10 comments/ 81320 views/ 34 favorites Sixth Form Slimmer By: grumpyg This story is a complete work of fiction, but is something that could just possibly happen. All characters are 18 or over. Don't try this at home! If you are not careful, hypnosis can have unpredictable consequences ... as you are about to read. ***** "Hi daddy," said Emily, as soon as I came through the door. Most days if she was home I would get a hug and a huge kiss on the cheek as soon as walked in from work. Even if I'd had an asshole of a time at the office, Emily's cheerfulness and greeting made my day, perked me up and readied me for whatever lay in store at home. Always as a bit of fun I'd pat her on the bottom - I'd done that since she was a kid. More recently if I'd tried leaving my hand there a bit longer, she'd say "Daddy! That's naughty!" And wag her finger. But she never stopped me doing it. As usual, a wonderful aroma came from the kitchen. "Dinner will be in 5," came an equally cheery voice from somewhere near the oven. Emily's enthusiasm for life ran 24/7, she even smiled in her sleep. A bubbly, very popular girl in the 6th form she was doing well in her studies. As usual she was still in her statutory white school blouse with a blue, red and narrow yellow striped tie which identified her as Norbury High. Complement that with a pleated dark blue skirt and white knee-hi socks and you had my perfect schoolgirl. Her popularity was echoed by the 50 plus friends she'd invited to her 18th birthday disco and the large amount of presents she'd received. That was 7 weeks ago and now the excitement was over she was getting her head round some serious exam swotting. Anna, my wife of 22 years, brought dinner through. She's the perfect woman and far too good a cook. I was just under 11 stone when we married and it stayed that way for a long time. When she was expecting Emily, she seemed to not only eat for two but also cook for three ... And she always seemed to overestimate. As Anna piled on the pounds, so did I. It never helps having an office job and driving to work. As Emily grew we all ate too much. The extra pounds stayed on plus a few more for luck. It's not quite so easy to lose the pounds though - and after finding out my energy level was about the same as a 55 year old man, I started to seriously consider what I could do to lose weight. In the summer Anna and I would take Emily for walks - short ones at first because that's all I could manage without getting out of breath. We all needed exercise and to lose weight. Anna joined a slimming club and I tried to lose weight at the same time but didn't have the willpower. My health was suffering. A colleague recommended a hypnotist who'd helped him lose weight, so I tried that. The hypnotist was good but expensive; I lost 2 stone over a 3 month period, helped by booster sessions and a tape recording which I played once a day. That was 12 years ago. Since then I've tried my best, but I'm nowhere near the 11 stone I was when we got married. "So what's happened at school today?" I must have asked that 500 times over the years - even when Emily got into the 6th form. "Oh, nothing much." Emily's stock answer, often accompanied by a non-stop 10 minute digest of that day's events. My mother's 'no talking when eating' rule was rarely adhered to. Teacher moans, girly gossip, that day's take on boys, complaints about homework - nothing got missed. "We were talking about holidays mostly," said Emily. "Where we were all going and new clothes and stuff. Oh! And Christine thinks I'm getting fat." It wasn't the first time this had been brought up. Emily, though not yet obese, loved her food and was gradually piling on the pounds. Like many of her friends, weight was an issue. Her small height didn't help. I made a mental note ***** Nothing more was said for a couple of weeks until Emily and Anna were out clothes shopping. Emily just wasn't her usual cheerful self. "There's some really nice stuff but I look awful in them." Tears were in her eyes. Her weight was really becoming an issue. Some time later in the evening Anna came up with a suggestion. "You know that time you piled on weight? You went to see that hypnotist." "Yes, still got the tape somewhere. You're suggesting I need it again, aren't you?" "Well, you do to be honest. But, no. Do you think Emily might use it?" "Not really. He mentions my name all the way through it to reinforce the suggestions. Anyway it's just a booster, it's not quite the same as the first few sessions I had.' Anna thought for a while. "Do you think you could adapt it for Emily? I mean, you write the stuff down as if it was the first session, and read it out to Emily." "You