The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Now, thus far, you might have thought that this narrative is just that … a sequence of events with no apparent rhyme or reason. You would be wrong. There is not only a rousing conclusion in the offing, but an actual moral, of sorts. And indeed, it is THIS chapter that will bring about that conclusion. Further, before we get on with it, I’m going to tell you how the story ends … without so much as “spoiler alert” warning. We all lived happily ever after. There; you know. Ah, but getting from there to here covered an awful lot of territory.

The event that changed all our lives did not transpire immediately. Indeed, it took a year for circumstances to line themselves up properly. And so, once again, please hang onto your hats while I hit the high points.

JANUARY 21st, 2012

The day after I sent Sandy off to get her hypnotic training, I phoned my brother to ask how things were going and to make sure he had received his own signed first edition and the accompanying velvet bag. I was expecting just about any reaction … but he told me that he couldn’t talk at the moment … that he was busy getting yet another blow job from his dedicated hypnotic sex slave girlfriend, and would I mind if he returned my call later?

FEBRUARY 4th, 2012

There was an injury on the U.S. Olympic gymnastics team earlier in January. (The Summer Games were scheduled that year in London.) There was already an alternate to take her place, but trials were held on this date to replace the athlete for the alternate spot on the U.S. team. It was a Saturday, and more than sixty girls showed up to compete (from the L.A. area alone) … including Sandy. I hadn’t known until now that she WAS a gymnast, but it sure explained her athletic build. Elaine and I went to cheer her on, of course, and together with Tod and Pop, we managed to make a lot of racket. I thought she did a tremendous job in the floor exercises, but she was eliminated after the first round.

We all went out to eat French Dip sandwiches at Philippe’s afterwards, and Sandy announced her retirement from gymnastics (at the ripe old age of 25). She told us she had other preoccupations to keep her busy, and she hugged Tod’s arm rather affectionately.

FEBRUARY 20th, 2012

We went to Pop’s for dinner, along with Tod and Sandy. It was Washington’s Birthday, a federal holiday (we also call it “President’s Day,” but officially, old George has it all to himself). Okay, for you folks who are not from the U.S., it wasn’t REALLY Washington’s Birthday … that’s actually the 22nd. But we recognize ten federal holidays per year, and many of them fall on Mondays, because we love our three-day weekends more than we love accuracy. So this was the date for that year. Make sense? Pop grilled steaks.

And Tod and Sandy announced their engagement. Hugs and kisses all around.

MARCH 11th, 2012

This was the one-year anniversary of the Japanese earthquake, tsunami and nuclear disaster. I had purposefully scheduled three major medical tests that day. Some were repeat tests for past positive results. Elaine was sort of hovering around me wherever I went. We both knew she didn’t have to go, but she insisted … to emphasize that we were in this together through thick and thin, I guess.

Bottom line: they were all negative. As I mentioned earlier, these tests are prone to produce false positives … and that, obviously, was what had plagued me. Nothing more.

Remember a few paragraphs back when I told you there was a moral to this story? I’ll spring that on you early, too. It’s this: If you are ever faced with severe medical problem, and if you are a true fighter, you should face each day as if you expect to live … not as if you expect to die. Life is NEVER long enough. I wasted too much of mine being negative.

JUNE 11th, 2012

It was awfully expensive, but I rented part of a party room at Dodger Stadium for the Angels game. I invited Reggie and Cathy, as well as Tod and Sandy. I don’t know why it surprised me, but Tod and Reggie really hit it off, despite rooting for different teams.

Pujols got a game-winning hit in the top of the ninth, and the Angels won 3-2.

JUNE 17th, 2012

Sandy is now officially a Mrs. Haversham. The wedding was at some fancy B&B mansion in Riverside, not quite halfway between LA and Palm Springs. It wasn’t a large affair, but it was really nice, and Sandy looked spectacular. So did Elaine, as a very pregnant maid of honor.

Pop sent them to Hawaii for their honeymoon.

AUGUST 4th, 2012

Zachary Edward Haversham entered this world at 11:03 am, tipping the scales at seven pounds, one ounce. Mom and son healthy and happy.

NOVEMBER 6th, 2012

The second Tuesday in November is Election Day in the U.S., and this was a presidential election, to boot. We all know how that turned out, of course; or if you can’t remember, you can look it up. Tod and I usually don’t vote, and we renew our pact not to every election day. He’s a moderate Republican and I’m a liberal Democrat, so we just cancel each other out, anyway. This year, Sandy rather vociferously insisted that we do our patriotic duty.

So, we went … and cancelled each other out.

JANUARY 12th, 2013

The night that changed our lives was a Saturday. Tod and Sandy had come over for dinner, and I had done the honors in the kitchen, pounding the hell out of some chicken breasts to make scaloppini, with linguini and red sauce for a side. Not too bad, if I do say so myself. Tod had brought a large bottle of nice Cabernet, and even Elaine had a glass while she nursed Zack (a nurse-practitioner had told her that if she drank a single glass while nursing, the alcohol should all be out of her system by the time she nursed again). I had strongly suggested that she stay in the room with us while she breast-fed, and she had blushed, but complied. I think it turned us all on a little … especially her. She sort of gets off on humiliation.

