Diet
by Pan
Chapter 27
“These sessions have helped you lose weight, haven’t they?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
My mother’s hum of agreement made my dick hard.
Shit, at this point everything about my Mom made my dick hard. She was the fittest she’d ever been, but despite her recent weight-loss, each of her tits were still bigger than my head. And whenever I put her under, she’d strip for me at a snap of my fingers, bend over my knees, and let me spank her naked body to orgasm after orgasm.
And when she wasn’t under hypnosis, she was happily—and enthusiastically—punishing my sister. Her daughter. Mom had reached a point where she was completely comfortable putting nipple clamps on her daughter’s tits, then spanking her bare ass hard enough to leave a bruise.
So, so many of my wildest fantasies had come true. Six months ago I never would have believed any of this would even be possible, let alone a standard part of my daily routine.
But there were still so many fantasies left on my bucket-list, so I pressed on.
“If I were to stop hypnotizing you, you’d probably regress, wouldn’t you?”
Mom’s eyes widened. She obviously hadn’t considered the possibility of our sessions ending.
“Yes,” she said, her voice wavering slightly at the idea.
“If I were to stop punishing you, stop rewarding you, stop putting you under—you’d probably put all that weight back on, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she repeated, the sad tone in her voice making me throb with arousal.
“Why do you think I’ve been helping you?”
I’d gone down this road with Cynthia, but not with Mom, so I gave her a few moments to ponder the question.
“Because you’re a good son,” she said. I couldn’t help but smirk at the level of trust my family had in me. “Because you want me to be as healthy as I can.”
“What do you think I’ve been getting out of it?”
I’d worked out, from my various questions over the past few months, that Mom had an extremely deliberate blind spot when it came to me and sex. She’d never talk about it directly, of course, but I knew that she knew that I knew she was getting off when I spanked her.
But how I felt about my own mother cumming at my hand each night? That was a topic that she steadfastly refused to consider, even on a subconscious level.
“I don’t know,” she eventually responded. She sounded nervous.
Good.
“You haven’t really thought about it, have you?”
Mom shook her head.
“You’ve never even considered what your son is getting out of all the work he does for you, have you?”
My tone was firm. Steely. Hard. Cold as ice.
Just like my cock. Well, except the last part.
“No.”
“I want you to imagine what would happen if Daniel stopped hypnotizing you.”
There was a scared look in her eyes.
Good.
“I want you to picture it—all your weight coming back. Probably more than before; that’s how diets often work.”
Fact. It was called yo-yo dieting. I’d had that card in my hand for a while, ready to play if either of my women got out of line.
The threat of me leaving would be more than enough to scare them straight, of that I was sure.
Straight…or the opposite.
My mother nodded in response to my instruction, clearly terrified.
“You’ll be more overweight than you were to begin with, and your son won’t help you again. You don’t have the willpower to lose that weight again on your own, do you?”
“No,” Mom whimpered.
“You need me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Mom begged.
“You’ve been pretty selfish, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” Mom whispered.
“For the past few months, you’ve only thought of yourself. You’ve never even considered what your son gets out of spending so much time and energy helping you get fit. Am I right?”
“You’re right.”
“What does that make you?”
“Selfish?”
“What else?”
“I…I…”
Mom stammered, and I leaned forward, drinking it in. I loved my family, of course, but I couldn’t deny it—even more than that, I loved seeing them suffer.
After almost a minute of watching my Mom fail to come up with an answer, I decided to help her out.
“It makes you a bad mother. Say it.”
“I’m a bad mother.”
“It makes you a terrible person. Say it.”
“I’m…I’m a terrible person.”
“What do we do with terrible people?”
Mom’s eyes glistened with tears as she stared at me, desperate to know the right answer.
“It’s very simple,” I smiled. “We punish them.”
As Cynthia’s aftershocks died down, I stared at her, a worried look on my face.
“Cynthia?”
“Mmm?” she purred.
“Are you okay?”
“Yesss,” she said, sounding like a balloon having the air let out of it.
I had gotten so used to it, but for the past…god, I didn’t even know how long, my sister had been a living example of tense. Perpetually aroused, almost beyond breaking point…now that she’d cum, she looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen her.
This was bad.
Or was it?
A smile slowly crept across my face. After all, last time she’d cum while under, I’d had to…help her.
“Do you think you’ll suspect something is up if you wake up right now?”
“Yes,” she said, as if starting to pay attention once more.
“We need to fix that, don’t we?”
“Yes.”