mean me try to hypnotise her? No it would never work! Emily would never let me anyway ... No. I can't do that." "But you and Emily are real close. Think about it. She's dead keen to lose weight but she just can't seem to do it." I kept quiet, but Anna wouldn't let up. We were in bed before she mentioned it again. "What if I spoke to her? Would you try?" "OK you win. I'll try to dig out that tape. It might even help me." I just couldn't get it out of my mind. If I could help her lose weight what else could I make her do? I went to sleep with an erection. ***** A few days went by. Anna had spoken to Emily who didn't think I could hypnotise her but would give it a try. I found the audio tape and the old clock/ radio which had a tape player. Rigging that up to the computer and I had a CD. With a pair of headphones on it still worked fine for me - I'd forgotten how relaxing a session could be. That and some research on the 'net and I had a script. "OK, I'm ready." I told Emily. She giggled. "You have to at least believe it might work," I said. "And you have to trust me." Anna thought we needed some space ... and she had gossip to catch up on, leaving Emily with me. I lit a large single candle. "OK, Emily, just get comfortable. Take a deep breath and watch the candle flicker. Watch the flame flicker differently every time. Watch it Emily ... making your eyes so tired, so sleepy ... I thought at first Emily was just looking rather bored, watching the flame just to please me. Then she started to blink, eyes drooped, "... Can't keep them open any more. Sooo relaxed sooo tired, sleepy eyes, tired, sleepy, relaxed ..." Bit by bit it was obvious she was trying to keep awake but just couldn't. I continued with the script. "... deeply deeply hypnotised ... you only hear me, Emily ... do everything I say ... everything. Without question ... do you understand Emily?" A very sleepy reply, "Yes, understand, everything you say, can't resist." I needed to check if she would respond, if she would do something simple. "When you come home from school tomorrow Emily you will not watch TV. You will start revision. You will remember every word, Emily, every single word. You will pass all your exams easily. Do you understand Emily?" "Understand ... revise ... no TV ... pass exams" "When I come in, you will come and hug me, kiss me on the cheek, tell me how well you are revising. You will be happy. Then I will put my hands on your bottom and leave them there. On your bottom, Emily, but you won't notice. You won't tell me off. Do you understand, Emily?" "Understand. Hug you, love you, not say anything." "Now Emily as I count from 5 to 1 you'll wake up. You'll not remember you've been hypnotised, you'll not remember anything that's been said but you will do everything I've told you. Whenever I light the candle and say 'sleep' you'll be deeply hypnotised." "2, relaxed and refreshed ...1, wake up." "Why did you light the candle, daddy? When you are you going to hypnotise me?" "I guess it didn't work sweetheart. Maybe we'll try tomorrow." ***** When I arrived home to following day Emily was still reading her school books. As soon as she saw me she grinned, "Hey daddy, you're home." Big hug, big kiss. I put my hands firmly on her bottom, pulled her to me ... paused ... paused some more. "I've been revising a lot. Gotta go daddy, lots to read, lots to remember." Over dinner I smiled to Anna. We're going to have our second session later. ***** Candle lit. "Sleep." This time Emily was out like a light. As per the internet suggestions I successfully tried to deepen the trance. "Your tummy is shrinking a little bit each day. Smaller and smaller. It doesn't need as much food to fill it. Tummy smaller ... eat less each day. You will not feel hungry." "Yes daddy, smaller tummy, eat less." "When I come home tomorrow you'll hug me like you do your boyfriend. Press your hips real close and kiss me like your boyfriend. When I put my hands on your bottom under your skirt you won't notice. My hands, underneath your skirt will feel very sexy, though you won't know why. It will feel just like your boyfriend is touching, but as soon as I let go, you won't remember what happened and you will object if I touch there again. You'll just feel very sexy." I figured that as her boyfriend was away from home at the moment she might be missing him. "Understand ... kiss daddy, feel sexy." "Emily. Do you believe in angels?" "Yes daddy. They guard over people." "Will angels do anything you ask them?" "If it's a good thing daddy, 'course they will." "When I say the word 'Dream' your own personal angel will come to you. You can whisper 'Touch' and she will tickle you on your panties and it will feel really nice. But only if you want her to. Do you understand?" I was giving Emily the choice. "Yes daddy.'Dream' - Angel comes.'Touch' - Angel touches me." "Touches where?" "On my panties ... feels nice." "When she touches you, lift your skirt and point. Just point, not touch. She will tickle you wherever you wish and it will feel very sexy, very nice. If you want her to tickle harder, whisper 'more', tickle lighter, say 'less'. If you want her to go inside your panties, pull them to one side and whisper 'inside'. 