The girls wandered off to play with the baby in the nursery, but Tod and I had things to discuss that evening, and we planned and plotted secretly, just like we did when we were kids. I had to put the meal on hold for about half an hour while we waited for the baby to fall asleep, but eventually, he was down at his regular time of eight o’clock. Recently, he’d been sleeping through until about two in the morning, then one changing and feeding, and he was asleep until around seven. A “schedule” had been a long time in coming, but we were happy with the way things were turning out. There was a white noise generator in his room, and the sound was with us in the dining room, too, through the baby monitor.

The dinner conversation was mostly about Tod and Sandy’s latest ski trip to Big Bear, where they had met up with Reggie and Cathy, and even visited their new place at Lake Arrowhead, which is only about forty minutes west of there in the same mountains. It sounded like a fun time, and I was sort of jealous of their freedom.

We chattered about the baby a lot, of course, and I talked as much as I dared about my thesis (which was due in a few weeks) without boring them to tears. We all pitched in on the dishes and then retired to the living room, where I lit a fire in the fireplace using one of those wax logs that last three or four hours. Sandy had consumed two glasses of wine, which isn’t much, until you consider the fact that she only weighs a hundred pounds. In other words, she was comfortably tipsy. Finally, with a nod in my direction, Tod decided to get our plan underway, and he reached into the pocket of his jeans and tossed me his little green velvet bag.

The girls, who were sitting side-by-side on the couch, gasped in unison at the sight, and the room fell into a silence which was only broken by the droning white-noise sounds in the baby’s room through the monitor. But, for some reason, that only seemed to intensify the girls’ drowsiness when I pulled the little hourglass-shaped crystal into view. We had never attempted to hypnotize them together before, and it was a bit of a shock to watch them. They had the same look of shocked surprise, the same wide eyes, and then those eyes drooped and blinked at precisely the same time. They sagged into each other on the couch, their shoulders and arms relaxing, their necks struggling to hold up sleepy heads, which nodded and finally rested onto one another’s.

I didn’t even have to say anything for a long minute or so, but finally, I started giving them guidance. “You are about to surrender and fall asleep together,” I intoned softly but authoritatively. “You are going to go very deep tonight … and so, follow my words, and watch the gem. Let your thoughts … just slip away. Slip away. Think of nothing. Nothing at all … because my words … will become your thoughts. So just let them go … and be sleepy for me. Sleepy for me. And so … surrender … and let your thoughts … go away … now!”

They were both gone, deep in their trances, propping each other up in the center of the couch. Their arms hung limp at their sides, and between them, Sandy’s right hand had fallen naturally into Elaine’s left. Tod and I just stood there, watching them. I was a little shocked when Sandy sat up, opened her eyes, looked directly at me and said: “I am very deep, Master.” Only a few seconds later, Elaine followed suite, also looking at me, and saying distinctly: “I’m there, Master. I’m as deep as I can go.”

I sighed and turned to Tod. “You’re sure you’re okay with this, right?”

He was smiling at the two of them. “Yes … just as long as YOU’RE okay with my new rules.”

“I’ll be good,” I promised him. “I’ll go back into our bedroom and leave you two all alone. You remember everything you did that evening? It’s been more than a year.”

He barked a laugh. “I doubt I’ll ever forget it, as long as I live.” He paused a few seconds. “She’s breast-feeding. Isn’t it hard to get pregnant when you’re breast-feeding?”

“There is a statistical reduction in the odds,” I admitted. “But her cycle is prime again, and since we want the kids close together in age, we don’t have a lot of choice. This is the best night, considering all the factors.”

“And it’s going to be Elaine I’m making love to, right? I want her to know what’s happening. I don’t want any alter-ego floozy … I want the real thing.”

“I may be a floozy, big boy,” Elaine said in a rich, sultry voice, “but I bet I can curl your toes and make you howl!”

“Shut up, Elaine,” I said calmly.

“Yes, Master.” And she fell silent and stared straight ahead.

I turned back toward Tod. “Give me ten minutes with her to get her ready, then she’s all yours. And she’ll be cognizant, I promise. You can put Sandy to bed in the spare bedroom.”

He nodded, then went and took Sandy’s hand and gently ordered her to get up and follow him. She rose, but to our astonishment, she looked directly at me, her eyes almost curious. It slowly dawned on me that I was the one who had put her under. Perhaps she was awaiting orders from me instead of him. “Sandy, go with Tod. Do as he commands.”

She nodded and answered: “Yes, Master.” Tod gave a little laugh and led her toward the hall.

I plopped down beside my pretty wife and took her hand in mine. “What do you think of our plan?” I asked her. “Do you think she’s going to freak out?”

“Why don’t you just leave me in charge, Master?” she responded deviously. “I can pretend to be Miss Prissy, give him the ride of his life, and he’ll never know. I’ll bet I can turn him on so much that he’ll fill me with enough sperm to make me have twins. That’s what you really want, isn’t it, Master? Twins of your own?”

I smiled and shook my head. “You know … one of these days, with my REAL wife’s permission, I’m going to give YOU a try, you little vixen.”

“Oh, Master … I could rock your world.”

I gave her another laugh. “Enough!” I held up the gem again, and her eyes locked onto it obediently. “I need you to go deeper for me … and deeper, still. No thoughts … no thoughts at all. Just be blank … perfectly blank … so that my words become your thoughts … become your beliefs. Let me know when you are there.”

Her face was slack and empty. “I’m there, Master.”

