﻿Under the Panties

by Pan



Published: 2017-07-22
Updated: 2017-08-19
Packaged: 2024-02-16 23:10:14
Chapters: 6
Words: 11,978
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/UnderThePanties/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: One wish before, one wish after. Sophie uses hers to make sure that her brother can never go under the panties.
Erotica Tags: in, mc, mf





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6



	Chapter 1

I used to explain everything to them.

It sounds ridiculous, when I put it like that. But it’s true—before I made any changes, before I even started exploring their minds, I’d freeze everything, walk up to them, and explain exactly what I was going to do with them.

Using…well, words. Ridiculous, right?

Nowadays, it’s much simpler. I walk up to them, and with a single touch, they _know_. They know exactly who I am, what I can do, what I’m capable of changing, and exactly what I’m going to do to them.

It takes far less time, but it sometimes feels like I’ve lost something in the process.

When I first saw Sophie, I knew precisely what her path was going to be. And so when I walked up and touched her forehead, I showed her. What she was going to do, what her life was going to become…and then I offered the wish.

One wish before, one wish after. That’s how I’ve always done it, and that’s how I’ll always do it. It just feels fair to me—like they have a fighting chance. And I stay true to my word, too. Some day, maybe I’ll find someone who words the wish perfectly, who makes a request so watertight that there’s nothing I can do, forcing me to move on, find someone else’s life to ruin.

Not Sophie, however.

* * *

I first saw Sophie outside the school. By chance, hard as it is to believe. I don’t really spend a lot of time outside schools—I prefer my women fuller, older, more experienced. But I was walking past when I noticed her. Long red hair, full breasts—if it wasn’t for the uniform, I would have thought she was a teacher.

And so I walked right up to her—no one around me noticed, but I didn’t change Sophie. Not yet. She didn’t look panicked, which was good—I suppose she thought a man of my age couldn’t pose a threat. I touched her on the forehead, and she _knew_.

“So what is it?” I asked, unable to stop myself from being aroused by the look of panic in her eyes. “What’s the wish?”

“Nothing under the panties,” she mumbled. “I don’t take them off, and we never go under.”

That was a new one. Clever, too—if she’d said “no sex”, “no penetration,” or “no touching”…well, those are all common wishes, and I’d worked out the loopholes a long time ago. The panties?

I had to give her credit for being interesting.

“Of course,” I said, and in the time it took Sophie to blink, I was gone. At least, as far as Sophie was concerned I was.

At this point, I could go on my way and just meet up with her again in a few days, weeks, months…whenever I liked. There’s something undeniably erotic about hearing what happened from their point of view, but nothing beats experiencing it for myself. And so I followed her home that day—no one would be able to see me, of course, but I would have the best possible vantage point to see the havoc I’d wreaked in the young woman’s life.

* * *

It began as soon as her step-brother Eli got home. The two of them were there alone, and Sophie immediately began to follow the instructions I’d so firmly implanted into her mind.

“Hey bro,” she said with a smile. “How’s life?”

“Not bad,” he replied, eyeing her slightly suspiciously. A quick trip into his mind told me that they had been close up until a few years ago, when Sophie had decided it was ‘uncool’ to spend much time with her kid brother, and since then she’d started to keep some distance.

_Not any more,_ I thought with a wicked chuckle.

“Come here,” she said suddenly, gesturing to herself.

“What?”

“Come here! I want to give my little brother a hug.”

“Sure thing,” he said sarcastically, picking up his game controller again. “Go and hug yourself, weirdo.”

“I mean it,” she said. “I want a hug.”

“Well I want a million bucks.”

“Eli,” she said, her tone suddenly deadly serious. “Come and give me a hug, okay?”

Surprised by Sophie’s insistence, Eli turned to face her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m _fine_ ,” she said earnestly. “I just need a hug. Please?”

Clearly worried for his sister, Eli put his controller down and crossed the room. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around his sister, and when she pulled his body against hers, reciprocated by tightening the hug.

They stood there for an uncomfortably long time. I was loving every second of it—the look of total fear on Sophie’s face, as she knew what she had to do next…the obvious confusion at the top of Eli’s mind. Finally, he broke the silence.

“What happened, Sophie?”

“Happened?” she said, pulling back and looking him straight in the eyes. “Nothing happened.”

Her arms were still on his shoulders, and his on her waist. I hadn’t made any changes to Eli, and I didn’t intend to—whatever happened next, I wanted to be entirely of his own volition. It’s just the way I do things—I try not to change people with offering them the wish.

It’s always so interesting seeing what people will do without my direct influence. Of course, I’ve been doing this for a while: I had a pretty good idea of how things were going to go, and Eli didn’t disappoint.

His eyes widened in shock when Sophie started leaning in, but he didn’t pull away. Her lips met his, and after a few stunned seconds, he began to kiss her back.

“Eli…” Sophie said in a soft moan, when she finally drew back. “Oh, god…”

“Oh, god!” Eli echoed. “What the hell, sis?”

I could read exactly what he was going through—his confusion had mixed with arousal and turned to panic. He slapped Sophie’s arms away from his body, and took a step back, staring at her in total shock.

“What the fuck was that??”

“Please,” his sister implored, “I just…I just want to please you.”

She couldn’t have chosen a more perplexing set of words if she’d been trying, and her follow-up only served to baffle Eli further.

“I won’t be happy unless I please you.”

“Sophie, you’re my sister!”

A sultry smile came across her face, as she calculated the most effective way to obey the orders I’d implanted. Reaching down, she began unbuttoning her school blouse, starting from the top.

“Don’t pretend you’ve never thought about it,” she said, her eyes flashing with wicked excitement. “I’m just one room away…don’t pretend you’ve never thought about me undressing…getting changed…showering.”

She was past her bra now, and Eli’s boggling eyes were unable to look away at the glimpse of her bust that had just become visible.

“Surely you know that I masturbate. Are you honestly saying that you’ve never thought about me, just feet away, playing with my self, running my hands all over my body, getting off…”

As she spoke, she continued to undo buttons, until the entire blouse was undone. Shrugging it off, she continued.

“I love you, Eli,” she said, and even without probing into her mind I could tell that she was being sincere. She really did love her brother, and that was what made everything so delicious to watch. “And I just want to please you. Please?”

Eli’s confusion hadn’t abated in the slightest, but as Sophie reached behind her and undid her bra, it was overtaken by lust. He knew what was happening was wrong, but he’d never so much as seen a naked woman before, and here was one stripping for him, begging to please him.

“Soph…” he said, in one final attempt to stop the inevitable.

“Mmmm?” she said, stepping towards him and putting her arms around his neck. Her face was just a few inches from his, but he wasn’t looking at it—all his attention were on Sophie’s exposed breasts, full and plump and topped by hard pink nipples.

“I can’t…” he said, but as Sophie moved one of his unresisting hands to her breast, it was obvious that even he didn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.

“Shhhh,” she said, and as he clumsily groped at her left tit, lifted his face up and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

* * *

That afternoon, they stopped at making out. Eli was far too shy to even consider making a move, and my orders put Sophie under no obligation to push things any further.