'Do you understand, Emily?' Even her deeply hypnotised state, Emily smiled. "Yes, understand." "Emily, would you like your angel to come now?" "Mmmmm. Yes." "Dream Emily, dream well." Just the very slightest whisper, "Touch" Emily pointed. After a few seconds, my daughter's face was a picture! Her legs opened and her hips began to move. "Down," her legs opened wider. "More"... "More" ... She bit her bottom lip as if in full concentration. More commands followed. Her breathing deepened. She shuffled down a little more to allow her legs more freedom, lifted her skirt, pulled at the elastic of her silky panties. "Inside." I could clearly see Emily's pussy, hardly obstructed by what was possibly 2 weeks of hair regrowth. I could see her slit and below, a very nice, very moist pussy. "Inside, inside, more. Here! Yes. Mmmm." "Emily, I'm going to leave you with the angel for a few minutes. You must direct her alone, but you MUST NOT cum. Is that OK?' "OK." Did I sense a touch of disappointment? ***** I needed a break; I took a can from the fridge. My mouth was very dry, the beer helped greatly. When I returned Emily was whispering 'less' in a very sleepy voice. She still had her panties aside; her juices were in full flow. 'Emily," I lifted up her hand and put mine into it. "This is the angel's hand. Move her fingers where you want. She will know how to make you cum. Whilst you know her fingers are touching you, every touch will be 10 times more powerful, 10 times more sexy." This was beyond my wildest dreams. Emily was so greatly aroused I had no difficulty at all locating her clit. Ever so gently I circled, but ... 'more' ... I speeded up, ... 'more' ... ''more' ..... 'mmmmm.' I had imagined finger fucking Emily in the past, but it had always just been a fantasy. Here I was now, 2 fingers coated in girly-cum. Emily was so out of it I wasn't really sure she knew she'd cum. Her juices told differently. "Emily, every time you lose 1 pound in weight, the angel will come again, in bed. All you have to do is whisper 'Angel come." "If you have enjoyed the Angel visiting, leave the panties you're wearing now hidden in daddy's jacket pocket, but make sure mum doesn't see. "... 3 ... 2 ... 1, eyes open and awake. Emily opened her eyes, yawned and a sudden shiver passed through her. I asked if she was OK. "Yes, daddy, I'm fine, but I just need to go to the bathroom." A few minutes later she returned, more composed and smiling. She kept looking curiously at the candle. "I guess I must have fallen asleep, I just had this weird dream. Maybe we will try the diet thing tomorrow." ***** I'd totally forgotten about the panties until I got some change for a coffee from an inside pocket. I snuck off to the gents. I hadn't bargained for the stain, the sweat and the pee after being snug up to her pussy all day at school. Beautiful, to look at, with a heavenly scent. I shot my cum into the toilet bowl with the speed of a missile rocket. When I arrived home later that day Emily was again busy studying. As soon as she saw me she rushed over. "Hey daddy, you're home." She gave me a great big hug. "I love you lots daddy," said Emily, and gave me a huge kiss on the lips, mouth slightly open. I put my hands behind her and touched her bottom. I'm sure she hadn't even noticed. She gave me another big hug, this time moving herself close to me and rubbing up against my groin. I slowly moved my hand down and under her skirt. I could feel the bare skin of her bottom and when I moved my hand further along I could tell that today she was wearing a thong. Slowly I moved my hands around gently caressing her bottom, then sliding my fingers further down to where the scant material covered her pussy. Deciding to try my luck whilst she was very much awake, I pushed a little harder; I could feel the warmth and wetness inside her cunt. Thinking that Anna might come through at any time I let go. A few minutes later we were all sat around the dinner table making small talk about the day. Three quarters through her meal, Emily suddenly put her knife and fork down. "I'm sorry mum I just can't eat anymore, I'm full." I winked