“Very good. Stand up … that’s it … and now, take off your clothes. All of them. Give them to me … you will not need them the rest of the night. Alright, now sit down again, and listen carefully, because my words will define what you will do tonight.” I sat back down beside her and took her hand. “You know what I’m going to tell you to do, don’t you, Pet?”

“You’re going to tell me to make love to Tod again. You’re going to try to make me pregnant again.” Her voice sounded resigned … almost sad.

“How does this make you feel?”

She sighed. “We knew you were going to do this … but it scares her. In fact, it terrifies her.”

This answer only elicited two more questions … but I felt rushed. Tod would be coming back into the room in just a few more minutes. I decided to tackle the important question and find out later how she already knew about my plan. “What do you mean it terrifies her? Why would Tod scare her?”

“Tod doesn’t scare her; he excites her. But BEING with Tod scares her. Oh, Master, what would she do if she fell in love with him? Don’t you see how close she is to doing that now? She tries to force herself not to think about him … but sometimes ….”

“What do you think would happen if you did? Everybody keeps telling me that he is in love with YOU. And yet, he is obviously very dedicated to Sandy. Do you think his attraction to you reduces his love for HER?”

“I … I guess not. We love you SO much, my Master! It’s just that emotions make us so confused … so ….”

“Enough!” I ordered. “Tonight, you will obey. You will obey every order given to you … no matter who commands it. Tell me what obedience is, Pet.”

“Obedience is pleasure. Obedience is necessary. I must obey.”

“Tonight, your pleasure will be doubled when you obey. That will be your reward for complete and total obedience.”

“Thank you, Master.”

I took her wrists in my hands and began tracing my fingers around and around first one, then the other, and finally both together. She watched intently as I did so. “You are bound and helpless tonight. How does that make you feel?”

“Nervous. Expectant. I think so MANY things are going to happen to me tonight … and I am helpless … and …” (a shudder seemed to wrack her body) “… obedient.”

“And when I count to three, you will awaken. And all the things I have told you will be true for the rest of the night. You will accept them as real and undeniable, and you will not try to resist them. One, two, three.”

She blinked up at me, shuddered, and again leaned forward into me, her “bound” wrists lowered so that she pressed as much of her naked body into mine as possible. “Oh, Rod, what have you done?” she whispered.

“I’ve done something that you have no power over, my pet. Whatever happens, it is not your fault. Simply surrender and obey.” She shuddered yet again. I heard Tod’s footsteps thudding in the carpeted hallway, and I rose, grasping her by the shoulders and lifting her to her feet beside me. Gently but firmly, I turned her around so that her back was toward me, facing my brother.

“Tod,” she said. I couldn’t see her eyes, but her voice carried a note of awe.

Tod’s eyes seemed to take in every detail of her nude form. “Elaine,” he said simply.

I let go of her and stepped around her, walking past Tod and toward the hall. “I’ll be in my bedroom,” I said rapidly, as if I was suddenly afraid I’d back out of my own plan.

“Read the letter, Rod.” It was a simple sentence, but it shocked me. Because it was Elaine who had said it.

I spun around to face them. “What letter?”

“In the bedroom,” she answered simply, but when I cast looks full of questions toward her, they went unnoticed. She was looking only at Tod, and she appeared mesmerized by him. They just stood, facing each other, for ten long seconds, before he opened his arms in a welcoming gesture and she rushed forward to be engulfed in his embraced. I had felt this way before, fourteen months ago … jealous and unsure … but everything had worked out alright since then. I started to say something, but thought better of it, and simply licked my suddenly-dry lips. Then I turned once again toward the hall and left.

Now, I am not, generally, the type of person who is inclined to jump when someone hollers “Boo!” And so, I can say with some degree of confidence that I did not cry out (as some people later said I did) when I opened the door to our bedroom and Sandy jumped me. I should say, rather, that she jumped ON me, leaping as if she had vaulted from some mini-trampoline, and she wrapped her arms completely around my neck, pressing her left cheek into mine. My hands just sort of naturally went to her waist, and they told me instantly that the little lady was naked as a jay bird. Her lower body hung limp, pressing itself all along the front of me, and the first rational thought I had was that there was little about her body that was like Elaine’s, save for the inalterable fact that they were both very, very feminine. Elaine’s breasts were full, soft and wonderfully pliant. Sandy’s were far from flat, but they were most certainly smaller in size, and they seemed smaller still in this stretched-out posture. Her nipples, however, were much longer than my wife’s and incredibly erect, so that I felt them pressing into my chest in such a way that my mental abstraction was only acerbated.

“Oooohhh, Rod, you’re here!” she announced.

I swallowed hard and tried to push her away. This had a sort of comic effect, since her toes were a good ten to twelve inches from the floor, and she refused to lessen the grip of her arms around my neck; so that her body swung out away from me, like a half-swing of a pendulum, then rushed back to my own with a sort of plop. I couldn’t help but be assaulted by the fact that she was amazingly light, and I thought that, if I had to, I could hold her effortlessly for a very, very long time. She sighed. “You don’t think you’re going to get rid of me that easily, do you, lover?”

My hands went up to her arms. My God, she was strong! “Sandy, what in the world?” I tried again to wrench her free of my neck, but she clung emphatically.

“I KNOW you want me,” she growled in my ear. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. You looked at me that way the first time I met you. The mouse almost bolted, the little nit! I want you to rape me!”

“Rape you!?!” I repeated incredulously.