Not yet, anyway.

They made out for ten minutes, awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room, until finally Sophie pushed her brother onto the couch and jumped after him, unwillingly enjoying the feeling of his hands on her bare skin.

I hadn’t given her any orders to enjoy it, I should mention. Her instructions were simply to start stripping and offer her body up to her brother. Even the kiss wasn’t my idea—that came entirely from her.

But in my experience, once you start making out with a member of the opposite sex, it doesn’t matter who it’s with—your natural impulses kick in. And so Sophie, much to her horror, was actually enjoying making out with her brother.

They made out for close to an hour, the session broken up only to let Eli suck on the first pair of tits that he’d ever seen. I could see the struggle within him, but you don’t need to have been around as long as I have to know how easily teenage boys can justify anything once sex is involved.

That night, Sophie slipped into her brother’s bed, shushing his surprised reaction.

“I thought this might be nice,” she said with a smile, and I could see a new struggle appear within Eli. On one hand, this was his first chance to jerk off since their encounter earlier that day. On the other hand, there was a smiling topless girl in his bed.

The correct choice soon became clear, and I could sense the young couple spooning as I slipped into Sophie’s abandoned bed to catch some shut-eye myself.

She was a smart lass, and so she’d set an alarm for early the next morning—as soon as she awoke, I did too, admiring the topless girl as she sneaked back into her own room and got dressed once more for school.

That afternoon, Eli was waiting for her when she got home.

“Soph, we need to talk…”

“Sure thing,” she said cheerfully, even as she began to lower her skirt.

“No, no!” Eli said, holding out a hand in protest. “Please—leave that on. We need to talk about…yesterday.”

“Of course,” she said, sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to her. “What’s up?”

“I love you,” he started after taking a seat and letting out a huge sigh.

“I love you too,” Sophie beamed in response.

“…but we can’t make out. That’s incest, sis. It’s wrong!”

Sophie nodded thoughtfully, and Eli continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m super grateful, but…it’s got to stop. Okay?”

“For sure,” Sophie said, the edges of her mouth dropping slightly, and a panic rising in her brain that only I could see. “Can I just ask one question?”

“Anything.”

“Why?”

Eli’s brow furrowed.

“What?”

“Why is it wrong, and why do we have to stop?”

“Well…I mean…it’s…”

“After all,” Sophie said, with a smile that would warm the heart of any man, “it’s not like we’re having _sex_. That would be incest, and I agree—that’s something we can never do.”

_True,_ I thought to myself. _Clever girl._

“But I mean…making out? That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Me and my girlfriends make out all the time.”

Eli’s cock immediately began to grow, as I’m sure Sophie knew it would. _Maybe I should visit schools more often,_ I thought to myself. _If this is how they’re putting teen girls together these days…_

“And besides…didn’t you like it?”

“Of course I did,” Eli said immediately, the hint of sadness in Sophie’s voice hitting all the right buttons. “Believe me—I really, really did.”

“Then we agree,” Sophie grinned. “We won’t go any further than making out.”


	Chapter 2

Sophie kept her top on that afternoon, through the whole hour of making out. Very strategic of her, I thought. She’d planted the seeds, now she just needed to avoid scaring her brother off. Keep things moving, but without going too fast.

To Eli’s credit, he didn’t even attempt to grab her tits through her shirt.

That night, when she sneaked into his bedroom again, she was wearing nothing but a pair of light blue panties, but she’d read her brother almost as well as I could. “It’s under the covers,” he told himself. “It doesn’t really count.”

The next morning, I was annoyed to be woken up half an hour earlier than I had been the previous day. But when I reached out to detect what was happening next door, I could immediately sense the reason for the early alarm.

Eli slept in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, and Sophie had decided to wake him up by simply running the tips of her fingers along his bare skin. When she joined him at night, there was no making out, no hanky-panky at all—it was just a brother and a sister spooning, and it was almost incidental that they were both mostly naked.

But as soon as Eli’s eyes opened that morning, they were met by the sight of his topless sister smiling at him.

“Morning bro,” she said with a grin. “Sleep well?”

Before he could reply at all, his mouth was covered by hers. As a kindness, I reached through the wall and prevented either of them from noticing each other’s morning breath—one could argue that it’s technically against the rules, but: a) there have been innumerable times that I wish my powers could affect myself for that exact reason, and b) I do, after all, _make_ the rules.

Sophie’s hands resumed running all over her brother’s upper half, and after a few seconds of hesitation, Eli mirrored her actions. After a few minutes, she grabbed his hand and moved it to her breast.

“Yes,” she moaned, pulling away from the kiss. “Oh god, Eli, please…that feels so good…”

The resistance sparked up in Eli’s mind again, but this time for only the briefest of moments. Soon, he was enthusiastically tugging at his sister’s breasts. I almost winced at the unsubtle way that he was handling them, but Sophie was that delightful breed of woman who liked it rough, and I could sense her unwilling arousal returning.

The mostly-naked pair continued to make out until Sophie’s second alarm went off, and she again came running into her room before her parents could catch them in their incestous activities. She leaned against the wall, panting (she would normally have thrown herself onto her bed, I’d instructed her to avoid it as long as I was laying there) and shut her eyes, trying to clear her mind.

She may have been forced into a situation she wasn’t happy with, but Sophie was still human, and her teenage hormones wouldn’t let her calm down. After a minute or two, an angry look came across her face, and she moved one hand down her panties (her wish only applied when her brother and her were physically together) and started playing with herself until she came.

Across the wall, I could tell that Eli was masturbating as well. I didn’t look into either of their minds to see what they was thinking. Everyone deserves _some_ privacy, after all.

That, and nothing adds spice like a little bit of mystery.

* * *

That afternoon, as soon as she got home, Eli was all over Sophie. The stunned redhead didn’t even have to make a single move—no sooner had she walked through the door than she found her brother’s lips on hers. Ten minutes later, she was topless, and not long after that, her skirt had been removed as well.

He was kicking his pants off when, to my surprise, Sophie stopped him.

“Eli,” she said softly, looking into his eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

This almost directly opposed my orders, but a quick peek into Sophie’s thoughts and I was once more impressed by the young woman—she was playing the long game. Sophie knew that if he did something he regretted now, she was unlikely to progress any further with him (and just thinking about the ramifications of that chilled her to the bone). By asking the question, she knew one of two things would happen:

Either he’d say no, and things would slow down to a point that he was comfortable with, or he’d say yes, and gain ownership over what happened next. It was a genuinely brilliant move—I’ve altered many hundreds of people in my time, but few have been as interesting to watch as this young pair of siblings.

He hummed and haw’d for a few seconds, but finally nodded.

“I’m sure,” he said, and kicked off his pants.

Eli thought they were going to have sex that day. Even if I couldn’t read minds, I’d still have been sure of it. But for obvious reasons, Sophie had something else in mind—reaching down his pants, she grabbed her younger brother’s erection and smiled.

“Do you like that?” she asked, and he nodded earnestly.

