Adjusting the Frequency Pt. 01 by Kinkynfit

Adjusting the Frequency Pt. 01 by Kinkynfit

Looking for a steamy adult sex story? Dive into "Adjusting the Frequency Pt. 01" for a wild ride full of passion and desire. Get ready to be swept off your feet and experience the ultimate satisfaction.<br/> Author’s Note: The following story contains scenes of mind control, incest and non-consensual sex so if that sort of thing turns you off then I suggest you pass on this 9 part story. All persons engaging in sex are over the age of 18.

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My name is Stan Rodgers. I am 22 years old and a computer science geek. I stand 5’10” tall and weigh about 165. I have short blonde hair and blue eyes and a decent build from being in the military for the last 4 years.

I was involved in frequency monitoring while over in Iraq and understand all there is to know about the different radio frequencies involved in communications. So after my tour was up and I came back to the states, I continued to tinker with it. It is quite fascinating if you know what you are doing.

My 20 year old step-sister Becca was home from college and she was always on her laptop. She is a hottie at 5’6″ and 118 lbs, with medium length dark black hair and green eyes, average breasts and a petite body. She is always lounging around in shorts and t-shirts and I have stolen quite a few glances her way from time to time.

Anyway, I was out at the mall and sitting in the food court and tinkering with this Hamm radio in my possession. I had some ear-buds in my ears, specifically the Bose Quiet Comfort 2, and turning the knob to adjust the hertz frequency when I picked up some conversation.

At first I thought it was idle chatter from some distant country. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be right here in my home town of Podunk, North Carolina.

“This will never fit me. My boobs will spill out…oh but this one is nice.” I heard a female speaking.

I looked up and all around me. There was a JCPENNEY clothing store across the way and also a Rachel’s Lingerie store. I saw a few women walk in that store and got up and wandered over to see what else I could pick up.

A short Hispanic gal was looking through the various bras on display. I expected her to be with a friend to continue the conversation.

“Ooh lace.” She turned and looked at her reflection in the window. “Yes, I definitely like the way this looks on me.” She said.

I couldn’t see her lips moving when she talked. I was still a good ways off and maybe she was whispering although it sounded like she was speaking in a normal tone of voice. I did notice that she had ear buds in her ears.

I jotted down the frequency, 750.7 megahertz.

I moved back to the food court and continued to try different frequencies when I picked up another person speaking. It was definitely a guy because he had a low deep voice.

“No way am I going to spend $400 on this pendant that Joyce wants. Oh wait here’s another one that looks similar for 1/4 the price. Perfect! The dumb broad won’t know the difference.” I spotted a late 30’s black guy in the jewelry department. He had his back to me so I couldn’t hear him speaking but I did notice that he was all alone and he too had ear buds in his ears. Maybe he was muttering to himself?

I jotted down that frequency too. It was 860.7 megahertz.

I fiddled with the dial some more and heard another male voice speaking.

“Roger, if you are right about this merger we could make a killing on this Pfizer stock purchase of GilliansGoo. Okay let’s just see how it goes and if it takes off then we can add more than the initial $2k investment. This is so freaking awesome man! I can hardly wait to see what happens with it. If this goes through then I’ll be a hundred millionaire practically overnight!”

I jotted down the frequency, 650.7 megahertz.

I then gathered my things and went to a park nearby.

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I scanned more people as I turned the dial on my Hamm radio and heard, “That must be a red breasted Robin.”

I looked around and saw a guy with a pair of binoculars and eating a sandwich. I looked further and distinctly heard the guy say, “Oh sweet! A blue Finch.” But again it was the guy eating the sandwich.

I looked down and saw the frequency was 540.7 megahertz. I made a note and continued to watch him.

“Ooh la la. She has a great looking ass.” He said the words clear as a bell but there was no way he could have because his mouth was full of food. And he also had ear buds in his ears.

It then dawned on me that I was hearing his thoughts. There was no other way to explain it.

I was tired. I didn’t sleep well last night. Maybe I saw what I wanted to see or heard what I wanted to hear, either way it was very intriguing. So I went home.

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I was off for the summer and started classes in the Fall to continue my learning to get into the computer science field.

When I got home I took a nap. It was around 2 pm. When I awoke it was 3pm and I wandered downstairs to the kitchen to make a sandwich.

Becca was there and typing away on her computer. She had ear pods in her ears so I didn’t try to make conversation with her.

I took my sandwich into the other room and ate it and tinkered with the Hamm radio some more. I turned the dial to each of the 3 frequencies I heard earlier this morning. And when I hit the 860.7 frequency, I distinctly heard my sister’s voice.

“I hate my breasts Sam.” She said.

“No but that’s the thing. My nipples are always hard. I can’t help it.” She replied

“You would say that being a lesbian. My nipples do not look hot sticking out of my shirt!” She said.