“You know … ravish me. Violate me. Enrapture me. Defile me. Fuck me until I beg you to stop … which I promise I won’t do until tomorrow afternoon.”

“This was NOT part of the bargain!” I said through clenched teeth, trying again to push her marvelous body away from mine.

And suddenly, she let go. “OH! The letter!” she exclaimed, then turned toward the bed and grabbed up a folded sheet of paper. I couldn’t help but take in the marvelous view of her back. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on the girl anywhere, and her skin was young, smooth and without blemish.

“What is all this about a letter?” I queried, snatching the paper from her hand. She made as if to leap toward me again, and I put out my hand toward her, like a linebacker avoiding a tackle. She barked a delighted laugh, grasped my wrist, and stepped forward until her breast nestled into my palm. I tried to ignore this, but failed, and I gulped nervously. I shook the paper with my other hand until it unfolded itself. The “letter” was not long at all.

“We know you are going to ask Tod to try and impregnate Elaine again. He, in turn, insists that you make love to Sandy. This only seems fair, and we give our full consent.” It was signed by both girls.

“This makes no sense!” I groused. “There’s no goal to achieve. It wasn’t part of the procedure.”

She threw back her head and laughed merrily. “The scientist to the end!” she declared. “Very well then … how many times have unintended achievements been made that were not part of the planned procedure?”

I gawked at her for awhile, then smiled, despite myself. “That’s a logical fallacy. Argumentum Verbosum.”

“It’s hard to think logically when your strong, masculine hand is rubbing against my erect, throbbing nipple,” she replied.

I laughed. “Sandy, this is a side of you that I’ve never ….”

“Oh, don’t worry about the mouse. You WANT this, Rod. And I want this!”

Finally, I broke the code. I jerked my hand away, making her groan in disappointment. “Who ARE you?” I asked accusingly.

“I’m someone who WANTS you, Rod. I ACHE for you. Please, let me suck you. I can make you cum SO hard, and I’ll drink every drop, I promise!”

“Shut up, Sandy,” I ordered calmly but firmly.

“Yes, Master,” she intoned, and immediately ceased her struggle to embrace me.

“If everybody is so all-fired determined for me to make love to you, why did he leave you like this?” I asked. “Why didn’t he just give you some instructions and wake you up? Did the REAL Sandy sign that letter, or was it you?”

“Oh, no, Master. She signed it, alright. She wants you … she always has. She’s in love with you, but she’d never admit it, the silly mouse! She’s SOOOOOO afraid!” She held up both hands just under her chin, wriggling her fingers, imitating a mouse. “It would never occur to her to just reach out and take what she wants! If I was in charge, I’d have seduced you MONTHS ago!”

“Does Elaine know how you feel? Have you talked about this?”

“Ha! Are you kidding? If ONE little mousie can’t talk about it, what would you expect when TWO of them get together? Oh, she KNOWS, of course. But DISCUSS it? Give me a break!”

“Enough, Sandy,” I ordered.

“Yes, Master.”

I thought about it for a long minute, joyously uninterrupted. Finally, I tilted her chin up until she was looking directly into my eyes. She didn’t resist. “Wake up!” I ordered, and snapped my fingers loudly, just inches from her eyes.

She blinked, and blinked again. She made a small noise, deep in her throat, then she reached up and covered her breasts. “Oh, Rod …” she said plaintively. She took a deep breath and lowered her hands to her sides, where they shook slightly. “Did you … uh … did we … um … did you ..?”

I smiled tenderly down at her. “No, of course I didn’t.”

A tear suddenly formed at the corner of her right eye. “No,” she whispered softly. “Of course you didn’t.”

“Is that the way you really want it, Sandy? Do you desire doing something … but not want to know when you’ve done it … or remember doing it at all?”

“But … she’s so much better than I am,” Sandy whined. “Tod likes her better. I just want him to be happy. I just want YOU to ….”

“And what makes you think that you aren’t capable of giving either of us exactly what we need?” I insisted. “Just look at you!” I reached out and took both of her hands in mine, then held them out to either side of her and feasted my eyes on her body. She blushed hotly, but didn’t try to stop me. “You’re beautiful, Sandy.”

“But this is HER body, too. When Tod wakes me up sometimes, and I’m tingly and breathless and full of his cum … and I can tell he is SO satisfied by whatever she’s done to him, then ….”

“Yes,” I interrupted, “but I’ve met her, briefly, and while you share a gorgeous body, YOU are sharp and witty and shy and loving. If I had to choose, I’d pick you … every time.”

“Met her briefly?” She suddenly appeared flustered. “How long have we been here together?”

“Just a few minutes. Why?”

All at once, she appeared determined about something. “Then … they’ve just gotten started.” She looked past me, toward the closed door. “Rod … I want to see them together. Can I? Please?”

I shook my head. “I promised him I wouldn’t interfere this time. He got pretty pissed at me last year because I sort of orchestrated things.”

Before I could react, she’d ducked past me and opened the door. “We won’t interfere, I promise!” She snatched my hand and pulled me after her, down the hall. I’m sure we made a fine sight … the petite naked beauty creeping silently down the carpeted hall, leading her husband’s brother in search of voyeuristic pleasures. I tried to stop our forward progress twice, but she finally dug in her heels and pulled me like she was leading a stubborn mule in her wake, until we’d finally gotten to the corner that would allow us a view of the living room. She stole a look and gasped slightly, tightening her grip on my hand, and despite all my good intentions, I leaned forward, pressing my body into her back as I did so, and I peeked over the top of her head around the corner.

