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story_codes: M/ggg (9,6,5), g/g, mind control, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Connor's illicit fun with his young and unwitting partners continues. Shortly after a bit of virtual buggery on a place that left a young gymnast with the subconscious urge for more, he discovers that joys of lesbian incest with a tiny pair of sisters.


story_language: English



The Touch, part 2

Written by madvlad


	Not for the first time, Connor considered his limitless credit card as the limitless prison it was. Or so his former handlers thought. He could go anywhere and buy anything with it. Of course, he could withdraw cash from and ATM with it but they'd still know where he was and could track to see what he purchased with the paper stuff. He doubted they cared if he was buying Lobster Thermidor in Paris or a fifteen year-old hooker in Pattya Beach. But he was sure their interest was to see if any delayed abilities from their experiments ever came to the fore.

	There had never been any delayed abilities. But here had been the instant results that gave him the ability to nudge minds and sense strong thoughts. However, he had kept them perfectly hidden and was dismissed as a failure on their part with the leash of financial freedom permanently attached.

	That he had strengthened and refined his abilities while keeping them hidden from the general and the others gave him no satisfaction. Naturally, he had to hide them or it was back to the laboratory for him. But his little activities of neural sex gave him plenty of thrills while he thumbed his nose at the walls and surveillance cameras of his would-be dungeon. 

	His forays in the minds (and by proxy, the bodies) of young girls had been done on night-time flights where he was left satisfied and his temporary lovers had been left in shock and wonder. With one exception, the little cunnies he had ravaged had been virgin. And despite both he and his partners feeling his prick pounding the snug holes, the precious cherries had been left intact although the nervous systems of the girls remembered the intercourse quite well. 

	Ever since his second time, that with a four year-old, he had also somehow been able to project his ejaculation into his partner. Aside from the symptoms of the girls' arousals, his semen was the only physical manifestation of the carnal link between their minds. Connor did no research on the matter in case his watchers discovered his sudden interest in the brain's untapped potential. What he surmised was that an orgasm, being the peak of the body's response, allowed him this momentary capacity to project. Hell, at least it kept his own pants dry.

	Connor's philosophical thoughts were put away in favor of those more basic. At the moment, he was surreptitiously studying the lovely posterior of a young girl at the airport gate. With gentle probes of her mind and those of her family, he learned her name was Cammie and that she was all of nine years old.

	Burning off some restless energy, she did some cartwheels in the mostly deserted concourse which made her long blonde ponytail whip about as she performed the stunts nearly flawlessly. All of that gymnastics practice paid off. Connor surmised this not from the girl's mind but from the pink jacket she wore with the logo of a gymnastics studio. A few mental peeks told him that she would never be Olympics material (which meant a normal life for her) but it was something she enjoyed and already had a collection of some trophies and medals from state and regional events. 

	Under her open jacket, she wore a t-shirt from one such gym meet. But it was what she wore below that made him fixate on her. Her thin black leggings were just low enough in the crotch to provide her some modesty. But the way the material molded itself to her trim and round little ass was a moving "fuck me" sign.

	Cammie had the habit of occasionally pulling at the material if it rode up too tightly against the sweet, swellings of her preteen rump and Connor considered dousing that action in her mind but he didn't want to start with her in public. When he learned that she was going to be in seat 19C, and aisle seat, Connor wanted to get 19D, right across the aisle. But her older brother would have that one and trying to mentally push the idea of changing seats would be awkward and too obvious. 

	However, a wordless inquiry to the gate agent who was looking at the seat assignments on her monitor showed that 20D was open on the half-filled plane. Moments later, she called him over the PA to please come to the desk for a seat assignment change. When he complied, she handed him a new boarding pass and graciously thanked him for flying her airline. Never did she ever wonder why she had reassigned him to that seat.

	Connor was getting better at projections and an hour into the flight, had mentally coaxed nearly everyone on board into a restful slumber. There were three exceptions. First and second were the two men in the cockpit, for obvious reasons. And number three was the owner of the very cute butt who was about to have her first dose of anal sex (actually, her first sexual experience at all). This would also be Connor's first foray into anyone's back door and he congratulated himself for saving himself for just the right girl.

	Slipping into Cammie's mind, Connor began. He learned how those legging felt, pressing themselves against her bottom through the thin layer of her panties. Cammie never gave it much thought before but now she was acutely aware of how she was caressed by them. It was an odd thought to have but something in her mentality told her that this was certainly something to enjoy.

