I still hadn’t known that Charlotte had co to visit our house. I walked towards the bed while pulling on the leash connected to the collar around Gwenneth’s neck, forcing her to crawl after like an obedient pet dog.
Once at the bed, I lay down on my back, exhausted.
"Service ," I ordered curtly.
Gwenneth nodded, then stood up. But what she did next surprised —instead of going down on like I expected, she lifted her foot and was about to step on my cock!
"HEY! What do you think you’re doing?!" I barked.
Gwenneth froze, her face showing confusion. "This... this is how I used to service my boyfriends before. They liked being treated like this."
Hearing that, I rembered the information from [Eye of Desire]—Gwenneth did indeed have Sadistic and Dominance fetishes. She was accustod to being in the controlling position, even in sexual relationships.
"Never do that again," I growled. "Now, ride . But the right way."
Gwenneth nodded, but there was a small flicker of disappointnt in her eyes. She sat atop , positioning her wet pussy over my still-hard cock, courtesy of my cursed libido. The mont she started moving, rocking up and down at a rhythm she controlled herself, I could see the change in her.
Her expression transford. Her golden eyes glead with a different light—not fear or submission, but a kind of... happiness? Satisfaction? She clearly enjoyed this position more, where she was in control, where she determined the pace and depth.
[Gwenneth’s Sexual Arousal increased to 78 ( 3)]
[Gwenneth’s Sexual Arousal increased to 78 ( 3)]
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The notification appeared, and I noted it. Her sexual arousal increased faster when she was on top compared to when I controlled her roughly. Interesting. But I was too tired to punish her for it now. Let her enjoy this illusion of control for a while.
It was then that the bedroom door opened, and Angeline appeared. My little sister was wearing a cute white one-piece dress, her blonde hair neatly braided. But her expression changed the mont she saw the scene before her—Gwenneth riding vigorously.
Angeline watched with a jealous stare, then crossed her arms over her chest.
"Brother, Charlotte is here for a visit," she said, though her eyes never left the scene in front of us.
Hearing that news, my spirits instantly lifted. Charlotte Haverty was here? The Sacred Healer? This was an opportunity I couldn’t miss.
Unlike Gwenneth, whom I ordered to call "Master" and treated as my pet, I had different rules for Angeline. I instructed her to keep treating like her older brother, while I ordered Delilah to treat like her lover. Those differing dynamics were actually more appealing to .
"Before we go down," I said to Angeline, "Angel, co here. Sit on my face."
Angeline’s face flushed imdiately.
"Brother... you’re so perverted!" she protested, but her feet were already moving closer. She lifted her white dress, and as I suspected, she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
"You’re not wearing panties again?" I asked in a teasing tone.
Angeline blushed, averting her eyes. "Brother... you always say it’s easier if I don’t wear any... s-so I..."
"So you’re ready for anyti?" I finished, making her blush even deeper.
She didn’t answer, only nodded shyly as she approached. With careful movents, she lowered herself onto my face, positioning her glistening wet pussy right over my mouth. The sweet, musky scent imdiately filled my senses.
I got to work imdiately. My tongue slipped between her slick vaginal lips, exploring every fold. Her thin, well-grood pubic hair didn’t get in the way; it even added to the sensation. I sucked on her swollen clit, making her moan longingly as her hands stroked my hair.
"Ssss... Brother... slowly..." she moaned, her body beginning to sway to the rhythm of my tongue.
anwhile, atop , Gwenneth grew more enthusiastic riding my cock. Her eyes were glued to the sight of her little sister sitting on my face, and from her increasingly loud moans, I knew she was genuinely aroused by this scene. It seed her sadistic and dominance fetishes weren’t limited to just being on top—she also enjoyed seeing a man treated as a sexual object.
I continued licking Angeline, my tongue now slipping inside her pussy, exploring every corner. Her sweet juices filled my mouth, and I swallowed them eagerly. Fortunately, I always made her clean herself after I fucked her, so there were no traces of my cum left.
I didn’t have any weird taste for sucking my own cum.
Her tight, warm pussy felt perfect on my tongue. Every ti I licked a certain spot, her body trembled, and her moans grew louder. Her hands now gripped the pillow, trying to hold back the increasingly unbearable pleasure.
On top of , Gwenneth climaxed again, her pussy clenching tightly around my cock while her body shook. But she didn’t stop—in fact, she sped up her movents, as if wanting to reach another orgasm.
After successfully dominating these three beautiful won into being my sex slaves, I had been carefully observing the subtle changes they were undergoing. The changes didn’t instantly turn them into mindless sluts who got instantly horny just from seeing . They still retained the core of their respective personalities, the principles that had shaped them all along.
The clearest example was Angeline. When I ordered her to help rape Gwenneth a few days ago, she initially refused—though with obvious hesitation. But when I twisted the logic and declared that all of this was "for the good of the family," so we could be "closer as siblings," she complied.
My manipulative words succeeded in making her participate, but I could see how her mind was slowly becoming distorted. The twisted logic was making her a little foolish, and if continued, it could change her into a lust-driven slut who only obeyed without any personality of her own.
I didn’t want that. I enjoyed their original traits—Gwenneth’s arrogance, Delilah’s motherliness, Angeline’s innocence. I didn’t want all that to disappear.
So I decided not to twist their logic too often. Let them remain themselves, just with the added elent of absolute obedience to .
Later, when I got tired of punishing Gwenneth, I might even restore her dominant nature as an older sister—of course, while still making her rember who her true master was.
These thoughts crossed my mind as I reached my climax, releasing one final spurt into Gwenneth’s womb. She scread hysterically, her body convulsing heavily in what was probably her sixth or seventh orgasm of the night. Angeline, still sitting on my face, also reached her peak, her sweet juices flooding my mouth, which I swallowed with satisfaction.
Afterward, we cleaned ourselves up. Gwenneth walked to the bathroom to wash up, while a shy Angeline pulled down her dress and helped wipe my face with a soft towel.
"Brother," Angeline whispered while cleaning the corner of my mouth, "Charlotte has been waiting downstairs for a while. Mom must be having a hard ti entertaining her."
I nodded, then stood up. My body was still exhausted, but my mind was excited thinking about my stepmother’s close friend.
"Go down first. Tell her I’ll be right down."
Angeline nodded, then walked out of the room with light steps—still in her slightly wrinkled white dress and no panties underneath. I smiled watching her leave, then turned to Gwenneth, who had just co out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her.
"You too," I ordered. "Wear sothing decent. Don’t let Charlotte suspect anything."
Gwenneth nodded, her golden eyes still glassy from the multiple orgasms. "Yes, Master."
"When you’re around others, call by my na and act as you normally would," I instructed her.
I quickly changed clothes myself—a simple white t-shirt and neat black pants. In the mirror, I checked my appearance. My face, once always gloomy and fearful, now looked confident, even a little cruel. My eyes, which used to always look down, now shone with unshakable conviction.
As I walked down the stairs, I could hear the sound of conversation from the living room. Delilah’s graceful voice and Charlotte’s gentle one.
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