They were on top of a throw blanket that was usually draped across the back of the couch, but now it had been spread out on the floor in front of the fireplace. They were in a classic missionary position, she on her back, her feet flat on the floor but spread far apart, her knees bent and splayed, as he lay atop her. We couldn’t actually see the penetration from this vantage point, but he was obviously buried as far inside her as he could possible go. Her hands, crossed at the wrists, were pointed straight up toward the ceiling, her arms encircling his neck, and their kiss went on and on and on. Slowly, his hips rose upward from hers, then just as slowly, he pushed back downward. Her left leg lifted and stretched sinuously upward, then wrapped itself around his hips, her heel urging him deeper. She groaned loudly into his mouth, and her elbows bent until the fingers of her hands could lace themselves in his hair.

Sandy’s butt began grinding back into my erection, and she took my hand, which was resting on her hip, and moved it so that my arm wrapped itself around her, to her flat tummy … and slowly higher. She tilted her face upward toward me, and at first, I thought that she was seeking a kiss, but her eyes told me that she wanted to say something, so I tilted my head and she placed her lips to my ear.

“What’s wrong with her hands?” she breathed.

I did NOT want to get caught in this compromising position, especially since I’d made that promise to Tod. Now that my arm was around her, I kept applying backward pressure until she had to relinquish her front row seat and back down the hall again. When we were safely out of view, I took her hand gently, tenderly, and led her back to the master bedroom. She followed without protest.

“She enjoys being bound,” I told her as soon as the door was closed again. “I found a way to hypnotically tie her hands. She knows that there is really nothing there, but somehow, she’s convinced herself that the hypnotic suggestion binds her physically. I’ve watched her try … really try … to break free, but even long after she’s awakened from her trance, she’s unable to do so. It truly turns her on. It’s a real sexual rush for her.”

Sandy’s eyes were huge. “Can you do that to ME?”

I laughed. “No,” I answered, and her countenance fell dramatically, making me laugh even more. “Not without Tod’s okay. And, if he DOES agree, I can’t guarantee you that you’ll respond the same way Elaine did … though I’m beginning to think that you two are so much alike emotionally that you’ll react identically in whatever you do.” I walked over to the Elaine’s dresser and opened a drawer, then I opened a box that resided there and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “In the meantime ….” And I dangled the shiny thing in front of her.

But her eyes hadn’t followed the cuffs as I held them up. Slowly, she allowed her mouth to fall slightly open, and she pointed back at the box. “What is THAT?”

I smiled, replaced the cuffs, and picked up Elaine’s favorite plaything. “It’s a special restraining device. It’s made with a solid center piece instead of a chain.”

“How does it work?”

In answer, I took her wrists and held them together in front of her, then I started to fit the device to her; but abruptly, she snatched her hands away, spun around and repositioned them behind her, near the small of her back. “This way, please, Rod. Please? I’ll be SO much more defenseless and helpless this way, won’t I? I won’t be able to ….” And she gasped sharply as the thing snapped shut around her wrists. She was breathing hard, raggedly, and she turned back around to face me while trying with all her might to get free of the contraption. She only tried for a few seconds, though, and now she simply stood in front of me, wheezing slightly. A shudder assaulted her, and she rushed a step toward me and pressed her shivering body against mine. “Helpless,” she whispered. “So helpless.”

“Sandy,” I said quietly.

“Rod, please. He asked me to give myself to you, and I promised both of them I would … as if I was agreeing to do some chore or something. But all the time, I was wanting this … I was craving this.” She shivered, and I put my arms around her as if to warm her. “Rod, I … I think I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. Can’t you see? Tod fell in love with me because I reminded him of Elaine. And I fell in love with him because he reminded me … of you. And now, here I am, bound and helpless in your arms, and my pussy is so wet that it’s running down the insides of my legs. Oh, Rod … I ache for you.”

I couldn’t help but chortle. “When you met Tod, you’d only known me for twenty minutes.”

“Yes,” she said quietly. “But I’d known Elaine … talked to her … all that day. I know that it was pure covetousness, but I envied her. I fell in love with what she HAD in life. She had YOU … and the first moment I set eyes on you, I longed for you … loved you … knowing that I’d never have you.”

I sighed and pushed her back a step. At first, she seemed hurt, but then she understood that I just needed a little bit of space to unbutton my shirt. She stood, watching intently, as I took off each item of clothing, but when I had finally removed my underwear and stood before her so she could see me, instead of looking, she moved so quickly that I could barely follow her motion. She was suddenly on her knees in front of me, and she was licking my cock like a lollipop with her hot, wet, pink, little tongue. The quick movement toward my privates made me step back a half pace, and my hands came up for protection, but she had somehow followed me, so that her chest and nipples were rubbing tantalizingly against my thighs and my hands were somehow filled with her hair. My prick was at full attention following her little confession, and her mouth didn’t quite have the altitude necessary to capture the tip of it, though she tried over and over to achieve this goal. At long last, instead of continuing this lost cause, she decided to strike out on a different tack, and she sucked my left testicle into her voracious mouth. I gripped her head and moaned, my pole throbbing and jerking.