	Yes, the stretchy fabric made her soft cotton undies caress her quite nicely. Through their link, Connor learned that Cammie was wearing bright yellow panties with blue trim. She barely remembered putting them on this morning as it was such a routine thing but Connor found the file in her memory and played it in slow motion. They had slid up over the smoothness of her slim, gym-toned legs with the elastic leg bands hugging at her thighs. Now Connor slowed the memory to see the fleshy V of the nine year-old's bald quim before fabric covered it.

	Cammie never gave that part any thought except when she was washing or wiping herself after using the toilet. Now, in the stillness of the flight, her pulse quickened as her "kitty", as she called it, became something that made her grow taut and warm inside of the slit she had never explored.

	She wanted to now and looked around. With no one watching on either side of her, she slid her hand into her leggings and panties. As her fingers closed around the hairless mound, she shivered at being so sexy. One finger slipped into the cleft and she shivered again at her own intimate touch. She rubbed harder and accidentally flicked her clit. Jerking, she let out a gasp but no one even stirred. 

	Perhaps she should stop. She certainly didn't want her mother sitting next to her or her brother across the aisle to wake up and see her with her hand in her pants. But something, some welcome, guiding presence told her she must continue and had nothing to worry about. Rubbing harder, she leaned forward as the intensity and the strange moistness goaded her on.

	Someone was touching her behind. For a moment, she didn't know how that could be since she was still seated but that otherness in her head, the one who showed her how to touch herself like this, told her that this was what she needed. Cammie, who had never even thought to consider anything about sex, welcomed it all.

	They were large hands, those of a grownup, on her bare buttocks. She was pleased to learn that she had a very sexy little ass and felt even more wetness in her innocent snatch as her delectable young rump was lewdly massaged. Something slid between them and pressed at her poop hole. What in the world was this?

	She wanted it, though. That's what her mind said and she murmured aloud as she felt the dilation of her anus as something hard slid into it. That was disgusting and wrong and it made her kitty twitch as the hard thing scraped through her straining hole. It went really deep into her rear and then it was moving in and out in some odd way. 

	The part of her mind that knew her pants were still in place (just with her busy hand in the front) was gently put to sleep as her mysterious thought-guide explained it all in images. In her first lesson about what men and women could do with each other, Cammie understood. She was having sex - having sex in her butt. That was wrong because she was just a girl, not even old enough to get bumps on her chest. But she was getting fucked in there all the same. She blushed at the new knowledge of what that "F-word" meant.

	
As Connor came to know Cammie, he fucked her harder while sitting perfectly still in his seat. He stared at her as she writhed; her spandex-clad ass grinding against the seat as her immature, boyish hips worked in response to the anal copulation.

	Her ass-ring gripped him as he sawed in and out of her warm, snug rectum. As he pounded her even harder, her sleek and supple young gymnast's body undulated. Agitated by an interpreted presence; her rectal tissues squeezed at the phantom cock burrowing into her. The movement of her pelvis became urgent as she pushed back against him with every inward stroke she took. In a frenzy, her ass muscles gobbled him with convulsions. 

	Connor could hear the little girl whining in her seat, completely alone while her perfect young ass was violently reamed. The fingers against the hairless flesh of her virgin twat were digging deeper as if to find the source of this intense pleasure she was experiencing between her legs. Before she could find and breach her cherry, she came. With a soft cry, she rose from her seat and gripped the back of the seat in front of her. 

	Cammie's breathy grunts were loud but only heard by Connor as he watched her black-clad rump churn with the orgasmic twisting of her hips. He came hard; his semen surging through his dick before the transfer took place. 

	"Guhnnn!" Cammie cried out as the hot jism basted her tender anal tunnel. 

	She slumped in her seat, panting, and never noticed the presence as it slipped from her mind.

	In the dark, Cammie sat up. Confused, appalled, and excited, she wondered at what had happened. Withdrawing her hand from her crotch, she carefully sniffed at the fluids on her fingers. She hadn't peed and she somehow knew this was something desirable - something she'd want to produce again.

	But there was more wetness inside her - in that other place. Carefully, Cammie slid her hands under her butt, finding only her leggings perfectly intact as they covered her. But her hole back there was throbbing. But there was heavier throbbing more deeply inside of her and that's where this other stuff was buried.