to Anna. A little later I said to Anna "I think this hypnosis is working, I'll try again tonight. Oh, and I also suggested she studies a bit harder." Anna smiled. "I wondered why she went straight to her books." A big kiss, "You think of everything." A bit more than you know, I thought. I wouldn't dare tell her the other suggestions I had made to Emily. "Oh, by the way," said Anna. "Some months ago the girls were talking at school about everyone having a Guardian Angel. She's now convinced her Angel came to visit her. Emily's convinced her Angel is going to help her lose weight." I just smiled. ***** Emily was unexpectedly eager to start her third session, asking when we could sit down and light the candle. We went through to the lounge. Candle lit. "Sleep," I paused. "Deeper and deeper sleep. Every time I count downwards you will be 10 times more relaxed than ever before. You will obey everything. Obey everything, Emily, but you will remember nothing after you awake from this session ... 10 ... 9 ... ... 2 ... 1" Emily lay like a rag doll, as if every muscle in her body had relaxed fully. "Tomorrow, at school, all through the day you will feel so sexy, and when no-one is looking you will want to rub your pussy so much. Every time you rub you will feel even sexier but you won't be able to cum. When I come home you will realise just how much you miss your boyfriend. You will show daddy how much. Every kiss, every touch, every hug will be like the best ever time you've been with your boyfriend. Every time you kiss or hug me you feel one hundred times sexier than ever before. You will not resist any touch from me." "Do you understand?" Her reply was slow, as if struggling to find enough energy to talk. "Mmmm understand ... love daddy ... miss boyfriend ...love daddy lots ... mmm" "Good girl. Now next time mum is out, you will decide to take a shower. But when you have finished you have to call daddy. You won't be able to find the towel and you will want daddy to dry you all over, slowly. Every little touch of the towel will make you feel sexy. You will insist I check you all over before I go. You'll also ask daddy to take your dirty panties to the linen bin. As soon as I leave the bathroom you'll forget I was ever there and you will finish drying yourself." "Understand." "As your reward, the Angel is going to visit you now. 'Dream'. The Angel has given you permission to cum. She will invite you to use you own fingers, so you must cum hard for the Angel and you can cum as many times as you want. Every time you cum it will 10 times more powerful than the time before" I knew Anna was going to be out all next evening. I left Emily for a full 30 minutes of uncontrolled erotic dreaming. "3 ... 2 ... 1 ... awake." Emily yawned, rubbed her eyes, stretched. She kept flexing her fingers as if cramped. Her skirt was still pulled up and her pale green panties showed a big damp patch. "Wow. I feel so good, like I've slept for a week." ***** As I walked in the following day, Emily rushed over. I told her I was busting for the bathroom and she even followed me up there. I just didn't know when she was going to let me go. Her kiss was something else, searching every part of my mouth. Maybe I need some tips. Frustrated by the secret masturbation at school that I'd suggested, she would be so ready for sexual release. She ground her hips time and time again into my crotch. Lucky boyfriend. With her breasts so soft pressed tightly against me I nearly came in my pants. She was so close I just moved my hands down under her skirt. Her bottom was bare until I found the thin fabric of her thong. I went as far as I dare, letting a finger of one hand firmly push just slightly into her bum hole, the other hand under the dampness of her cunny. Two scents to savour later. She kissed me again as if she was kissing her boyfriend. I envied him. Again at dinner table Emily left food, even though Anna had given her less. Anna left for her regular night out with friends at 7pm. She would be down town till very late. "Daddy, my hair's a mess. I might as well get a shower." "OK. Have fun!" I still had both scents on my fingers from earlier. Both were arousing, depending on my mood. I rubbed at my pants anticipating the call from Emily. Emily loved her shower. Even when she was younger she stayed in as long as we let her. 10 minutes passed, 15 ... Then the shower stopped. After a moment or two she shouted, "Daddy, daddeee!" "What sweetheart?" "I forgot the towel. Please daddy, can you get one." I went in the airing cupboard. I took one and knocked on the bathroom door." "It's here Emily, I'll pass it through." "Oh daddy. I'm wet through. Bring it in