“Good,” she said, and slowly began stroking it.

Although he’d already cum once that day, it was barely a minute before Eli found himself tensing up. Sophie pulled away from the kiss and began to whisper in her brother’s ear.

“Cum for me,” she said. “Please…that’s so hot…”

With a whimper, Eli fulfilled his sister’s request. Perhaps predicting the guilt that was likely to immediately follow, Sophie withdrew her hand immediately and began slowly licking Eli’s juices off it.

“Wow,” he said, too stunned to even feel bad. “Jesus, sis, you’re…”

“What?” she said with a grin, suddenly playful. “Last week you said I was a pest.”

“You are,” he said, returning her smile. “But sometimes you’re all right.”

Sophie leaned in to give him a kiss on the lips, before skipping away to the shower.

He lasted much longer that night, when she jerked him off into his boxers once again, immediately before the two of them snuggled up and went to sleep.

* * *

“Mmmm…”

Eli woke up to an unusual sensation. His sister was under the covers, his boxers were nowhere to be found, and her mouth was wrapped around her cock.

The previous day’s activities had left Sophie aroused, confused and frustrated—frustrated because she couldn’t get off, not as long as Eli was in the room. She’d spent all night grinding up against him, and awoken even before her alarm. She’d considered slipping back into her room to masturbate again, but decided to instead fulfill a fantasy she’d long had—waking someone up with head.

The act was in line with my instructions, but that was almost irrelevant—she wasn’t used to being this turned on, and it was starting to affect her actions almost as much as my directions.

“Sophie!” Eli said in a frantic whisper, not sure quite how he was supposed to react. His sister showed no sign of slowing down, however, and so after the shortest struggle so far, he lay back and allowed her talented mouth to go to work.

Before long, her brother was pumping his seed into her mouth. She swallowed it down, and emerged from the bedsheets.

“Hi,” she said with a shy smile. I would have assumed that was another ploy to avoid scaring her brother off, but the shyness was genuine—I think taking her brother’s member into her mouth had finally confirmed that this was _real_ , not just something she could wait out until her second wish.

“Hi,” he said back. There was an awkward pause between them. Sophie considered leaning in for a kiss, but after remembering where her mouth had just been, decided against it.

“You taste good,” she finally said, but without the confidence of the previous day, it didn’t come across as nearly as sexy.

“Thanks,” he replied, still smiling. Before either of them could say another word, Sophie left the room.

I decided to let her have the bed. Sitting at her desk, I watched as the teenage girl ran into her room, threw herself onto the bed, and got off. Then she cried. And then she got off again.

That afternoon, she was clearly feeling a lot better. She’d spent most of the day deciding out what to do—firstly, whether to slow things down after the weirdness of that morning, and secondly…how to deal with how much she was enjoying making her brother cum.

By the time Eli got home, she still hadn’t made a decision. Fortunately, she didn’t have to—Eli had made the decision for her.

Her brother didn’t say a word as he came home. Just as he had the day before, he marched right up to her. Unlike the previous day, however, he didn’t start with a kiss.

He started by unbuttoning her shirt.

In any other situation, Sophie would have objected, or at least said something. But she knew that by denying him now, she could ruin things forever…and so she stood still, trembling slightly, as her brother slowly stripped her of her blouse.

Her bra was quick to follow, and less than two minutes after her brother got home, Sophie was standing in front of him, topless, with no idea what was going to happen next.

After fumbling with his belt buckle, he lowered his pants, and his boxers as well. For the first time, Sophie could see her brother’s erection—it was around five inches long, a respectable length for his age. He didn’t say anything, just pushed on her shoulders.

Taking the hint, Sophie knelt before her brother, and quickly lowered her mouth over his genitals.

* * *

That night, Sophie sneaked into Eli’s room again. He was facing the wall, so she just lay next to him in silence. After blowing his load into her mouth earlier that day, they still hadn’t said anything, just redressed and gone their separate ways.

Finally, he turned to face her.

“Sorry, sis,” he whispered into the darkness.

I could tell that Sophie was uncomfortable with his behavior, but she didn’t want to run the risk of ending things forever, so she smiled.

“It’s okay, bro,” she said. “I get it.”

There was a pause.

“Besides,” she added in a whisper, with an honesty that surprised all three of us, “it was kind of hot.”

* * *

The next morning was a weekend, and so Sophie’s alarm had been set particularly early, in case some kind of family outing was in the works. She again woke Eli with a blow-job, but instead of running out straight away, lay there with a smile as he sucked on her nipples until the second alarm rang. He was hard again when she left, but as Sophie returned to her room, I noted that he showed no sign of going to relieve himself—it seemed that he was growing accustomed to his older sister taking care of that for him.

Good.

I had other business to attend to over the weekend, and when I returned on Monday afternoon, I walked in on Sophie fellating her brother in the living room again. A quick probe into their minds told me that nothing much had changed—they’d found reason to sneak away seven times during the weekend, and Eli was getting more and more used to shooting his load down his sister’s throat.

Sophie, for her part, hadn’t even noticed that she was growing less disgusted by the act each time it happened. She loved giving head—she found her younger brother’s stifled moans a huge turn-on, and the sense of control that she got from making him cum was a greater aphrodisiac than anything she’d ever known. Twice a day, she was finding herself with her hands down her pants, frigging herself to orgasm.

I normally give the second wish when I feel like there’s nothing more to observe, once the story has been told. But there was something in this young couple that intrigued me, and so I decided to stick around and see how things developed.

After she swallowed his load, Sophie had a shower. She didn’t get herself off in the bathroom, however—she waited until she was back in her room, with a fresh pair of panties on, where I was amused to walk in on her a few minutes later, trying something new:

She was touching herself over the panties, learning to reach orgasm without having to take them off.

Interesting.


	Chapter 3

The next time Sophie went down on her brother, she experimented with touching herself. She didn’t get off—a large part of her focus was still on perfecting her oral technique, and I knew that she wouldn’t do anything to risk putting her own pleasure in front of her brother’s.

But as she reached between her legs, her whole body twitched, and I saw Eli’s eyes widen in shock. His awkwardness had made it clear that these interactions with his sister were the first sexual contact he’d ever had, and despite Sophie’s mention of touching herself, I doubt he’d really pictured exactly what that meant.

His breathing increased, and Sophie and I were equally stunned as he grabbed her hair and started roughly fucking her throat. Before long, he was shooting his load into his gasping sister’s mouth.

Their memories told me that after each previous encounter, his sister had made sure everything was normal straight after he came…at least, as normal as their incestuous liaisons could be. But as Sophie sat back, stunned, her throat sore and her sense of safety gone, the silence stretched on for an eternity.

“Thanks,” Eli eventually mumbled, and ran back into his room.

A single tear ran down Sophie’s face before she did the same.

* * *

The awkwardness of that encounter didn’t manage to slow the pair down at all. Sophie’s strict instructions meant that she knew she had to mend the bridge as quickly as she could, so less than two hours later, she was in her brother’s room, on her knees, draining his cock of cum.