	Cammie stood and got into the aisle before walking to the bathroom in the back. Everyone was asleep, for which she was thankful. She never noticed the man staring and grinning at her as she stiffly walked with her sphincter clenched shut to keep from leaking.

	After landing, Connor waited as the passengers arose in the front to depart. The movement gradually shifted back until Cammie and her family were getting up. To Connor's delight, Cammie stepped backward into the aisle while her brother and sister from across the aisle got out before her. When one of her hands reached for the seat of her pants, Connor expected the tug that would pull them away from her rear. Instead, she grabbed with both hands and pulled her leggings up to more tightly hug her bottom. 

	Having discovered something in the night, the nine year-old was now subconsciously trolling for more anal molestation. Walking behind her, Connor was sure she wouldn't have long to wait before someone gave her what she craved.

	There really wasn't much that Connor wanted to do after landing. It was raining out and he figured he'd spend a couple of days lounging in a hotel room while watching TV and ordering room service. Although not terribly exciting, he didn't mind a little  relaxing down time before setting off to some place more exotic.

	After a day of that, Connor went to the hotel gym to get a break from lounging in bed. He noticed the pool but was more focused on an elliptical machine next door.

	"Aww," Nicole whined as she brushed her light brown hair from her face.

	The six year-old frowned at the pool's "closed" sign and felt her younger sister, Brit, lean against her in equal frustration. Their parents were at some conference in the hotel and their big sister, Zoe, had suggested that they go to the pool. The day before, there had been a teenage boy about Zoe's age who Zoe seemed to like. 

	In whispered conversations, Nicole had told Brit that Zoe probably wanted to kiss the boy.

	"Why?" the five year-old asked. 

	"I don't know. Boys have cooties so you should never kiss them," Nicole explained with the sure knowledge of someone already in the first grade.

	"Will Zoe get cooties?" Brit asked worriedly. 

	"Maybe. But I heard her talking to a friend about using protection when she was with her boyfriend back home."

	"What's po..tesshun?"

	"It's some magic words you say before you kiss a boy so you won't get cooties."

	Brit nodded solemnly at her sister's wisdom.

	"Damn," Zoe muttered low enough so her little sisters wouldn't hear. 

	She was hoping to meet up with Jay, the boy from yesterday. Instead, they were cleaning the damned pool so she'd have to go back to the room with her sisters. She didn't mind them so much but she had been hoping for other company. As she led her siblings back toward the elevator, she saw Jay heading toward the pool.

	"It's closed," she said, noting how his eyes roved over her bikini-clad body in a way that made her feel warm between the legs.

	"Too bad," he replied before waving to Zoe's little sisters in a way to endear him to his main target,

	The smaller, dark-haired tot hid behind the slightly older one. He assumed she was just shy and never suspected that she fully understood the peril of cooties which he carried in great quantities. Turning to Zoe, he made a suggestion.

	"My dad is one of the conference organizers and one of the small meeting rooms isn't being used," he explained. "I can get a key. Is there any way you could come by and we can hang out? There's a TV in there we could watch."

	Even a TV that wasn't showing the cartoons her sisters loved would be a huge break. Zoe was hoping for a little more and maybe, just maybe, a chance to go all the way if it went well. The idea of having a brief fling in a hotel was titillating - as if she was the female lead in one of those movies. 

	There was Nicole and Brit to consider, though. They were pretty good about keeping secrets - like when her boyfriend came over to the house while their parents were out. After all, Zoe tried to be the cool big sister, allowing extra cookies and such. Knowing that her parents would be wrapped up in the conference for hours, she knelt in front of her sisters.

	"Hey, do you guys want to hang out in the room and watch cartoons? I'll just be gone for a little while, so you'll have to stay in the room."

	Nicole and Brit loved the idea of having the room to themselves and quickly agreed.

	"Are you going to be with him?" Nicole asked, flicking her eyes to Jay.

	"Yeah. We're just going hang out and, um, talk about stuff."

	Brit leaned forward and whispered to Zoe.

	"Don't forget the magic words," she advised.

	Shaking her head at the mysteriousness of five year-olds, Zoe walked her sisters back to the elevator after Jay gave her the number of "their" room. After letting Nicole press the elevator call button (this was a very important task that Nicole insisted on performing), Zoe noticed a man approaching. From his sweat-stained attire, she knew he must have been in the gym.