“If I could get a guy just by my nipples alone, I would do that.” She laughed.

“You go girl. Have fun shopping for that new vibrator!” She giggled.

“Speaking of vibrators, I need to check out the Family Pies movie Sam was going on and on about. A step brother and sister going at it. I’m surprised she would like looking at a guy with a big dick. Maybe she’s not as gay as she thinks she is.” She mused.

And the connection ended.

I took a short walk outside and when I came back inside, I tuned the radio back to 860.7.

“Oh yeah, that one’s nice.” I heard her say.

I looked in the kitchen but Becca was hidden behind her computer screen again and I couldn’t see her face, so I walked in the kitchen and busied myself at the refrigerator and waited for her to speak again.

(“I could definitely get my lips around that.” I heard her say plain as day only she never said anything out loud.)

Holy shit! How was this even possible?

I went back in the other room and pondered it all and that’s when I had an epiphany. Perhaps everyone I heard speaking today who had ear buds in their ears, was thinking thoughts. There must be something in the ear buds that resonates with the different frequencies that allows me to hear a person’s thoughts and not what they are listening to.

I was so preoccupied with that idea that I only partially caught what my sister said next.

(“…I would definitely suck that thick meaty cock.”)

My eyes got real big and I suddenly felt dirty for spying on my sister’s most personal thoughts, but I also felt something else. I felt aroused.

(“Too bad I can’t find a guy with a dick like this. At least I have my vibrator. Mmmm, my pussy is wet. It’s a good thing that Stan is in the other room and can’t hear the sounds coming from this movie or he might blow a gasket. Or see this long thick dick. I better go and masturbate before I have an orgasm right here. He he he.” She said in her mind.)

I watched as she got up and grabbed her laptop and went up to her bedroom.

I walked in the kitchen and looked at the chair she was sitting in and noticed that the seat was wet. Did Becca do that?

I reached my hand down and touched the wetness and brought my fingers up to my face and the smell was unmistakable. It was pussy alright and my dick grew hard. Damn!

(“Oh..eah,..inch her..ipples hard. That’s it..aby. Make it..urt. Mmmm!” Becca moaned in her head.)

I walked upstairs to hear her better since there was quite a bit of static. I went in my bedroom which is right next to hers and closed my bedroom door. I removed my shorts and started to stroke my dick. I couldn’t help it. This was hot!

(“Oh that must feel good! Come on big boy! Fuck that pussy deeeeep. YES!” Becca moaned in her mind.)

This was so hot to listen to and I watched as precum began to ooze out of my cock.

(“Mmmm, I love how this vibrator buzzes my clitty. I do miss not having a dick in my mouth. I love precum and miss tasting it. I wonder if Tommy Haskins is home yet. His dick is only 5 inches but 5 inches is better than no inches. He he he.” She mused in her head.)

I had way more than 5 inches Becca. I could probably match the dick you were looking at on the computer inch for inch.

“Oh this vibrator feels so good on my clit. If I wasn’t a virgin I could get fucked like the poor little tramp in the video.” She groaned.

Shit! My sister is a virgin! Fuck! Too bad because I have a big fat cock for you sis.

“I’m never gonna cum now. Not with thoughts of Tommy Haskins and his pathetic little prick. Fuck this is hopeless!” She groaned.

Oh Becca if you weren’t my sister.

“Fuck her! Fuck her greedy cunt! Here he cums! YESSSSSSSSS!!!! Look at all that goey, thick globs of sperm shooting on her tits. Way better than Tommy and his pathetic pecker dribbling down my fist.” My sister moaned.

“Too bad you are my sister Becca or I would grant you your wish and cover your perfect tits with massive globs of sperm from my huge cock.” I said out loud.

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An idea formed in my mind.

I was so fucking horny after hearing my sister climax and opened a drawer and grabbed a pair of sweats that were cutoff around mid thigh. I put them on and looked in the mirror and saw that my dick could easily be seen as it hung down. I also grabbed a t-shirt and left my room and walked down to the kitchen.

I was reading a magazine when Becca walked in the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks.

(“Holy shit! I can see the outline of Stan’s dick through his sweats. I never knew he had such a big dick before. I better stop staring before he notices.” And she walked over to the table again.)

I glanced her way and saw that her nipples were erect and smiled before heading into the other room.

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(“I need to think of some way to get Stan interested in me. But wait, he’ll never go for it. It’s incest Becca. It’s not like porn where everyone is acting. Even if I could get him interested, he’ll never go for it. But wait, maybe I don’t even need to make the first move. Maybe I can just let him see me undressing or ask him to put some lotion on my back while I sun myself by the pool and then turn and let him see my breast and act all snotty and blame him for being a perv, or maybe I can blackmail him in some other way. Oooh, the thought of doing those things is very wicked and making me even wetter!” Becca mused in her head.)