This time, she made sure to take control of the situation. She sat back on his bed, even as his cum was traveling down her bruised throat, tilted her head to the side, and smiled.

“So,” she said lightly, “you ever seen a girl play with themselves before?”

Eli shook his head, and her smile broadened. She brought her fingers to her mouth, and his eyes followed them as they moved down, pausing briefly to tug roughly at her nipples, and then moving between her legs.

For obvious reasons she didn’t push her panties to the side (I’d gone with a less strict—but more fair—interpretation of her wish. Crotchless panties were out, as were those panties with the inward-facing sex toys. As long as she was in the room with her brother, below-the-waist penetration was out of the question).

Instead, she slowly traced patterns on the gusset. Eli was staring rapturously at every move her fingers made, and when a damp spot appeared—and began to slowly grow—his mouth dropped open.

For her part, Sophie was staring directly at her brother’s entranced face. A pink tinge had appeared on her face, and even though I knew she was doing this as a part of her instructions, it was pretty clear that she was enjoying it.

Soon, Eli was rock hard again, and it was to her brother’s cock that Sophie turned her attention. Her fingers began rubbing her crotch more firmly, and soon the redheaded teen was panting and whimpering slightly with pleasure.

“Oh,” she gasped, as Eli’s hand moved to his cock, and he started slowly stroking himself. “Oh…”

“God, sis,” Eli stammered. “I just…wow.”

“Please,” she moaned. “Please, Eli…cum for me. Please.”

“Really?” he asked, nervously, and her eyes rolled back in her head. I could tell that she was getting close.

“Please,” she panted. “Cum…cum on me.”

“What?”

“Cum on me, Eli. Please. Please…I want it so bad. Cum on me.”

Eli got onto his knees, his hard cock pointed directly at his sister’s face. I could hear their parent’s car pulling up into the drive—I typically don’t like to interfere with people outside the wish, but I made sure that the masturbating duo couldn’t hear their arrival, and ensured that the parents were distracted by a chatty neighbor.

I didn’t want anything to interrupt the show developing in front of me.

“Ungh!”

Sophie’s body began quaking as her orgasm hit. The sight of his sister losing control was all it took to push Eli over the edge—he urgently pumped his cock, cumming for the second time in thirty minutes.

His load—not quite as plentiful as the previous two had been—shot out and hit his sister on her face, her exposed breasts. She lay back with pleasure, allowing her brother’s seed to slowly slide down onto her stomach, and then dribble down the sides.

The sound of the front door opening made her open her eyes in shock.

“Shower!” Eli hissed, and she nodded, frantically running into the upstairs bathroom while he got redressed, and sprayed his deodorant into the air to mask the smell of cum.

Out of curiosity, I checked the parents—they didn’t suspect a thing of their children. Why would they? Just to be safe, I made a few more tweaks. Now, unless they actually caught their kids in the act, they would be none the wiser as to their activities.

I was interested in the direction these siblings were taking things, and being interrupted by their parents was the least interesting direction that things could go.

* * *

Over the next three weeks, small patterns began to emerge. Every day, Sophie would get Eli off two or three times. Mostly with her mouth, but sometimes he’d order her to play with himself while he came onto her face or tits.

I say “order”—at first it was a mumbling request, the type you’d expect from an insecure boy who’s been given a great gift. But as it became clear that Sophie was sincere in her desires to please him, he started to grow more confident. Once or twice he entered her room uninvited, insisted that she drop whatever she was doing, and forced her mouth to his cock.

She responded enthusiastically—I a day or two trying to decide whether she was feigning the enthusiasm or whether Eli’s sister had a genuinely submissive streak.

It wasn’t until I noticed that she was more likely to play with herself on these occasions that I reached a conclusion. She’d always touch herself when he requested it, but on the rare occasion that he ordered her to suck him off with no foreplay, or fucked her throat with no regard for her feelings, she’d sneak a hand between her legs whether or not he was watching for it.

I’m stumbled across quite a pair.

The wish was simple—nothing under the panties. To ensure that it was upheld, I made sure that Eli never broke it either. He had no idea about me, about his sister’s situation, or about the condition that she’d wished for, but he would never try to remove her panties. He’d never push them to the side, he’d never complain about them being there.

And so—considering his lack of awareness of the situation—it surprised me that it was almost three full weeks before he tried to take things to the next level.

Eli had just been awoken by his sister’s mouth on his cock. Most nights she slept in bed with him, sneaking out in the morning (although my meddling ensured that even if they were caught, the parents wouldn’t think twice about it, simply considering it a cute throwback to their youth or something similar).

Some nights, he would get off inside her mouth or on her chest and face and then push her out of bed. To my surprise, the issue wasn’t cuddling up with his cum-coated sister; some nights, he just liked to sleep alone.

On this morning, he’d told her to sleep in her own bed that night, but she’d still sneaked in to see if he wanted a blowjob before school.

“Hey sis,” he’d said groggily, smiling down at her big green eyes as she blew him. “Mmm, that’s good.”

“Thanks,” she said with a grin, before returning her mouth to his cock. She’d woken up almost fifteen minutes before coming into his room—constantly being used for sex, even by her brother, had caused Sophie’s libido to spike, and so she’d gotten herself off before paying her brother his morning visit.

Through her panties, of course. That was now the only way she got off.

“God,” he said. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

Sophie’s eyes widened with shock. They hadn’t discussed it, not since that first time, but the unspoken agreement was that what they were doing wasn’t _sex_.

It was just oral! It was fooling around.

“Mmmm,” she moaned noncommittally.

Eli’s eyes opened, and he sat up slightly, watching Sophie hungrily follow his cock up the bed.

“I mean it,” he said. “I want to fuck you.”

I couldn’t help but grin. I hadn’t spent the entirety of the last three weeks with these two—there’s only so many times you can watch a teenager suck her brother off, after all—but I’d found myself coming back over and over, compelled to know what would happen next.

I’d put Sophie in quite the predicament. Her wish was binding—even if she _wanted_ to fuck her brother, her wish ensured that she couldn’t. What’s more, she couldn’t tell him a thing—not about me, not about the wish, not how their current situation had started.

I had been wondering when Eli would try to bring things to the next level. For most teenage boys, a cock-hungry redhead sucking you off daily would be more than a dream come true.

But something had told me it would be worth it to stick around, and the boy hadn’t disappointed.

There was a long pause—to Eli, I suspect it looked like Sophie was thinking things over. In truth, she was most likely panicking—trying to work out how to get out of this without the option of telling her brother the truth.

Without being able to tell her brother anything.

As she thought, her hand continued to pump up and down her brother’s erection. Finally, a sad look appeared on her face, and she slowly shook her head before returning to the blowjob.

My powers are plentiful, but perhaps the one I’m proudest of is the power of my self-control. It was deeply, deeply tempting to delve into Eli’s mind right then and there, to see exactly what his reaction to the rejection was. It helped that I knew it would always be accessible, that at any point I could dive in and see what his memory of that moment was…but memories are so often colored by later events, and I knew I’d never again have the chance to see exactly how he perceived that raw moment.