“Please, Master … may I taste you?” she panted after she’d let my ball slip out of her mouth. Dutifully, I grasped my rod and bent it forward. As soon as it was within striking range, she had engulfed it with her hungry lips and she sucked like a vacuum. Again, I moaned out loud, just once. But I wasn’t the only one in the room moaning. She was making little suck-suck-suck fluctuations with her mouth, giving a grunting little “Mmmmmph” sort of groan between each one. In the meantime, her body itself had started undulating against my thighs, rubbing her stiff, elastic nipples up, then down, then up again.

I didn’t want our first session to end like this. “Enough, Sandy,” I told her gently, but she either didn’t hear me, or she didn’t want to comply. “Sandy, stop!” I ordered. But she seemed like a girl possessed, and her funny little noises were increasing in tempo. “STOP!” I barked, and instead of waiting for further developments, I fell to my knees in front of her. To my utter astonishment, as soon as we were on the same level, she lunged forward against me, hitting my body with her own, and the next thing I knew, I had sprawled over backwards onto the floor.

To this day, I’m not sure how she did it exactly. The impact had knocked her in the opposite direction (Newton’s Second, and all that), so that she was on her back, as well. As I lifted my head up to observe happenstances, her body gave sort of an undulating jerk-and-snap, and somehow, she was standing on her feet. She took three quick strides forward, so that she was standing above me, straddling me, and then she lowered herself effortlessly onto my cock, not stopping until I was totally, utterly, completely buried in her steamy, dripping pussy. She issued a long, loud moan of absolute satisfaction. Keep in mind that everything I’ve explained in this paragraph was somehow accomplished with her wrists locked firmly behind her back.

“Fuckin’ acrobat!” I cried out plaintively.

“Oooohh, Rod,” she whined. “Do you always have to be so literal?”

I started laughing, despite myself, and she followed suit for a few second. But then the laugh morphed into another moan, her smile became an expression somewhere between pain and sublime ecstasy, and her eyes rolled up into her head. She panted. She exhaled raggedly. “SO DEEEEP!” she said, very loudly.

And that’s when it started. Even now, I’m not sure I can find the words to adequately describe it. It felt like a hand, slick with something very warm and very wet and very slippery all over it, fist-fucking my cock. And yet, her body was not moving at all. I mean, I’ve heard of Kegel muscles (pubococcygeus muscles to you medical types), but whatever was at work inside this girl’s body, I’m guessing that 99% of the women in the world have never known they possessed such muscles, much less utilized them. Whatever it was that she was doing, it seemed to require all of her attention, judging from the expression on her face … and, also judging from said expression, it was causing her almost as much pleasure as it was me.

“Where did you learn how to do THAT?!” I gasped.

She was panting. “I … I kept trying … different things … hoping to find … something he really liked ….”

I couldn’t hold myself back much longer. Reaching up, I cupped her firm breasts, tweaked her long, rubbery nipples, and then I just let my grasping, clutching fingers roam unregulated. She moaned more loudly when they were pinching her nipples, so that is where they spent most of their exercise period. But after a few minutes of this, I reached up with both or these unfettered marauders and clasped her firmly behind the neck. Then I sat up, pulled her against me, and kissed her. I kissed her hard, and tenderly, and passionately, and lovingly, and I did it for a long, long time. She made a funny noise into my mouth, and then another, and I became cognizant that she was crying … sobbing. I slowed my kisses into little pecks and licks. And all the while, her cunt was working on me like an electric milking machine.

“I love you I love you I love you,” she bawled and whimpered into my mouth. I began rolling her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and she stiffened and began making a strange, mewling sound.

“You are going to cum for me,” I told her matter-of-factly, breathing the words into her ear. And her odd sound began rising in pitch, though not in volume, as her rigid torso started heaving and straining, forward and back, grinding against my pubic bone on the fore stroke, gripping me like a vise on the backstroke. She was shaking uncontrollably, wailing plaintively like a banshee from far away, when a strong, sudden jolt hit her hard, and she cried out … and again … and yet again. I wrapped both arms around her and hung on for all I was worth as my cock swelled and began jerking and spewing inside her. Her fingers, behind her, suddenly found my balls and began squeezing and teasing, and I growled like some wild animal. I kept spurting, heaving, shuddering, spurting again … and again. I never knew I had so much fluid to give a woman, and I wondered if I was ever going to stop.

I don’t really know how long it was over before we actually began thinking again. Slowly, slowly, I became aware that I was still holding her very hard … probably hard enough to hurt her, and while I consciously relaxed my grip, I realized that she was still crying. I shushed her gently, and told her that I loved her, too, realizing for the very first time that it was true.

“I’m thinking very terrible thoughts,” she said softly, sadly.

“Tell me,” I ordered.

She sighed deeply. “Elaine is my best friend in the whole world. But … but I hope that she does NOT get pregnant tonight. I hope we have to do this over again. And over, and over ….”

I glanced toward my nightstand and tried to register the time in my foggy brain. It had been an hour since I had formally turned my wife over to my brother’s care, and I needed to get back out there and make sure they were following the plan. But now, the enormity of my own emotions crashed over me like a wave. “All my life, I’ve tried to live according to a plan,” I told the naked lady in my arms. “Suddenly, I don’t know what to do.”