	All the same, she felt a little more self-conscious about her bikini. Nicole and Brit were also wearing two-piece swimsuits although those covered their little bodies a bit more modestly. All the same, Zoe's skin crawled at the idea of the man possibly checking her out or - even grosser - doing the same to her little sisters.

	But aside from a polite nod, the man showed no interest as he thumbed through some of the tourist brochures in the display across from the elevators. By the time the elevator doors opened, he had selected a few and paid only enough attention to Zoe and her sisters to keep from bumping into them when he joined them inside.

	Pretending to be immersed in a pamphlet about a nearby factory outlet mall "Where Bargains Abound!", Connor probed the oldest girl's mind. There were concerns about her upcoming driver's license test, so she must have just turned sixteen. But of greater importance was the prospect of hooking up with that boy he had seen. 

	He could have slipped into her mind - or the boy's - and had a front row experience for some teen sex. Maybe he could get into both of their minds at once. He had done it as an experiment while witnessing some conversations and had been able to detect the lies from both parties who were discussing some business deal. For amusement's sake, he had nudged each of the men to reveal their true intents and enjoyed the spluttering results from both startled negotiators.

	But wait...the girl was wondering about her sisters and hoping...they would be okay on their own. Over the open pamphlet, the examined the little ones and decided on a new course of action. Slipping into each of their minds, he made a connection that neither was aware of. But that would allow him to track them. He wouldn't get to see them in person but would see each one through the other's eyes.

	As the elevator stopped at his floor first, he casually exited and gave no indication of his interests. By the time the doors had closed again, he was forgotten by Zoe.

	Brit giggled as Nicole pressed her bare chest against her. Since both had bathed together for as long as they could remember, seeing each other in the nude was nothing out of the ordinary. But as soon as Zoe had left the room to risk getting cooties from that boy Nicole had the sudden idea that they should remove their swimsuits. Soon, the tiny garments were lying on the floor. 

	Now Nicole was shifting her torso. When her tiny nipples scraped against Brit's, both girls cooed. The skin on their pink dots felt tight and the centers poked out slightly as they stiffened. Brit worked her body like Nicole was doing and both girls felt the frissons from their suddenly sensitive niplets. 

	With an inspiration that seemingly popped into her head, Brit moved back just a bit and then lowered her head until she was at mouth level with the completely undeveloped breast of her sister. Hungrily, she sucked on the six year-old tit meat, pulling at it while her tongue slid over the nipple in an instinctive move to coax milk from it. 

	Nicole sighed and with one arm hugged Brit's head against her so that her little sister could nurse at her flat mammary. There was another need that her other hand addressed. Sliding her fingers between her legs, the first grader fondled her puffy snatch. The bald flesh felt feverish against her hand and Nicole was light-headed as she considered the erotic cuteness of her "kitty" for the first time. 

	Releasing her sister's nipple, Brit stood up straight as Nicole's arm around her head slipped and draped over one shoulder. Brit's face was flushed and her mouth was open just enough for Nicole to see the glistening tip her tongue resting just inside her tasty-looking red lips. She looked down to see Brit's cunny but found her sister was squeezing it just like she had been doing it to herself. Looking up again at Brit's mouth, Nicole wanted to have that and pulled her sister against her. 

	When they met to kiss, Nicole plunged her tongue into Brit's mouth. Their tongues were quickly entwined, slithering against each other. Nudging Brit's hand aside, Nicole clutched at the kindergartener's hairless snatch. With something she didn't register guiding her sudden needs and actions, she stroked one finger between the plump lips of Brit's tiny pussy. Copying Nicole's actions, Brit promptly had her hand working all over her sister's smooth mound and diminutive cleft. 

	It wasn't long before each girl felt the other moistening against their questing fingers. Pulling her head back, Nicole created a thread of saliva between her lower lip and Brit's. Looking into her sister's eyes, she put the visions she had been receiving into one word.

	"Bed."

	Knowing exactly what they both wanted, Brit climbed onto the bed and rolled onto her back. There, she spread her legs for her older sister who quickly slid on top of her and pressed her cunny against her crotch. Both girls had their bald little snatches oiled with the juices that their sisters had smeared from their oozing slits.

	Taking charge (or so she thought), Nicole began to hunch her small pelvis, working her six year-old body as if she was a man making love. She ground her bald, dripping twatlet against the equally smooth and wet cunny of her baby sister. Both little girls were grunting with their newfound lesbian lust and Brit lifted her tiny hips up to match the cunt-mashing thrusts of her sister.