please." What awaited me took my breath away. There stood my precious 18 year old wet and naked daughter. Not strictly perfect shape but I hate anorexic. I handed her the towel, my eyes popping out of their sockets as she made no effort to cover up. "Please, daddy, can you help. I can never reach everywhere." For one of the very few times in my life I was speechless. "OK," I said, dabbing her face and light brown hair first, "I'll see if I can get you really dry." Apart from lifting her arms and spreading her legs, she stood motionless. Very carefully, very gently I caressed her skin with the towel. Her neck, shoulders, 32c breasts with edible nipples. As I dried the sides of her breasts she gave a little shiver. She started giggling, "That tickles." Her sides, tummy. "Daddy you're doing it far too fast. And you've missed under my boobs." Sixth Form Slimmer - A Friend in Ne Sixth Form Slimmer - A Friend in Ne Whatever it was, Becky lay, naked, caressed by something or someone unknown. Almost as if relearning an inborn instinct, the fingers of one of her hands reached up to tease already erect nipples atop her AA cup, firm breasts. Each touch sent tingles, each tingle relaxed her more, each wave of relaxation brought even more pleasant feelings of arousal. She was engrossed in her own world of new sensations, oblivious to all around her. The fingers of her other hand reached down to seek out her highly sensitive clit. She was wet. Very wet. ----- Ryan had been awake for a while now. His mom had long since given up expecting him to come down for breakfast much before noon. He, too, had a full bladder, but holding his piss added to the very pleasant feeling of a full erection. He knew, from the after-soccer team showers, that his cock was neither the biggest nor the smallest of his team mates. But it was ample. And just as now, when it filled to near bursting, it was more than ample to entertain whichever of the team's groupies he cared to hang out with. Girls talked amongst themselves. There was always competition to be with him ... always a desire to check out for themselves the size of Ryan's engorged cock, touch, caress, test it to the limit. It made them, and Ryan, feel good. Several of the girls at school and several others - friends, family and more - followed the team home and away, ferried around by parents - fathers who enjoyed the football and mothers who acted as unpaid taxis. The choice of girls was there, every week during term time, for Ryan to pick as he pleased. Sometimes just a kiss and grope, sometimes a blowjob, sometimes freshly worn panties to bring home, sometimes much, much more. Ryan heard his sister go to the bathroom but thought nothing of it. Listened to her pee noisily, for in her rush she hadn't closed the bathroom door. Sometimes she did that, closing it only if she knew Ryan or her daddy were around. Was it odd for a brother to enjoy listening to his sister pee? One of the soccer groupies, Suzanna, had let him look, satisfied his curiosity. Such a small hole, hidden away, a little way below her love-button She'd giggled when Ryan had explored there with his tongue. Suzanna was good for a kiss, good for a grope. She sucked him off real good, even though she almost choked! Good for a dare and, if she really liked you, good for a fuck. They'd got together at Ryan's 18th birthday party, a few weeks before the school summer break, Suzanna had wrapped herself around him most of the evening. What started off a just a birthday kiss had ended up with much more. During the following weeks they'd hardly been apart – then Suzanna, like many of the groupies, beacme discarded in favour of a new girlfriend. Finally, parted from his reverie, his need to pee became too much. Reluctantly he had to move from his comfy bed. Passing Becky's room he stopped in his tracks. Her door had blown open just sufficient for him to see inside. Unusual ... her door was normally snecked shut. What he saw was beyond belief: Becky, naked as the day she was born, niftily, swiftly moving fingers here and there; fingers that seemed to moving of their own accord, fingers that knew exactly where to go. Becky, his shy, dowdy, slightly tubby sister wasn't like that, surely? He'd heard the stories at school - big sis knew nothing about sex, never talked about sex, had only one boyfriend ... for two days. So why the fuck was she laid there now, showing him her all? Suzanna and the other soccer team groupies totally forgotten, his need to pee put further on hold, Ryan gazed wide-eyed. His jaw dropped. This wasn't a soccer girl he only half knew. This wasn't a girl who just wanted his attention. This was his sister. His cock regained