“Love is like that,” Sandy replied, studying my eyes for a hint that what I had just confessed to her was true and not some post-coital rambling. In response to her unspoken question, I kissed her. When I stopped, she sighed and shivered and leaned against me. “I absolutely adore being handcuffed and helpless for you,” she said softly. “But if you don’t let me put my arms around you and hold you, I think I’m going to go insane.”

I laughed and struggled to get up. Once again, I’m not sure how she did it so effortlessly, but she was suddenly off of me and standing, waiting patiently for me to join her in the world of the upright. I turned her around and unfastened the metal cuff, and in another instant, she was holding me around the neck, feeling exactly like her alter-ego counterpart had an hour before. She started crying again.

“Listen, you little minx,” I chided. “We are in love, you and I … but that does not diminish our love for our spouses … or at least, I can honestly tell you that’s the case for me.” She drew back a little and allowed me to read what was in her eyes.

“Yes, I still love him,” she said softly. “I love him just as much as I always have. I am very, very confused.”

“I think that’s because these are uncharted waters for both of us. We are going to have to do a little exploring.”

She hugged me firmly again. “Oh, Rod … I can’t WAIT to explore some more!”

I pushed gently against her body. “Give me your hands again,” I ordered. She stepped back and stood, meek and unresisting before me while I fastened the cuff back onto her wrists, this time in front of her. “And now, let’s go out there and talk about this.” I held out my left hand to her, and she grasped it in both of hers, then she followed submissively behind me as I led her back to the living room.

She halted just as soon as we rounded the corner into the room, however, and stood, agape, looking at the two of them. They were both at one end of the couch, but they were lying with their backs on the floor and their legs draped over the seat cushions. “What … what are you DOING?” she said loudly.

Elaine looked back over the top of her head at her friend and laughed. “We look really weird, huh? This was Rod’s idea. If I lie like this, with my butt elevated, gravity pulls Tod’s sperm toward my womb.” She shifted her gaze toward me and smiled tenderly. “That’s what Rod thinks, anyway.”

With a strange movement that was so sudden that it made me draw back, Sandy snatched her hands from mine, sprang forward while doing a half twist, and she was suddenly standing on her hands, her face toward the couch, her body rigid as a board, and her toes together and pointing at the ceiling. She “hopped” forward on her hands (remember, they were crossed at her wrists), a little to one side, then, with another hop, she turned so that she was facing me. She stayed like that for several long seconds while we all gawked at her nude, perfect body, then she just sort of collapsed, arms first, ducking her head, rolling backwards … and with a PLOP, she was nestled on the floor beside Elaine in exactly the same position, her legs draped across the couch seat cushion.

Elaine shrieked with laughter, then hushed suddenly as the baby monitor sputtered with baby Zack’s plaintive crying. Still chuckling, she told us to wait … that he’d settle down and go back to sleep; and sure enough, in another thirty seconds, he was quiet again. In the interim, I, feeling very self conscious and naked, struggled to attain the same posture as the others. I cannot imagine what someone would have thought if they’d seen us, all lined up like that on the floor, naked, the guys on either end next to their respective sisters-in-law.

“What do you have on your wrists?” Tod demanded, talking over Elaine’s body toward his spouse.

“It’s one of Elaine’s little restraining devices,” I answered for her. “I can tell you where to get one, if you want. I think you’d really enjoy talking to the proprietor.”

“Is THIS the position I need to be in to get pregnant?” Sandy asked me, smiling. Before I could say anything else, she turned to Elaine and continued. “I’m just FULL of him … he was dribbling out of me and down my legs.” She took a breath. “Elaine, we need to talk.”

My wife laughed again, then answered quietly “Yes, we do.”

“I’ve never been on the pill,” Sandy continued her diatribe, as if those last two lines of narration had never existed. “My very first lesson in actual, real sex education was watching Tod put on a rubber. And then, after the wedding, we never used anything. We’ve been trying to get pregnant and give little Zack a cousin for six months now.”

“Um ….” I stuttered.

“What are you DOING?” Sandy asked Elaine, ignoring me. The vibrator had just growled into action.

“This is another of Rod’s ideas,” my wife explained. “He believes that if a woman has a big orgasm after a man has cum inside her, that the increase in odds of her becoming pregnant is … how did he put it? Statistically significant. That is what you said, isn’t it, darling?” She lifted her head a little and peered past Sandy at me.

“Uh ….”

“OOOoooohhh, my gosh!” Elaine said, moving her head back, arching and groaning as the humming device found its target under her own exploring fingers.”

I couldn’t really see Sandy’s face, since it was turned away, watching Elaine, but we were all silent for awhile. “Let’s suck on her nipples, Tod,” she said at last. “That makes ME cum harder.” And without another second’s hesitation, she lowered her mouth to my wife’s right nipple. Tod, however, just laughed softly at the whole scenario and remained resting, staring up at the ceiling. Elaine moaned loudly. In only a moment, Sandy’s head snapped up and she exclaimed “Milk! Oh, Tod, I’d forgotten that there’d be milk! You have to try this!”

He laughed again. “You forget, my darling, that she and I have been going at it hot and heavy for the past hour. I am well aware of the taste of her.”

