Continued from chapter 3...
Shocked that she slapped him again and again, Albert was surprised that his sister had discovered his sinister plan to hypnotize her and his mother for sex so soon. She was savvy but obviously underestimating her, he didn't give her credit for the intelligence she had to see through his ruse. He figured that it would be a while before his mother and/or his sister suspected that they had been hypnotized.
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The afternoon air was warm, but not unusually so for that time of year. It had been ten minutes since the local highschool had been dismissed for the weekend. Two eighteen year old students were making their way through quiet neighborhoods nearby.
Ethan found it extremely difficult to walk properly, even on the smooth, level footpath. A mixture of nervousness and excitement was causing him to over-think every step.
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There are no characters under that age of 18-years-old in this story. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18-years-old.
Twenty-three-year-old Albert loved reading incest stories on Literotica. His favorite incest stories were about hypnotizing sisters and/or mothers to have sex with their brothers and/or sons. Every time he read such a story on Literotica, he imagined hypnotizing his nineteen-year-old, virginal sister, Emma, and/or his mother, 45-year-old MILF of a mother, Linda.
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Lily was annoyed when she stepped through the front door. As much as she enjoyed hanging out with her girlfriends, the constant gossip and drama was grating. Holly was by far the worst of them, and while she was fun to hang around and sweet in her own way, she wasn't above calling a friend a cow behind her back, either out of jest or spite.
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NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 years or older. The term 'teenage' can still refer to somebody 18 or 19 years old! This story is pure fantasy. Enjoy!!
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"Shut UP!" Marcy realized she was making a mistake as soon as she said it, but a whole semester's worth of pent-up frustration and irritation just bubbled out of her mouth and she couldn't stop it anymore. "God, I am so sick of you telling me how fucking great you are! 'Oh, I'm so hot.' 'Oh, I totally had that guy eating out of my hand.' 'Oh, don't you love how this outfit looks on me?' 'Oh, I could have any man I want.' You are such a vain, stuck-up, self-obsessed...bitch!"
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Martine looks down the row of women, each one standing perfectly still with their hands behind their head and their elbows just touching the girl next to them on either side. She sees blondes, brunettes, redheads, women of every race and color, a celebration of female beauty. They are all naked, oiled lightly, and each one has the exact same expression of perfect joy on their face.
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Ursula almost remembered the dream that night.
The alarm shattered most of it; even as she was waking up, the strident buzzing noise crashed through the memories, leaving nothing but fragments. She grasped at them, trying to hang onto something, anything at all. There was a hand, she knew, a hand sliding down the swell of her hip and...and a taste like wet rubber...no good. It was gone. Ursula hit the snooze button, but the dream didn't come back.
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"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice," Albert hypnotizes Emma to strip naked and give him sex.
Continued from chapter four...
"When I snap my fingers, you will awaken refresh and rested. When you hear the word Beetlejuice, you will immediately become very horny. When you hear the word Beetlejuice, your nipples will harden and become fully erect. When you hear the word Beetlejuice your pussy will become sopping wet with sexual lust for me. With all of this happening immediately when you hear the word Beetlejuice, you will be ready to have sex with me, your brother."
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"Hello? Anyone here?"
Sam closed the door behind him, and gazed around the labyrinth of shelves for the owner. For the last twelve years, Magikal Goods was run by a man named Karlus. He was a loner, not talking much outside of making a deal. But lately, he'd been even more reserved. People would walk in wanting to haggle, and he's just aggressively point to the price on the item until they'd either pay it, or walk out.
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