its fullness, tenting his boxers. With one hand Becky was caressing her tiny titties, now pulling her nipples enough to hurt. With the other hand she was rapidly fingering her clit. Soft moans came from her mouth. Her eyes were shut tightly. The fine blonde hair that barely covered her mound hid nothing. Very neatly curved, thought Ryan, just a split mound ... a split widened by busy fingers. The glistening juice on her fingers and slowly running from her love cave was inviting. Even her tiny titties looked deliciously perfect. Ryan's cock was now firm within his fist ... his rapidly moving fist. Bringing him closer and closer. Fuck. Just as his sister gave out a very satisfied moan of pleasure, a gallon of Ryan's jizz shot out, some splashing and running down Becky's bedroom door, some landing in a pool on the carpet. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Despite all the speed of mopping up with tissue there remained small telltale damp patches. Ryan just hoped beyond hope they wouldn't be noticed. Hoped he hadn't been noticed, but Becky was lost in a dream of her own. She slipped quickly into a deep sleep. She awoke later feeling in absolute bliss, deeply relaxed, still horny and with the vivid memory of an erotic dream ... a very vivid dream about her brother. On the spur of the moment she sought out her favourite panties, short denim skirt and a thin white tee-shirt. Perhaps her brother might realise it was he who had made her so horny and it was he, running naked on a football pitch, who featured in her dream. She was totally unaware that he'd already had a private viewing. ----- So when I'm lying in my bed, Thoughts running through my head And I feel that love is dead I'm loving angels instead. ----- Becky hadn't felt this good for quite some time. All day long her nipples stood proud and even the slightest movement of the thin cotton against them gave her pleasurable sensations. She couldn't remember when her microtits had felt so sensitive. Her brother noticed ... too damn right he noticed. AA cup or not, her nipples told the plain truth; she was horny. Even her daddy noticed when he returned from work. Damn what he thought. Damn what her brother thought. Becky still felt horny that night when she went to bed. During the day, try as she might, Becky just could not get one other thought out of her head. She rang Emily but there was no reply. She sent her text after text asking when she could see Gordon. Emily replied each time that her daddy was at work. It just wasn't possible for a candle session before Saturday. Period. Meanwhile, I had been quizzing Emily. Becky, now I knew, had been bullied at school for her shyness and small size, her tiny breasts ... even her choice of clothes She was shy and a comfort eater, didn't have a boyfriend ... didn't even know what a blowjob was. Her brother was the total opposite but looked after his 'little' sister, taking on the bullies one by one. Their ages caused some confusion but I now knew Becky was the elder by just 13 months. ----- That night, Ryan just couldn't get to sleep. Not only had his sister given him a premiere Oscar winning performance but she'd walked around all day, seemingly without a care, with two coat peg nipples pushing against what was a very thin tee-shirt. Like many teens, Becky had favourite clothes. Comfortable, well-worn casual clothes like her well washed tee-shirt that was becoming thinner and thinner with every wash. What did her daddy think? Neither Ryan nor Becky had heard him say anything but his eyes told all, following Becky as she walked round in an almost see thru top. No bra either. Not even one of her AA cup trainer bras that looked as if it belonged to a much younger girl. What was Becky thinking? Somehow, Ryan had suddenly found his sister strangely arousing. How could small titties produce such large nipples? Nature has a way of evening things out; babies need to feed, even if the milk jugs aren't very big. How had he been so wrong, why had he never noticed before? And why, he wondered, was she making him so fucking hard? All day and almost until he went to sleep, Ryan tossed over in his mind the conundrum that was Becky. Was she trying to repay him for tackling the school bullies? Was she at last growing out of the shyness that plagued her social life? In bed he replayed, almost like a video, what he'd seen that morning. By the time he'd got to sleep his cock was sore and his jizz stores were completely empty. ----- Trevor had noticed his daughter had been behaving quite differently. Was Becky just in one if her teenage moods? Sometimes ... often times ... teenage girls could be quite precocious. But