But Sandy wasn’t listening. She lowered her head and resumed her suckling, making rhythmic little slurping noises as she did so. This elicited yet another noise from my wife, and idly, she lifted her right hand and ran her fingers through the hair in the back of her friend’s head, holding it there. “I … I’m going to ….” Elaine moaned “… Oh, Sandy, this is going to be a big one. OOoohh! It’s coming, Sandy. Oh, God. Here it comes!” She began thrashing about with a rather sizeable degree of gusto, and because she refused to relinquish her hold on Sandy’s head, the vibrations in this human chain were being translated on to me as my sister-in-law’s body bumped against my own. Elaine was moaning, Tod was laughing, Sandy was making surprised little noises that included occasional gulps, and I reached out my arm and put it around my nearest partner in an attempt to not get bumped off my position at the end of the chain.

At last, things settled down again, Elaine relinquished her hold on her friend, who fell back on the floor again, this time finding herself nestled in my arm. We all lay like that for several minutes. “May I borrow that, please?” Sandy asked quietly. And without a second’s hesitation, Elaine handed her the vibrator. It had been switched off, and Sandy fumbled with it for a few moments until it snarled back into operation. “I’ve never used one of these,” she said, studying it. “Where’s the best place to put it?”

Oddly, Elaine didn’t laugh at all. “Oh, you’ll figure it out,” she told her friend casually. Sandy nodded and lowered the thing to her vagina. She shivered violently. “Holy cow!” she groaned.

Still Elaine refused to laugh. She rolled toward us. “Suck on her nipple, Rod,” she ordered. I looked at her questioningly until she lowered her mouth to her friend’s straining, erect, hard nipple; then I took a deep breath and followed suit. Sandy shuddered again.

“Statistically significant,” she moaned, her body beginning to undulate.

I stopped my sucking and raised my head. “Sandy … you have to know that ….”

Elaine also raised her head, though her mouth made a small “pop” when it let go of the nipple. “What my husband is attempting to explain,” she said, “is that he doesn’t believe his low sperm count is capable of producing the desired results.” And she sucked the tit back into her mouth again. After a long second, I followed suit.

Sandy’s body arched up toward us, her breathing labored and loud. “OH! Oh, Rod … Rod … UGH! For someone with a … Ahhh ! … with such a … scientific mind … OH! … you can be … pretty dense sometimes. Don’t you KNOW? … Oh, gosh! … Don’t you know … that … AHHH! … all it takes is one?”

And then she was lost, spiraling up and up and up into the loving arms of her orgasm.

THE PRESENT

I learned two of my life’s greatest lessons that night. First of all, when it comes to love, scientific reason is superfluous. It simply has no bearing. And secondly, as all-encompassing as is the love and respect between a man and a woman, the love and respect between a man and his brother is just as strong. Different, of course, but equally strong. It took both women to help us break the code. And while they are two separate, individual persons with the same personality, Tod and I are two halves of a whole … for he has faith in human emotion, while I seek logic and understanding in people’s interactions. Through the directions provided by the Signed First Edition, we had been allowed to see those two halves in action in each of the girls … but it took the love of both of them to show us what we men lacked individually.

That evening, after discussing our “situation” thoroughly, after each of us had his or her say … so that we all knew exactly where we were emotionally … we began our new life together. Sandy and I slept in the guest bedroom. I got up in the night and took the baby to Elaine for his feeding. Tod, beside her, slept through it all.

Sandy got her wish … both of her wishes, actually. Elaine was not pregnant, and it would take four more months of trying before she achieved that particular goal. And Sandy was. I suppose that makes the odds that I am the father of her baby … well … statistically significant; though, of course, there is no way any of us can ever really know for sure.

Pop came through with another miracle. Did I ever mention that he is a criminal lawyer in Pasadena? That, of course does not necessarily mean that he only defended criminals from Pasadena … but … in some cases, he actually did. One of those just happened to be a real estate broker, and just one of the dozens of new houses this scumball acquired through a bank fraud scheme just happened to be in our neighborhood. When he found out that Tod was in the market, Pop gained control of the title as partial payment for services rendered and then gave his son a great deal. So now, it was only a short walk between our home and Tod & Sandy’s.

Our “relationship” was unlike any other … but then, EVERY relationship is unique. It’s just a matter of degree. When we wanted to be with someone in particular, we made a few plans, and it happened. Once a month or so, Tod would take both women for a night as a threesome … and I would do the same. On some occasions, Elaine and I, or Tod and Sandy (or Sandy and I, or Tod and Elaine) would take off on an overnight getaway, leaving the other two to watch the kids. Often, though, we would simply swap for an evening.

Things changed (things ALWAYS change … it’s just the nature of “things”) one day when Elaine and Sandy and I were enjoying a morning “encore,” and all three kids (now ages two and three) rushed in demanding breakfast. (Tod, as an assistant coach for a college team, was out of town.) It didn’t faze the little rug-rats at that age, of course, but we knew we had to become more discrete for their sakes. And so … we did, getting motel rooms or otherwise making sure they weren’t exposed to our sexual lives. But, once again, discretion becomes a part of every family, where sex is concerned. Like I said … just a matter of degree.

Of one thing, I’m certain. Our kids grew up in households full of love. My two sons and I are very close, but if there was ever a time they didn’t want to discuss something with their dad for some reason, they always knew that Uncle Tod was there for them. And on many occasions, I walked in on Elaine and our niece during an emotional heart-to-heart talk.

And as for the sex … well, I think you can imagine. Two guys who look alike, but are not. Two girls who look different, but are not … both longing to submit to the dominance their men are willing to provide. Each of us with two lovers. And all of us with complete trust and faith in each other.

Yes, I think you can imagine.