But I held back. To know his exact reaction would be to know how the rest of the story proceeded, and I was having far too much fun seeing it play out in realtime to ruin that.

Neither sibling said a word. Sophie finished her blowjob—Eli reached down and grabbed her head at the moment of his climax, but tenderly, not forcefully. As his sister dutifully swallowed down his seed and swayed out of his room, he looked after her thoughtfully.

That night, while their parents were watching television, Eli pulled his sister aside for another blowjob. As her mouth wrapped around his cock, he repeated the request.

“I want to fuck you.”

Again, she merely shook her head, and finished sucking him off. This time, as he came, his thrusts were more aggressive than normal.

It’s hard to be frustrated when your balls are being perpetually emptied, but somehow Eli was managing.

Over the next three days, he asked her several more times. Each time, she merely shook her head in response. Once or twice, he tried to probe further, but Sophie would always find an excuse to leave, or just start sucking him off again.

It turns out sexual distraction is a spectacular way to change the subject when dealing with a teenage boy.

Finally, Sophie and Eli were alone. Their parents had gone furniture shopping, and Sophie had almost immediately stripped down. More and more she was spending her time around the house wearing nothing but panties, ready to be used by her brother whenever he wanted her.

“Sophie,” he said as she entered the room, “Do you want to fuck me?”

I could practically hear Sophie’s heart beginning to race. She hadn’t been a great liar even before becoming her brother’s sexual slave—now, she was so accustomed to being completely exposed, the idea of lying to him probably hadn’t occurred to her for weeks.

I, too, was wondering what the answer to that question was. In my time, I’ve seen people justify all manner of things to themselves—“it’s not incest, it’s only oral” would be far from the greatest stretch I’d encountered.

But I’d seen the way Sophie looked at her brother. I’d seen her bring herself off, panting with pleasure, mouthing his name. His cock had become the centerpiece of her young life, and his arousal was something she thought about day and night.

_Did_ she want to fuck him?

“No,” she replied stammeringly, and it was clear to both Eli and myself that she was lying.

Before he could respond, she sat beside him on the couch, and leaned in to kiss him.

Another fascinating aspect of this relationship was how infrequently they kissed. I’d never specified a quota or anything like that, but…considering how the relationship had started, I’d have thought making out would be a regular facet of their sex life.

Instead, it was a rarely encountered phenomenon. A reluctance to kiss after a blowjob I understood, but frequently they wouldn’t even peck before them. Sleepily waking up beside them was the most common time that they would lock lips, but aside from that, it was not a standard part of their foreplay.

And then, to my delight, she took his hand and placed it between her legs.

After a quick check that the restrictions I’d placed on Eli’s actions were still in place, I sat back and enjoyed the sight of the young man’s first encounter with a pussy. Panty-clad, of course, but still wet and willing.

He had no idea what he was doing, but that was to be expected. Sophie, for her part, managed to strike a good balance between feigning extreme arousal (and I’d seen her get off enough to know that she _was_ faking it) and offering tips and advice.

Despite his clumsy fumbling, despite the layer of cloth and his total inexperience, it only took the lad twenty minutes before his sister was shaking with orgasm.

All three of us left the room with a huge grin on our face. Eli, for obvious reasons. Sophie, because she thought she’d managed to distract her brother—at least for the moment—from his preoccupation with fucking him.

And me, because I’d seen the truth.

She hadn’t distracted him at all. She’d inadvertently told him that she _did_ want to fuck him—and that if he got her turned on enough, she’d do it.


	Chapter 4

It was a full week before Eli brought the matter up again. He had a new obsession—getting his sister off—and it was something he wanted to practice at every opportunity. Every morning and every night, he’d rub Sophie between the legs until she came. It got to the point where she stopped masturbating entirely (something that he’d done a long time ago), so reliable were her brother-induced orgasms.

But where she thought she’d gotten off the hook, I knew that she was just digging the hole even deeper. Her brother was growing increasingly obsessed with her pussy, and the fact that he’d never seen her without panties on was just amplifying his curiosity.

He started jerking off onto her crotch, and then rubbing his cream into her panties as he got her off. I don’t know if Sophie was on birth control—honestly, I didn’t particularly care. It might sound cold, but I’ve seen thousands born into much worse conditions. A baby born to a middle-class teenager and her brother would be better taken care of than millions I’d seen, no matter how unwanted it might have been.

Her tutelage continued—I was delighted to see her learning about her own sexuality as she taught him what she liked. Rough nipple play I’d already observed as a turn-on, but as she admitted that to him, it was clear that it wasn’t a desire she’d previously been aware she possessed.

To my surprise, at no point did “kissing” come up as a foreplay option. I suspect it was something that they were both equally uncomfortable discussing—and perhaps even doing. No matter how many thousands of people you observe in their most intimate moments, there’s always room to be surprised.

And so it was the next weekend before Eli went to work. For the first time since their sexual relationship had begun, he sneaked into her room—I’d already considered this eventuality, and made sure that Sophie slept with panties on.

When he pulled the covers off his sleeping sister, he was visibly disappointed by the continued presence of cock-blocking cloth covering her privates.

As she slept, he began running his hand up and down her body, exactly as she’d instructed him. She moaned softly in her sleep as he brushed his hands over her breasts, and as she began to squirm, he moved his mouth over her nipples and lightly nibbled them.

Sophie’s eyes fluttered open, and she looked around groggily as Eli’s hands continued to roam around her body. He made eye contact with her and smiled up at her; she smiled back.

For a moment she started to get up, but her younger brother shushed her, and moved his mouth to her panties.

Reflexively I checked to make sure the restrictions were still there. Once I’d confirmed that they were, I sat back, curious to see where the boy was going with this.

His tongue began traveling up and down the cloth of his sister’s panties. I could practically see the obsession in his eyes—he wanted nothing more than to see what was under them, but for reasons he couldn’t understand, it wasn’t an option. All he could do was imagine.

Reaching up, he began tracing the outline of her pussy lips with his hands, even as his tongue attempted to find her clitoris through the material of her underwear. He’d gotten quite good at doing this with his hands, but this was his first attempt with his tongue, and so it took him almost a minute before his sister’s soft moan told him he’d found the spot.

Sophie reached up and began pulling and tugging at her nipples as her brother practically worshipped her panty-clad pussy. I was again tempted to peek into her mind, to see if there was a sense of worry, a realization that her plan had backfired, but I exercised my self-control once more, and sat back to watch everything unfold.

Quickly, quietly, and surprisingly expertly, Eli brought his sister to the brink of orgasm.

“Please,” she moaned quietly. “Please. Eli, please…”

A smile crept across his face, and all of a sudden, he stopped. Sophie groaned with arousal and frustration; by my estimation, she’d been moments away from cumming.

“Please…” she sighed. “Please!”

Eli moved up until he was beside his sister on the bed. He intensely stared at her for a few seconds, then surprised me by kissing her. Sharply, passionately. When he withdrew, she was gasping with arousal.