	Lying alone in his bed, Connor was literally drooling. Through each girl, he had felt and tasted the other's soft and cuddly body. Now they were getting anxious as their overheated twats rubbed. The fat little mounds were lewdly leaking and shined like exotic produce waiting to be taken.

	Connor had them both at once. In his projections, he simultaneously drove his cock through the rubbery little labia, making the dainty slits widen abruptly before ripping into the tiny virgin cuntlets of the two humping tykes. Nicole and Brit cried out together as they felt the presence of something huge and hard penetrating them and stretching their immature tubing.

	It hurt and it was magnificent. They quickly adapted to the phantom meat plowing their tender cunnies. With their breath hot against each other's face, they once again locked their lips and tongues together. The first grader and kindergartner squirmed against each other as they were fucked; somehow knowing that the building bubbles between their legs would lead some something wonderful.

	Even though he was lying in bed, Conner still felt as if he might fall over - or fall right through the bed. Plunging his cock in and out of the tight, gooey pussies, he could feel their increasing heat. The pair of tiny twatlets grabbed and squeezed at him with their slippery sheaths as he made the five and six year-old his intimate harem. 

	The sister's came together, each crying into the other's mouth as their small bodies were wracked with climaxes. Connor joined them in release, cumming two floors way before each little girl had her baby snatch pumped full of sperm-rich cream.

	Nicole and Brit lay pressed together as their orgasms faded and the mysterious presence was gone from their bodies but not their minds. They didn't understand what virginity was so they wouldn't have been surprised to find that their cherries were still perfectly pristine. In fact, the little membranes were helping keep the thick loads of jism from leaking very quickly.

	Both girls knew they were messy inside and had the same solution arrive in their heads. Nicole was the one who moved around, pressing her oozing snatch against Brit's mouth while she lowered her head between her little sister's thighs so she could feast on that cute little pouting pussy. 

	Connor thought it strange to taste his own semen and might have been turned off by it if it wasn't mixed with girl nectar and being drawn from those bald little cunnies. When his masculine taste was gone, the sisters' growing arousal matched the completely feminine flow of their juices. He felt each girl's sex through the flexing lips and digging tongue of the other. They came together again, quivering and moaning against each other.

	Enjoying their pleasures, Connor was considering his next move when he felt a loud intrusion. It startled him at first until he realized he still had a residual link to Zoe. Mentally reaching out, he strengthened it.

	So much for something romantic, Zoe fumed. Jay had just wanted to stick it in her fast while she wanted to have it slow and seductive like in the movies. When she extracted herself from him before he could get her bikini bottoms off, he suggested that he could pilfer some beer from his parents' room. 

	In other words, he wanted to get her drunk before using her as a pincushion for his dick.

	She left him in the meeting room with his stiff prick and blue balls and stalked to the elevator. Annoying cartoons or not, her little sisters would be better company. They could all cuddle together. After all, Nicole and Brit were so cute and their bodies were warm and soft. Best of all would be between their little legs.

	Zoe started, wondering where the hell that idea had come from. Aside from some "practice" at French-kissing with some classmates when she was eleven, she had never done anything that might be considered lesbian. And she had certainly never thought of her sisters in that way.

	Still, those bald pussies would be so juicy and tender. 

	Zoe didn't fight it now.

	She caught an impression of the taste of each of her little sisters' sex. Nicole and Brit had eaten each other and why shouldn't they? Zoe's mouth watered, as did her crotch, as she imagined those plump little mounds in her mouth as she wedged her tongue into the tiny slits. How their sweet, high-pitched voices would sound as she licked and sucked each one to an orgasm.

	They had hours.

	Moaning in the elevator that was moving far too slowly for her need, Zoe fingered herself. Then she imagined it was Nicole's tongue their while darling little Brit was suckling at one of Zoe's firm young teenage tits. Moving her finger against herself, Zoe wanted it to be diddling the five year-old to encourage her to nurse harder. 

	And once she came, she'd repay Nicole, pouncing on the first grader and practically rape her yummy twat with her mouth. Perhaps Brit would sit on Nicole's face for a good pussy grind.

	When the elevator doors slid open, Zoe staggered out. Her baby sisters were naked and wet and waiting for her. Stabbing her key card into the door lock, Zoe was ready to show them what a big sister could do.



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