Becky? No, surely not. His pint sized baby was more quiet and shy than any of her friends - few they may be. He'd witnessed for himself Becky bending forward, some well worn tee-shirt that he could almost see right through, gaping just enough to show inside of it ... though admittedly it was only a tiny peek. And later in the evening with the light from the window behind her, showing a conical silhouette of what small titties she had. And sat on the chair, quite lazily, in that short skirt of hers! Why, he could even make out a damp patch on her panties. Even though he knew she'd seen him looking, she'd made no attempt to block his view. In fact, the opposite ... she'd made it even easier. He would tell her mom. No, he thought, Becky's mom would just say he shouldn't have looked. Only pervy fathers did that. Like when they'd chanced upon that beach in Spain. She'd caught him casting more than a glance at some topless teen girls ... and much worse still she'd seen him trying to peek inside Becky's towel as she changed. Later that night she'd refused him sex and refused point blank to let her husband perv any more. They hadn't visited any more beaches that holiday. Who was that school friend she'd been hanging around with? Emily? Yes, Emily ... Trevor had driven Becky to Emily's birthday party last year. Some nice girls there too. He'd seen some arrive in micro skirts, party wear that revealed all ... low cut tops, tits almost dropping out, faces plastered with makeup. He'd recalled that evening several times when his bitch wife was snoring away 5 minutes after the bedroom light went out. That Emily. Lovely girl ... by god she was fit. Was she telling Becky what to wear? He couldn't risk saying something that might mean Emily never came again. Emily was very fuckable. There! He'd admitted it. Pervy? Never. Emily was 19. He was just like any other man. No, he decided. If Becky did it again he would speak directly to her. But, but ... it was, after all, innocent fun. Although Becky's titties were very small Trev had found seeing them very arousing, even more so with the sight of Becky's damp panties. Very arousing indeed, his cock having approved almost immediately. It was surely only natural for her daddy to approve of what nature had given her. Her mom would never have noticed later that he'd slunk guiltily to the bathroom for a wank. Becky sometimes absentmindedly left her panties there but he was out of luck. Despite that, there was nothing like a good wank, the only sexual pleasure he ever got these days. Trev felt very much the same the following day, his daughter's display of sexuality etched deep into his memory. ----- Saturday afternoon was too long to wait, but that was immovable. All day Friday Becky could think of nothing else but that magic candle. Saturday came, Emily met up with her and both together kept that irresistible appointment. As soon as Emily opened the door, Becky's eyes glazed. She pushed rudely past Emily to give me a greeting I would not forget. Her kiss needed some education, rapidly taught. Her tits simply didn't feel the same as Emily's, but her hip grind immediately brought the same response; my floppy was being instantly reformatted ... and to double density. Perhaps Becky had looked a little odd, walking to Emily's in her school uniform, occasionally tucking over the skirt waistband to shorten the length. She wanted to look her best, her (why did it matter?) her sexiest. She just knew that if, perhaps, this pleased me, I may agree to retry the candle magic. This time, she promised herself, she would not fall asleep. In her bag she had a gift for me. She hadn't a clue why, but maybe I'd love to see her favourite panties. The ones she'd worn two days before - drippingly horny all day. They weren't washed but I surely wouldn't mind. If the candle magic went well she would let me keep them as a gift. I was indeed impressed. Just before the hug, her palmed panties were transferred to my hand, and from there into my pocket. I smiled. My newfound gift was working beyond belief. A quick look at Becky's still glazed eyes and my hands moved swiftly down her shortened school skirt, under the hem and up to her panties. Warm, soft. Imperfect as Becky was, her butt felt amazing. Once inside her panties, my fingertips sought out the dampness, the fragrance of her treasure within - the most wonderful fragrance known to man. Almost as reluctantly as Emily the week before, Becky relinquished her hug. Immediately Emily took her place, a momentary look of jealousy on her face. An unseen look of disgust passed over Becky's face. Why did Emily have to hug her own daddy? She was just wasting time before the candle could be lit. ----- "Just watch the candle flame flicker. It makes your eyes so tired. So tired you want to relax and sleep." Emily couldn't remember how she'd got there, just that she was now laid upstairs on her bed. She was feeling horny. Very horny. Not finger horny, fill-me-up-inside horny. Primed and ready. She needn't have worried. Becky was having some Becky-time, or more to the point Becky-and-angel time. Time to think, time to absorb some intense therapy. Becky was on hold. 