“Please,” she repeated.

“I want to fuck you,” he responded.

I leaned forward, not wanting to miss a second of it. The look of shock, of realization. Sophie’s freckled face came alive with a blur of emotions, and I drank it in. No story will ever compete with the human condition for drama, and I was loving every second of this real-life tale.

It took a moment for Sophie to process what had happened, what _was_ happening.

And once she had, a look of sadness crossed her face, and she shook her head.

“Now,” Eli said. “I want to fuck you. Now.”

“We can’t…” she said. “I’m…I’m sorry.”

If Eli had been standing, he would certainly have staggered back at the response. The poor boy looked like he’d been slapped in the face. All at once, he felt betrayed, embarrassed. Like all teenage boys, he was aware of his inexperience in sexual matters—for once, he’d thought he was playing the game right, ahead of the curve and reading the signals.

Instead, he’d made a fool of himself.

Blood rushed to his face, and I saw his eyes grow wet.

“I have to go,” he mumbled, and he ran out of the room, not even getting dressed. I quickly checked—their parents were still asleep.

Sophie didn’t know that, and so she quickly slipped on a gown before chasing after him.

“Eli!”

His locked bedroom door did not respond.

“Eli, I’m…I’m sorry.”

Nothing.

* * *

The next twenty-four hours were tense. A Saturday, the kids didn’t even have school to diffuse the situation. Their parents (possibly with a bit of coaxing from me) decided to go on an overnight fishing trip, and so the two hormone-filled teenagers were left alone.

The moment the car left the driveway, Sophie stripped off. She changed into her favorite pair of panties—a lace pair of boy short panties that she knew Eli loved.

No matter what she called through the door, her brother refused to respond, and so she resorted to camping out in the hall, waiting for him to leave the room.

Finally, almost ten hours after he’d fled from her bedroom that morning, he unlocked his door and came out.

“Eli, please…” she said, but he walked past her, stony-faced, and locked the bathroom door behind him.

When he came out, he was surprised by what he saw. I’d watched Sophie pacing back and forth, trying to come up with a solution. She knew the consequences if things went sour, and I knew that she’d do anything she could to avoid them.

When Eli emerged from the bathroom, he was met by the sight of Sophie kneeling in front of the door, her arms behind her back, her eyes closed and her mouth open.

The teenage boy paused, and took a moment to think. To her credit, Sophie’s eyes didn’t open—they didn’t even twitch. She just knelt patiently, expectantly, and waited to see how the dice would land.

By that point it had been almost 18 hours since Eli had cum. Normally that wouldn’t be a huge deal, except over the last month he’d grown used to having his balls drained at least twice a day, and more often every few hours.

I was impressed—and a little surprised—when Eli stepped around his sister, and returned to his room, locking the door behind him.

At the sound of failure, Sophie’s eyes reopened, and she began to silently cry. I knew how much she’d hated rejecting her brother that morning. Not that I felt sorry for her—after all, it was her wish.

* * *

If there was one thing I’d learned about my victims, it’s that they didn’t give up.

Not that they had a whole lot of choice, that is.

I’m sure Sophie was tempted to get dressed, go out with friends, get away from the situation and lead a normal teenage life for a few hours.

Instead, she doubled down.

Here’s something I didn’t know before meeting Sophie: without cutting or altering the fabric at all, it’s possible to shorten a skirt. I watched admiringly as Sophie adorned her school uniform, and then proceeded to alter it before my very eyes.

The top was easy—she unbuttoned several of the buttons, and carefully arranged the fabric to show maximum cleavage. She rolled up the waistband, somehow turning a knee-length skirt into one that barely hid her lacy panties, and—to my delight—put on knee-high socks and sensible black school shoes.

I half expected her to return to her brother’s door, and kneel in front of it until he was forced to visit the bathroom again.

Instead, she played on another base human need. She called for pizza, and put a loaf of garlic bread in the oven, filling the house with its smell. I mentally tweaked the pizza order to include an extra pizza for me (I, after all, need to eat as well) and smiled as she knocked on her brother’s door.

“Food’s ready in half an hour!” she sang out gaily, and I could almost hear Eli’s stomach rumble through the door.

When he finally emerged, he was obviously shocked to find his sister dressed as a schoolgirl fantasy, her face bright red. (She had forgotten what she was wearing when she answered the door to the pizza delivery man, and been surprised by his appreciative stare.)

The two ate in silence. Sophie took every opportunity she could to bounce up and out of her chair, drawing attention to her long legs, her short skirt, and the full breasts which had attracted me to her in the first place. She doted on her brother, fetching him a can of coke without being asked, collecting napkins for him when he was finished. It was hard for her to find opportunities to bend over, but she managed—I swear, she spent more of that meal flashing her brother than she did sitting and eating.

When they were done, Sophie cleaned up, but before Eli could return to his room, she made her move.

Without a word, she knelt in front of him, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth.

Full of pizza, turned on by his sister’s antics (I assumed), and having gone a full twenty-four hours without being brought to orgasm, Eli succumbed to the temptation. He unzipped his trousers—a noise, I noticed, which sent a tremble through Sophie’s body—and wordlessly moved his cock towards his sister’s mouth.

Before he could reach it, Eli shocked both of us by reaching down and slapping Sophie across the face. Not hard, not with the obvious intent of harming her, but firmly. Assertively.

I could tell Sophie hadn’t been expecting that, and it was an obvious struggle for her to maintain her position, to keep her eyes closed, and to stop herself from crying. After twenty seconds had passed, Eli seemed confident that his sister wasn’t going to retaliate and that she wasn’t going to leave.

He moved his cock forward, and her lips gratefully closed over it.

As he began roughly face-fucking his sister, I noticed one of her hands move between her legs. A few minutes later, as he came into her mouth and onto her face, Sophie’s body shook with orgasm as well.


	Chapter 5

That was the start of a new relationship dynamic between Sophie and her brother. They didn’t really talk much after that (at least, not when they were alone). Eli would just enter his sister’s room, pull his cock out, and roughly fuck her mouth until he came. Sometimes he’d pull out and spray it over her body—even when she was wearing clothes. Sometimes he’d watch with a sneer as she swallowed it down.

I never saw them kiss again, and Eli never went near his sister’s panties.

Gone was the nervous exploration, the kind and caring sibling relationship. It seemed clear that Eli hadn’t forgiven his sister, and that as far as he was concerned, she was only useful for him to cum into.

For her part, Sophie stopped trying to ask forgiveness, or make the relationship anything more than it was. I think she was afraid that if she tried to address the issues, they’d lose what they had—and that, as I’d made clear in our first meeting, was unacceptable.

They no longer slept in the same bed, although once or twice Eli would come in while his sister was sleeping and dry-hump her until she woke up. I almost felt sorry for the boy—it was obvious that he so desperately wanted to fuck, but for reasons he had no way of understanding, that wasn’t allowed.

He could cum on his sister’s face, he could roughly fuck her mouth, he could lay back and let her lovingly blow him, he could rub her to orgasm (not that he did, any more)…but he couldn’t go under the panties.