“If we don’t fix it, you’ll be suspicious, and I won’t be able to keep on hypnotizing you.”
Fear flitted over her face, very briefly. My cock stood to attention.
I loved my family.
“We need to get you back to how you were before I put you under, don’t we?”
“Yes,” Cynthia gulped.
“I’ll need to finger you, won’t I?”
I was already standing up, moving towards my sister on the bed. Her pink panties were soaked; the wet spot spread right to her waist, and disappeared between her perfect ass-cheeks.
But my sister didn’t give the answer I’d expected.
“…no.”
“What?”
“No,” she repeated.
I squinted at her.
“No what?”
“No,” Cynthia said for a third time. “Fingering me won’t help.”
“…why not?”
“It’s been almost two months since I came,” she responded. “I’ve been so turned on for so long…it’s felt like my entire body was throbbing, every hour of the day.”
“So what?” I interrupted. “Why does that mean I shouldn’t touch you?”
“It won’t be enough,” my sister said sadly. “Seven weeks of edging, of constantly being turned on…having you touch me won’t be enough to recreate that level of arousal.”
My face dropped. Fuck.
Fuck.
I sat back down in the seat beside my sister’s bed. My heart was racing—everything I’d worked at, everything I’d put so much time and energy into for so long…it was all about to be undone.
And it wasn’t even my fault! I hadn’t screwed up this time; Cynthia had cum spontaneously. It had been completely outside of my control.
It was ironic, really—I was never going to get to fuck my sister, because she’d been so turned on by the idea that I wanted to fuck her.
Fuck!
After several minutes of deep, panicked breathing, I turned back to my sister.
“Are…are you sure you’ll be able to tell that you’ve cum, when you wake up?”
“Yes,” she said, in a tone of voice I was very familiar with. It was the ‘what a stupid question’ intonation that she’d been using for my entire life.
And, like, she wasn’t wrong to use that tone. It was blatantly obvious—even to me—that something was different. All her tension had dissolved. She was so chill, she could’ve been the lovechild of Mr. Freeze and the Dalai Lama.
“And your conscious mind will definitely be suspicious?”
“I’m sure.”
“Why?”
All I needed was a hole. A gap. Anything that I could use to salvage the situation.
“Because you told me to believe we were only talking about diet stuff. Health stuff. Not attraction.”
Right. Yeah, I’d been very clear about that.
Fuck.
“What if I were to finger you for, like…an hour? Would that be enough?”
“No,” Cynthia responded, after taking a moment to think about it. “I was really, really worked up when I went under. Also, I’d probably wonder why this session had taken so much longer than the others.”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
It was so unfair. I’d done everything right!
Not morally, sure, but…like, it had all been working. And then my plans had been undone by the very thing I’d been building towards—my sister’s attraction to me.
My sister’s attraction to me.
“Cynthia,” I said, stumbling over my words in a rush to get them out. “Why wouldn’t it work if I finger you?”
“Because I touch myself like that every night. Sometimes for more than an hour. It just won’t be enough”
I remembered her words the last time we’d had a similar problem, when I’d touched her. When I’d rubbed her wet pussy through her panties, she’d been repeating it over and over, trying desperately to convince herself:
“You’re my trainer. You’re my trainer.”
It had been important for her to think of me as her trainer, not her brother Daniel—she’d still been in denial about how attracted to me she was.
She’d tried desperately to pretend that I wasn’t me.
But now…
“I’ll be using your brother’s fingers…” I said, enjoying the flush that passed over her body as she took in my words. “Wouldn’t that make it hotter?”
“Uh huh,” she replied dreamily. “That would be so hot…”
To my dismay, her voice snapped back to normal as she continued.
“…but it still won’t be enough.”
I threw my head back in frustration.
“What would be hot enough?” I asked, more to myself than to my sister.
To my surprise, Cynthia answered, her voice confident and clear.
“You could fuck me.”
My eyes grew so wide, I wouldn’t have been surprised if my eyeballs had fallen out. “What!?”
“You could…you could fuck me,” she repeated. “You could fuck me with my brother’s cock.”
“Do you agree? Do you need to be punished?”
Mom’s mouth fell open—for a moment, she looked like a fish, flapping her jaw without any words coming out.
Eventually she responded, exactly as I’d hoped she would.
“…yes,” she said, resigned. “I need to be punished.”
“Good,” I grinned. “But this won’t be like the other punishments, will it?”
She threw me a look, her eyes still glazed over even as her mouth curled in confusion.
