The Mind Control Device Short 1: Twin Sister’s Lingering Lust by mypenname3000

The Mind Control Device Short 1: Twin Sister’s Lingering Lust by mypenname3000

Explore the tantalizing world of desire in “The Mind Control Device Short 1: Twin Sister’s Lingering Lust.” Follow the steamy journey of forbidden attraction as hidden fantasies are brought to life. Uncover the thrilling dynamics between twin sisters as they navigate their deepest cravings. Dive into this captivating adult tale that promises to ignite your imagination and leave you breathless.

Debra was supposed to forget everything that happened while mind-controlled, but she can’t help feel this lust for her twin sister!

The Mind Control Device Short

Twin Sister’s Lingering Lust

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

On a Saturday, a man named Dean Michaels desired to test a certain device. A mind-controlling device.

It was his own creation, based off rumors he’d heard of the military researching into using ultra-high frequency sounds to mind-control individuals. Inflamed by this idea, and desiring to enjoy his two barely legal daughters, he built it.

And tested it.

At a park two hours drive from his home, he activated it. Everyone in the park was affected, including a pair of nubile, twin sisters. The nature of the device would mean they would never remember their first time with a man nor with each other.

If the device worked properly, they would have no traces at all of the mind-control commands that had programmed them to not only enjoy incest, but want to love each other. The girls should never wonder what happened to their hymens or have any changes to their personalities and desires.

That was how the device was meant to work, but this was the first time it had ever been used.

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Debra Carter – Minutes Before Activation

your little asshole?

The swing creaked as I idly pushed at the sand with my feet, rocking me back a bit. My twin sister, Denise, sat beside me on another swing, her brassy-brown hair fluttering in the breeze sweeping through the park. It was a warm Saturday and we were bored.

“There are no cute boys here,” complained Denise. “Why did we come here?”

I shrugged, my arms wrapped around the chain. They were sheathed in blue plastic tubing to keep your fingers from getting pinched in the chain links. My feet dragged furrows through the sand beneath me, creating twin ruts. We had put on tight skinny jeans and tight blouses with V necklines to show off our round breasts.

We were eighteen and looking for some fun. We wanted to flirt with some cute boys.

“We should have gone to the mall,” Denise complained. “There’s just a bunch of kids here.”

“Yeah,” I said, looking around the park. A man was sitting on a park bench. He had a laptop with a stereo beside him. He typed away at it. A black-haired woman old enough to be our mother sank down beside him. She wore athletic gear and looked tired from jogging. “Just a bunch of…”

All the kids were leaving the park with their parents or by themselves. I shrugged and looked over at my sister. Her hazel eyes met mine. We were identical, her face a mirror of mine. The only difference between us was my pink blouse to her purple.

“Want to get going?” I asked her. “Bail here?”

“Yeah, definitely,” she said. “Maybe we can find a pair of cute, twin brothers and have an amazing weekend. They can sweep us off our feet and kiss us and shower us in gifts.”

“And fuck us,” I said.

My sister giggled, her cheeks growing spotted. We were both virgins and eager to change that. We just had to find the right pair of boys. We wanted to do everything together. I mean, not in the same room, but if we were in different rooms and both of us were getting it on with a hot guy who made us feel amazing, that would be perfect way for us to lose our cherries.

I pushed back on the swing, my feet leaving the ground. The chains creaked as I said, “Okay, we’re going to—”

I stretched my back as I stood on the grass by my sister. The park bench was feet away, the laptop guy putting away his computer and the speakers beside him. An eighteen-year-old girl I didn’t know was dragging her mother away from the guy, the two dressed for jogging.

“Wait, what were we talking about?” my sister asked. She thrust her arms up in the air, her purple blouse stretching over her tits.

“Um, boys, right?” I asked. I yawned. I had such a strange taste in my mouth. It was sweet. Not bad. “That’s what we were talking about?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Were we going to do… what? Gosh, I can’t remember.”

“Right,” I said. I felt so tired. But good. There was a warmth fluttering through my body. I buzzed like I had just masturbated more times than I ever had in my life. I took my twin sister’s hand. “It’s boring here. Want to go home.”

“Yeah,” she said, squeezing my hand. She covered her mouth with her other hand as she yawned. “I feel like taking a nap. The sun’s getting to me.”

The guy stood up. He looked like a cute professor who taught at our college. Dark hair, glasses, tall. Old enough to be our father but still handsome. My eyes followed him as he left with a strut. The sort of dominating walk of a winner.

“He’s cute,” I said. “Mmm, imagine losing your virginity to him.”