Things settled into a routine, and after a week and a half, I was almost ready to call it quits. I’d given a first wish to a homophobic gymnast half a town over, and I was preparing to move my attention to him when…things got interesting.

I never followed Sophie and Eli to school, and after their own private extra-curricular activities began, neither of them had ever brought friends back to the house.

But the day before I was preparing to give Sophie her second wish, Eli surprised me by walking into Sophie’s room after school, friend in tow.

“Eli!” she yelped, covering up her generous breasts. She was so used to stripping down as soon as she got home, she’d done it without thinking.

“Lower your hands,” Eli said firmly, and I grinned. He’d been such a sweet, innocent boy when I’d first met him, and now…

Now he was much more interesting.

Technically, Sophie didn’t _have_ to obey Eli in this situation. Her instructions had never involved other people. She was only obliged to obey her brother as long as it kept him interested, and I’d have been surprised if refusing to flash Eli’s friend had resulted in him losing interest in fucking her face several times a day.

But just as Eli had lost his innocence over the last few months, Sophie’s had been slipping away by the day as well. She’d learned a lot about her sexual side, and I detected a hint of excitement in her as she slowly lowered her hands, displaying her large breasts to Eli’s friend.

“Wow,” he said.

“What’d I tell you?” Eli said, as if Sophie wasn’t even in the room. “She’s a total slut.”

The familiar pink tinge returned to Sophie’s cheeks as Eli stepped forward and pinched her nipple. It hardened immediately.

“You weren’t wrong,” his friend replied.

“Want her to suck you off?”

“Eli!” Sophie exclaimed, but much quieter. Her blush intensified, and I think I was the only person in the room to notice a small wet spot appear between her legs.

“Get on your knees,” Eli said calmly, and there was only the briefest of hesitations before Sophie knelt in front of the two teenage boys.

“Wow,” Eli’s friend said, and within a few seconds his hard cock was out, and Sophie’s mouth was wrapped around it.

I was surprised to notice that she didn’t play with herself as she sucked him off. I’m guessing she was worried about seeming slutty or some other illogical fear. It’s something I’ve seen a hundred times—sucking a cock is fine, but getting off while you do which is unseemly.

After sucking Eli’s friend off, Eli wanted a turn. Then Eli’s friend wanted to go again, but Eli refused.

“My parents are coming home soon, man.”

“Aw, c’mon.”

“No I’m serious. But I’ll tell you what—come around any time. Sophie’s always up for it.”

Sophie’s eyes widened slightly at the statement, neither of the boys were looking at her to notice it. She didn’t say anything to protest her brother’s offer, and so Eli arranged for his friend to come around again the next day.

I have no idea how popular Eli was before he started pimping out his sister, but over the next ten days, eight different friends came over to enjoy her oral pleasures. By the third day, Sophie seemed to completely lose her hangups, and soon she was cumming almost every time she swallowed down the cum of one of Eli’s friends.

It didn’t take long for the appeal to wear off for the teenage boy—at first he seemed to get a great deal of pleasure watching his sister suck off his friends, but it wasn’t long before he was inviting two or three friends over at once and playing video games with the others while Sophie pleasured one in her bedroom.

One of them, Jamal, seemed a bit older than the others, and I suspect he was a “friend” of Eli’s purely for the fringe benefits. Most of Eli’s friends had—bafflingly—a similar level of enthusiasm for the shoot’em up games they were playing as they did for getting sucked off by his busty sister, but Jamal’s heart was clearly never in the video game.

The second time he came over, Eli was well and truly over the sight of watching his sister give head, and so when Jamal went into Sophie’s room, I managed to follow him right before he shut the door.

“Hey,” he said, and Sophie blushed. Until now, everyone had followed Eli’s example, never addressing Sophie directly except to instruct her on what they wanted.

“Hey,” Sophie replied.

“I want to go down on you,” he said, and Sophie’s eyes flicked around the room. She, like her brother’s friends, had mostly been following his lead. The guys would come in, she’d suck them off, and then she’d return to her homework and pretend she was a normal girl for a few hours, before her brother’s nightly blowjob.

“Uh…”

“C’mon,” he said with a grin. “Eli doesn’t have to know.”

“Sure,” Sophie said uncertainly, and almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Jamal had pulled her towards the bed.

“Lie down,” he said. “You’re going to like this.”

Sophie continued blushing and glancing around, as if her brother was going to burst in at any moment and yell at her, but when Jamal’s dark hands started pulling her panties down, she tried to sit up.

“Oh!” she yelped, but Jamal shushed her. “Trust me,” he said, and she nervously lay back down.

I tilted my head to the side. I was fairly sure this didn’t count as a rule infraction—the wish had clearly been that _her brother_ couldn’t do anything under her panties, not that no one could. On the other hand, she wouldn’t know Jamal if it wasn’t for her brother…but then again, she played with herself without panties a number of times in that first week, and _that_ certainly wouldn’t have happened (at least not with such frequency) without her interactions with her brother.

Besides, she could have said no at any time. I decided to let it slide. The rules, after all, were mostly there for my amusement.

I don’t know whether Jamal had experience in the cunnilingus department, he was a lucky novice, or if Sophie was just particularly turned on, but it wasn’t long before Sophie was writhing in pleasure on the bed.

“Please,” she moaned. “Please!”

Jamal paused.

“Please what?” he asked.

“Please, don’t stop…”

“Oh.”

As he resumed lapping away at Sophie’s clit, I wondered if her mind was going down the same path as mine. Just three weeks ago, her brother had been in the same position, trying to turn her on enough to say yes to sex.

And she’d wanted to. We both knew she’d wanted to. But the wish wasn’t going to stop Jamal. That, and he wasn’t her brother…

“Please,” she whispered.

“What?” Jamal said, smiling up at her.

“Please…”

Her response was so soft that I couldn’t hear her from across the room, but a quick prod into Jamal’s mind told me exactly what she’d said.

That is, if his actions hadn’t made it clear enough.

As he fumblingly stretched a condom around his thick cock, I sat back, marveling at the unusual twists and turns that life brings you. When Sophie had made her wish, I never would have guessed that it would have led to her being fucked by one of her brother’s friends…no, that didn’t even scratch the surface.

I never would have guessed that it would have led to her losing her virginity to a stranger from her brother’s school.

And yet, here we were. I quickly scanned the rest of the house—as per the rules of Sophie’s original wish, Eli wasn’t allowed in the room; not as long as anything was happening under the panties. Fortunately, he was in the middle of a level, and had no intention of interrupting what he assumed to be one of his sister’s standard blowjob.

Bringing my attention back to the action, I was glad to see that Sophie was having a good time. Losing one’s virginity can be tough, but Jamal’s foreplay seemed to have done the trick, and Sophie was having a thoroughly good time.

Later, when I explored her memories of this moment, I would learn of the significance that it had. Her wish hadn’t just hurt her brother, it had hurt her. Just as he’d become completely obsessed with his sister’s cunt, she’d been unable to stop thinking about what sex _was_ like.