“The other punishments were for things that you knew you’d done, choices that you consciously made. When you snacked on those peanut butter M&M’s, or tore through an entire bag of easter eggs…you knew you’d done something wrong, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Mom agreed. Her tone told me that she still wasn’t following.
“But taking your son for granted, being such a bad mother, such a terrible person—that was unconscious, wasn’t it?”
“I guess so?”
“You didn’t even notice what you’d done, did you? You had to be told.”
Mom nodded.
“So this punishment is going to be different. This isn’t going to be a punishment I give you while you’re awake. This is something I’m going to give you now, subconsciously. You won’t even know why you’re doing it, but you won’t question it. Say it.”
“I won’t even know why I’m doing it, but I won’t question it.”
“You’ll do exactly as I command, without even knowing why. Say it.”
“I’ll do exactly as you command, without even knowing why.”
“You won’t let yourself think about it consciously, will you?”
“No.”
“It’ll be like thinking about how your son feels about spanking you—it’s not something you’ll allow yourself to reflect on, not even for a moment. Say it.”
“It’s not something I’ll let myself reflect on, not even for a moment.”
“You will obey unquestioningly. Say it.”
“I will obey unquestioningly.”
I literally don’t think my cock could have been harder.
“You will complete your punishment because you know you’ve been a bad person. It’s the only way that you’ll improve. Say it.”
“I will complete my punishment because I…I know I’ve been a bad person. It’s the only way that I’ll improve.”
“And if you don’t improve…your son might stop helping you.”
My mother’s face went white at the idea.
“What will you do?”
“Whatever punishment you give me,” she said. “Without question.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“W-what?” I said, staring at my sister, refusing to believe I’d heard her correctly.
“You could fuck me,” she said again, with an undercurrent of lust in her words. “My brother’s cock inside me, taking my virginity, showing how attracted he is to me…that would turn me on more than anything.”
“Yeah, but I…I…”
You know how sometimes you go in to see your doctor, and even though you’re on time for your appointment, you see the waiting room full of people and you figure it must be one of those days? So you pull out your phone, load up a game or whatever and prepare to spend the rest of your day in the waiting room.
And then like two or three minutes after you sit down, you hear your name. Maybe the other people were walk-ins, or here to see someone else or whatever, but you’d resigned yourself to a loooonnng wait and suddenly…you’re done. You’re in, you’re out, far faster than you’d expected.
Yeah. It was like that.
Fucking my sister had always been part of the plan, of course. I mean, that shouldn’t be a surprise. I hadn’t been doing all this so we could start a family band.
I’d been slowly building towards getting between my sister’s legs, taking her virginity, being the first cock she ever felt inside her…but the emphasis had been on slowly.
I’d thought I was on, like, level six out of ten, but suddenly I’d finished the game.
I’d finished the game.
A huge grin spread across my face.
I was there. I’d done it.
I was going to fuck my sister.
I was going to fuck my sister.
“Great,” I said, my smile so bright that it could probably be seen from space. “Let’s…uh, let’s do that.”
“Okay,” Cynthia replied, like she didn’t quite believe what I was saying.
I didn’t really believe it either.
“Do you need me to warm you up, or are you wet enough already?”
“I’m wet enough already,” she said firmly. “I’m so, so wet.”
“Great,” I said again.
I hadn’t planned for this—at all—but the clock was ticking, and so without much in the way of ceremony, I undid my fly and pulled my cock out.
I’d thought my sister had looked turned-on just at the idea of me fucking her, but when my erection came into view, her expression changed to one of pure lust. Want.
Need.
As you can imagine, I don’t spend a huge amount of time looking at other dude’s cocks. I’ve often wondered how mine compared…based on my sister’s reaction, I was pretty sure I didn’t have much to worry about in that area.
She didn’t move, of course, but something told me that she wanted to—that she wanted to gravitate towards my dick.
Touch it. Taste it. Feel it inside her.
“Are you ready?” I asked again. My voice was raspy. Nervous.
I’d dreamed of it for so long, and it was finally happening.
“Uh huh,” she replied dreamily. “Please…”
“I’m going to do it,” I warned, and my sister’s entire body twitched at the idea. “Is that okay?”
“Do it,” she moaned. “Fuck me. I want to feel my brother’s cock inside me. Please…”
I probably could have stripped her naked. I’d still never seen my sister’s bare tits, and this was probably the best opportunity I’d ever had.
After all, if she woke up, it’s not like ‘Oh hey I’m topless’ would be her top concern.
