”“What?”“Look down.”I did.The gun in my hand was no a gun at all, but instead a light, fluffy feather duster. Ornate, frilly, and completely...ridiculous. A thing utterly harmless. Not even all that great for cleaning, much less harming someone. I must have stared at it in disbelief for nearly ten seconds before I realized it was not the only thing changed, not even remotely. My mind had simply refused to recognize what else it was seeing.Impossible!I couldn’t believe it, refused to accept it,. What is this? Carry's never been one to go rough, never been all that controlling. And why did it turn me on so much? Carry bit my lip, so hard I thought she might draw blood, and I groaned in wanting. "Now it's time to make good on our deal," she said, fingers still tangled in my hair. I swallowed, panting for air. "Deal?" Carry leaned down to whisper in my ear, "You'll do anything I want, remember?" "Yes. Yes, anything you want," I said, more in response to her voice than our 'deal'. "Good.". She used to visit our home two to three times in a week and I always had a huge turn on whenever I see her. I had her first memory from my high school time when I started masturbating. She was 14 years ago. She was in her early thirties or late twenties. She was much fitter and used to wear sluttier clothes. Now in her mid 40’s, her clothing has become more moderate but still, I find it sexier. Since I had a threesome with Ayesha and Usman I wanted to fuck Naheed so bad. One day my mom asked me. No sooner thought than done; Rich stood, faced Jenny and posed as he if were showing his muscles in a body building contest. He posed and flexed while Jenny grinned and watched raptly, unruffled by her brother’s audacious display. The mother swooned with the realization she was mind-controlling her children. For the rest of the evening she teased her children with salacious thoughts, planting the seeds in their minds that she hoped would bloom as lust and desire for their sibling.That night as.