Even as he began treating her like an object, she’d continued obsessing, dreaming and fantasizing about her brother fucking her. The two had become each other’s sexual obsessions, and even as Jamal took her virginity, she was imagining that it was Eli.

Before long, Jamal was moaning that he was about to cum. Sophie reached down between her legs, and managed to time her orgasm to meet his—an impressive feat for her first time, but something she’d grown quite skilled at while performing fellatio.

“Wow,” he said as he rolled off her.

“Wow,” she agreed, and gave him a shy smile in return, as if she’d just realized for the first time that he was her age, not several years younger.

This day just kept getting more interesting.

* * *

While Sophie lay on her bed, freshly fucked and dreaming of teenage romance, I followed Jamal out to the den, where he didn’t hesitate in boasting of his conquest.

“Your sister’s great,” he said casually.

“Yeah,” Eli said, focusing on the game. “She gives good head.”

“She’s a good fuck, too.”

Eli put his controller down, ignoring the cries of objection from his team-mates in the game.

“What?”

“I said, she’s a good fuck.”

“You fucked my sister?”

“Yeah,” Jamal said with a grin.

To his credit, Eli didn’t take a swing at his black friend. He paused, reflected on what had just been said, and then picked up his controller again.

By this point, the rest of the teens had realized what Jamal was talking about, and began harassing him for details. Eli quickly won the game, and quietly asked everyone to leave.

“Hey can we fuck Sophie as well?” one of his friends asked.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” he said, closed the door, and went to visit his sister in her room.


	Chapter 6

Eli walked into his sister’s room (I’d made sure she was wearing panties again) and dropped his trousers. Sophie immediately dropped to her knees, and after a few minutes of fellatio, he pulled out.

“I want to fuck you,” he said, and Sophie’s face dropped. She shook her head, and tried to go back to sucking her little brother off.

“I want to fuck you,” he said again.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I…I can’t.”

“Get on the bed,” Eli said, and Sophie paused.

“I can’t…”

“Get on the bed!” he said, raising his voice for the first time in weeks. Sophie scampered across the room.

“All fours,” he instructed, and she did as her little brother commanded.

Positioning himself behind her, he began to slowly slide his cock up and down her silk panties.

“I want to fuck you,” he repeated.

Sophie said nothing.

“I want to fuck you.”

Silence.

For the next ten minutes, Eli dry-humped his sister in a variety of positions. The wish ensured that there was never any risk of penetration, but by the time their parents were due to arrive home, Sophie’s silk panties were soaked, and Eli was practically bursting with frustration.

“I want to fuck you,” he said, one last time, and when Sophie shook her head, I could tell the teenage boy was holding back tears.

“Fuck you,” he said, and slapped his sister across the face. Again, not hard enough to leave a mark or throw her across the room, but certainly hard enough to take her by surprise.

“You’re a dirty little slut,” he sneered, and began jerking himself off. “You’re a worthless fucking cunt. You’re just a little whore, a cum-bucket. Say it. Say you’re a little cum-bucket whore.”

“I’m a little cum-bucket whore,” Sophie replied breathily.

If I had to guess, I’d say she’d just discovered another turn-on.

“I’m a dirty little slut.”

“Yeah you are,” Eli grunted, and began spraying his older sister’s body with his cum.

“Don’t wash that off,” he instructed, and Sophie nodded in response, her body writhing with need.

* * *

Eli’s friends continued coming over, and they continued spending time alone with Sophie. I never saw Jamal again, but Eli went from proudly whoring his sister out to a strict “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy.

When his friends went into his sister’s room, he forbade them from talking about what they did in there, and they heeded his request. At least, while he was around.

One or two of them stuck to blowjobs, but most of them began using Sophie for sex. I never saw any of them go down on her, but I was spending more and more time with the homophobic gymnast and his new dom, so it’s possible that it happened and I missed it.

From what I did observe, Sophie never said no to anything. If Eli’s friends wanted to fuck her bareback, she’d fuck them bareback. One of them asked if he and a friend could fuck her at the same time—she agreed immediately, although I don’t believe they ever built up the courage to go through with it.

One of Eli’s friends asked if he could fuck her ass. Although after forty minutes of fumbling they ran out of time and never really got it working, it wasn’t due to Sophie’s reluctance. It’s just harder to implement than porn would suggest.

Sophie didn’t always manage to match her orgasm with whoever was fucking her, although her success rate was impressive. I noticed that with the less…skilled boys, she had a few tricks to ensure her own pleasure (something I always admire in my victims)—my favorite was that if you leaned in close, you could hear her muttering to herself.

“Dirty…little…slut…worthlesss…fucking…cum-bucket…whore…”

Eli spent a few more days dry-humping his sister, trying fervently to break through whatever barrier was stopping her from fucking her while letting her fuck all her friends.

Eventually, he gave up.

I think he just stopped caring—honestly, I think that if he hadn’t gotten so used to having someone on call to get him off, he would have gone back to masturbating. His heart certainly never seemed to be in it—sometimes he’d just have Sophie suck him off while he played video games, like she was a household appliance.

After three more weeks of this, I knew that my time here was at a close. My time here had been full of twists and turns—at no point had these siblings reacted as I’d expected—but I couldn’t see anything changing anytime soon.

Every day, Sophie would fuck and suck a few of Eli’s friends, and once or twice a day she’d get him off or let him cum on her tits.

Despite the drastic changes that the past few months had taken her through, I was continually impressed by how well Sophie had adapted to it. She didn’t need to fuck Eli’s friends, not according to the instructions that I’d given her, but she’d turned it into a pleasurable experience. Her relationship with her brother had turned upside-down more than once, yet no matter how he treated her, she still responded with love and kindness.

And so one day I pulled up outside Sophie’s school to offer her a lift home. She accepted, of course, and as soon as she was inside the car I allowed her to remember who I was.

“You!” she said, the blood rushing from her face.

“Me,” I replied with a smile, and I saw her eyes widen as she realized what I was here for.

One wish before, one wish after. Those are the rules. Before, the gymnast had wished for safety from STDs. After, he’d wished for his parents to never find out. I honored the wishes, of course—it meant that his parents would never again visit him at home (his new Master had made him turn every room into a dungeon), but they’d never be suspicious as to why.

For the first time in a long time (and the last time ever) I delved into Sophie’s mind. I explored the past few months as she’d seen them, and saw things I’d missed from the outside. Her desperate wish to get her brother’s love back, to reconnect with him. Her guilt over being able to fuck his friends, but not him. Her acceptance that she _was_ a slut—at least, as she defined it. She was someone who loved sex, more than she’d ever expected.

And as she thought about her wish, I saw the pieces of the puzzle coming together. I saw her assemble it, check that it was everything she wanted. I saw her conclude that even if it wasn’t, it was good enough.

No power on earth can undo one of my wishes. At least, except me, and I don’t let myself do it. What’s the fun of a game without rules?

Nothing can undo one of my wishes, except another wish.

“I wish for no panties,” Sophie said with a gentle smile. “No panties, ever again.”


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