But as you can imagine, I wasn’t exactly thinking straight, so the thought never even occurred to me.
I was still wearing a polo shirt and my unbuckled jeans…I could have taken them off, felt my sister’s skin against mine, but I was nervous and harried enough that I just kept them on.
I ran my hand down my sister’s half-naked body, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin, loving the gasps and panting moans she let out as I did. When I reached her panties, I moved them aside.
The last time I’d touched my sister’s panties, I’d done nothing more than touch them. I’d rubbed her gusset until she was ‘squirmy’ once more; she hadn’t been comfortable going any further than that.
Now, I could see it. I could see my sister’s quivering quim. Hairless. Pink. Perfect.
It looked so beautiful; I could only imagine how it would feel.
Except I didn’t have to imagine. Not any more. Positioned my cock at her entrance, I gently thrust forward.
Oh. My. God.
As I’ve said before, I’m no stranger to jerking off.
This is probably obvious by now, but I’m actually a virgin. Yeah, me and my sister both. I’ve fooled around with girls before, a little—my last girlfriend, Erin Murphy, had even gone down on me once or twice.
It had felt good, but fuck. Fuck. It didn’t hold a candle to the feeling of my bare cock slipping between my sister’s wet pussy-lips.
Cynthia was twitching as I slowly moved into her, inch by inch. “Don’t cum,” I grunted.
“Don’t cum…” she echoed in response.
“I’m fucking you,” I panted.
“Don’t cum…” she repeated with a long groan.
The sensation of my sister’s cunt opening to allow my cock access—she was tight, soft, hot, and extremely wet—was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I could feel her insides twitch with arousal as I entered her; her open mouth was letting out constant grunts, moans, and squeaks, and I knew for sure that if I ordered her to cum, she’d be squeezing me in orgasm as soon as the words left my mouth.
“Don’t cum,” I gasped once again. Her eyes were completely unfocused, and her skin was flushed as I felt the last inch of my bare cock slide inside her.
“Don’t cum,” she said back to me. I couldn’t help but smile—apparently my cock had completely melted her brain, and all she could do was repeat my own words back to me.
As my pubic hair pressed up against my sister’s bare pussy, I paused for a moment to savor my victory.
I’d done it. I’d taken my sister’s virginity. It was real; it was finally happening. I was inside her—something I’d fantasized about for as long as I’d been having fantasies.
I was fucking my sister.
Well…not yet.
Without warning, I pulled out slowly; the sensation was exquisite, almost as good as it had been to enter her. Cynthia’s back arched with arousal, pushing her bra-clad tits against my shirt. The most movement she’d ever made while under.
I thrust inside her again, hard, enjoying her shudders of pleasure.
Now I was fucking my sister.
Even though I’d only jerked off a few hours ago, I knew it wouldn’t be long until I unloaded inside her, coating the walls of her cunt with my seed.
“Don’t cum,” she squeaked, presumably reminding herself of my instructions. “Don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum…”
I was moments away, and her tone got more desperate.
“Don’t cum! Don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum…”
I paused; it sounded like Cynthia was about to disobey, like she was going to get off at the sensation of my dick inside her…but as her blank eyes suddenly met mine, those two words pleadingly leaving her mouth over and over again, I suddenly realized she wan’t talking to herself.
She wasn’t mindlessly repeating what I’d said, she was begging me not to cum inside her.
My eyes widened. If I came inside her, it would be obvious what we’d done. What I’d done…
“Don’t cum,” she gasped once more, before her eyes began to roll back in pleasure. The walls of her pussy were vibrating against my cock—she was either cumming herself or edging; I couldn’t tell which.
I pulled my cock out from between my sister’s legs, just in time.
“Nooooo…” she moaned; her hips thrust, trying to chase my cock as it left her.
As soon as I was clear, I felt a churning in my balls, and watched with a combination of shock and pleasure as my cock pulsed, shooting its load over my sister’s prone body.
I sat there for almost a minute, breathing heavily.
I’d done it. I’d just…I’d fucked my sister.
I’d fucked my sister. And if I hadn’t been worried about waking her up, I could’ve cum inside her.
Cynthia’s virginity was mine. Cynthia was mine.
I’d taken my sister’s virginity. I’d fucked her until I came.
In that moment, I knew: there was nothing I couldn’t do.
“Fuck,” I said with a satisfied smile, after I’d come down from my orgasm. “Do you feel throbby enough, or should we do that again?”
“Again…” Cynthia moaned. “Again, and again, and again, and again…”