“Yum,” my sister said, squeezing her hands. “He is hot. Making my nipples tingle.”

Mine itched, too. I looked down and grinned. “I’m poking out.” I glanced at my sister. Her round breasts, cupped by her blouse, were topped by hard nipples. “So are you.”

“Yeah,” she said, her hips wiggling from side to side. “Feel like I just masturbated.” Flashes of my sister doing that popped into my mind. Her body twisting in passion, her round breasts heaving. Her moans echoed through my thoughts.

The wet heat between my thighs swelled. My sister’s breasts looked delicious. They were a great pair of tits, which meant I had a great pair of tits. The type that just begged to be squeezed and kneaded, her nipples sucked on.

I’d never noticed just how hot her tits were.

As we strolled across the park to head home, I kept noticing the bounce of her breasts. They were just such a delicious pair. I knew what they would feel like. I had squeezed my own while masturbating or washing them in my shower.

It would be exciting to touch her tits.

The thought of touching my twin sister’s breasts had me blinking. I wrenched my gaze from them. Why would I think of Denise like that? She was my sister. My sister. My flesh and blood. And she was a girl. I never stared at girls with hunger like that. I was into boys. Cute boys.

Why weren’t there any cute boys?

A lot of people were flooding into the park all at the same time as we neared the edge. Children ran past us, giggling and laughing. Some of the people were yawning like they’d just woken up from sleep. I arched my back. My phone beeped.

I pulled it out and… “Wow. I have a dozen texts and messages I missed.”

“Huh?” my twin said, drawing her phone out of her pocket. “I didn’t think we were at the park that long. Look at how late it is.”

“Shit,” I said. “It didn’t feel like we were here for more than fifteen minutes, not over an hour.”

“I guess time passes by when…” My sister frowned. “Talking.”

“Yeah.” I couldn’t quite remember what we were talking about for an hour. Probably boys. It was our favorite topic. Since we started getting hair on our pussies and growing tits, it had become what we loved.

We left the park. My sister’s breasts kept being a distraction. I tried to catch up on the messages from our friends, my twin doing the same. She had her attention focused on her phone, her face twisted with concentration. A lock of her brassy hair fell down her cheek. I just wanted to brush it away.

Her pink lips pursed.

What would it be like to kiss those lips…

I shot my gaze back down to my phone. Why did I think that? What was wrong with me? She was my sister. Think about cute boys.

I struggled to think of cute boys. Bruce or Clint or Rex were cute guys at my college. And there was Mr. Morrison, who was our history professor that my sister and I both had a crush on. But their faces wouldn’t stay in my mind. Denise’s kept popping up.

My cheeks burned. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Every step, the tingle in my cunt swelled. I wanted to masturbate. I gripped my phone in my left hand, my right holding Denise’s. Hers was warm and soft and her fingers were so delicate.

I struggled to answer my friends, typing with just my thumb. We walked down the sidewalk towards our home. A relaxed pace as the boil in my panties swelled and swelled. I wanted to touch myself so bad.

And I was scared about what I would think about while doing it. Not just masturbating to a girl, but to the one girl I shouldn’t. Denise was my flesh and blood. Literally. We had the same DNA. We started out as one person. During the first hours of our existence, as our original egg began dividing, we had accidentally separated. We should have been one person.

Instead, we were two.

It would be incest. Wrong.

It would be like masturbating myself if I touched her pussy.

The thought struck me like a piece of wood whipped up by a tornado and then flung away. It slammed into me so hard I stumbled, pulling my hand from my sister’s. I gasped at this taboo idea. That touching her, making love to her, was just like masturbating myself. We came from the same egg fertilized by the same sperm. We were the same person.

Was it incest for us to kiss and lick and touch each other?

“Debra?” Denise asked, glancing at me. “You okay?”

“I just… I stumbled,” I said. I shook my head. “Clumsy me.”

“That’s because you were staring at your phone and not where you’re walking,” she said, a twinkle in her hazel eyes. She had such a lovely blush to her pink cheeks. Her nipples were still hard, still poking at her blouse. I wanted to hug her. To press my own erect nubs into her breasts.

“Guilty,” I said. “You got to teach me how you do it.”

“I’m just more coordinated than you,” she said, looking dramatic.

“Maybe I should lean against you so you can support me,” I told her.

“Yeah,” she said, the pink in her cheeks growing more intense. My own cheeks were warm. I wanted to kiss her, hug her. I wanted to explode. My pussy was so hot. “Maybe you should.”