and contort her face in ecstatic pleasure.

Her saccharine voice coats every syllable. “Torpor? Corporeal Hibernation? I guess it makes sense, But tell me SISTER what about my other questions?” There were other questions I had asked earlier, still unanswered and she is no sister to me, the thought of her trying to seduce me yet calling me brother is fucked up. I can smell my lovely Azalea is nearby, but I still can’t move to go to her.

“Soon, Ḫibti….it will be all over soon.” I close my eyes, letting his presence soothe me. I reach out to let my hands touch his body. A greater sense of comfort falls over me, and I slowly close my eyes. “My….my sister is coming.” That’s the last I remember before I give in to the darkness trying to claim me.

"Who ?" "Come downstairs and you'll find out". Without pushing any more, I go back downstairs. Despite how vastly different we are, I feel for my cousin right now. I had been horrified when the sisters had appeared at my home and had hypnotized all the party guests. Had Siri not kept me in a mentally soothing blanket, just as the aunt is now, I would no doubt run away screaming. The plan works. I have only just reached the bottom of the stairs when Belinda appears behind me.

His lips curled up in an eerie smile as he leaned close to my face, breathing, "Your sister said your heart would suit me more, and it appears to be no lie… It's almost as if you're born with a heart destined to be eaten by me. "Even if I don't feel anything for you, you're still much better than your sister." I struggled against him—against death—only to find my whole body limp and devoid of any strength. Had I been drugged?! As if reading my mind, Sion lifted my chin and narrowed his eyes. "Don't even think about getting away. Your dear sister drugged you so that you can't." My hands trembled even more, and I sweated all over my back.

"I watched my sister get shot that night. I thought there was no possible way she could have survived it. It was only last month that I found out she was living at the Valcari Manor. Could you imagine my absolute surprise when I heard that?" She shook her head in disbelief. "I know you and your brother must have somehow hypnotized her, wiped her memory completely, and made her complacent. Trust me when I say this, I am going to break my sister free from whatever hold you have over her." She paused for a brief moment, her eyes turning distant. "I still remember the first time I saw you," she said suddenly, after we had been silent for a few minutes. I glanced back at her with a small frown, r

I was supposed to be the hopeless romantic marrying into high society, but my younger sister couldn't stop copying everything I did. When I tried on wedding dresses, she tried them on too. When I put on diamond rings, she wore them too. When I called Elliot my fiancé, she turned around and called him the same. Until one day, I overheard a conversation between her and Mom. "If your sister refuses to marry him, you can take her place. The position of Mrs. Fitzgerald shouldn't go to someone else." I smiled. After all, I had been lying to them, with zero intention of marrying Elliot. Trying on wedding dresses was just to make her jealous. Wearing diamond rings was to set the bait. Even havi

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"