'Therapy, yes therapy,' I thought, taking the stairs two by two. Nothing better to put a spring in my step than the thought of entertaining my daughter. Entertaining her in the way she liked best ... entertaining her in the way I liked best. Emily smiled as I walked into her bedroom. "Undress. Slowly." No sooner had Emily started to lift her tee, before even an inch of flesh was visible a rush of arousal rippled through her. Her pussy tingled, a wonderful butterfly feeling radiated from her tummy. "Slowly." As the cotton fabric brushed over her nipples, shivers raced through her. All her flesh goosebumped. The slower the fabric moved, the more intense was her pleasure. "Slowly." Every inch of her body relaxed. Then a buzzing like that of the most gentle, most erotic vibrator started to pulse against her pussy. I was amazed. I gasped as the cotton passed over Emily's nipples. Pretty and pert. I'd seen her breasts many times but rarely when Emily was so aroused. 'Slowly.' Every word from me enhanced the feeling more. By now Emily was in ecstasy. Hands behind her, zip pulled down, she tugged so slowly feeling every skirt fibre individually tickle her already electrified skin. Her now naked hips emphasised so well what I first sought to achieve - my sixth form slimmer was now slim indeed. Slim, toned, perfectly in shape. My ideal princess. I took over. Not wanting to spoil such a perfect view, I gently, slowly pulled her skirt down, over her feet, to be discarded on the floor. Every slight move of the rough denim brought her close to, but not over the point of no return. Which just left her panties. Her soaked panties. "Wait." Her building orgasm now rapidly ebbed away. Words could be so cruel. Emily knew I would want to uncover her total nakedness. That I would want to approve the scent that soaked her panties completely. "Now me." Even as she rose to come towards me, she knew my next words. "No. Wait." She felt a flood of utter pride course through her that I found her naked body so beautiful, so irresistible. She stood, posed, motionless, watched as my eyes took in her beauty. Inch by beautiful inch I too was proud of my daughter. My eyes slowly moved down her body. "Panties. Slowly." It was if she was giving a performance at the most expensive Soho strip club. Even though she wore only panties she gave me a tantalising display of dancing, hips swaying, seducing. She pulled me towards her bed to sit, came close ... skin only an inch in front of my face. Emily pulled back only far enough to remove her panties, kicked them off, retrieved them, smeared the wetness under my nose, gave them to me to savour the scent. I had viewed, appreciated, adored my daughter's naked body so many times before. Every time I looked I saw something new. Most of all I loved her beautiful breasts, each topped with the most delightful cherry. I loved the smooth unspoilt, unhidden vee atop her legs which I could kiss, smell, taste. A smooth, silky, deeply valleyed pussy, carefully tended every shower. There was no choice. I had helped her slim, helped her study, so Emily MUST, every shower, shave herself smooth. I have a fine silk handkerchief with which I test her. Any drag of the silk against her skin would mean withdrawal of her hypnotreats. But that particular day, Emily had been on the go for a long time. Since her early shower her divine groove was now summer-sweaty, slightly pissy and mixed with female pussy juice trapped there. The result of this combination was a wonderful odour. The deeply musky scent would not have been to everyone's liking, but I consider its acrid, sharp smell to sharpen one's senses. Sat on the edge of the bed, I deeply inhaled the bittersweet perfume. 100% pure pheromone. Immediately I was aware of my cock gaining a fullness like never before. "Now me." No rush, but no need to slow. Easing me to lay flat on her bed and deftly unzipping me, she took me in her mouth. Slowly at first she took the tip and eased my foreskin back, running her tongue around the now exposed head. Then bit by bit she took in my full length. I remembered that the first couple of times, a few weeks before, she gagged. But not now. First slowly, then faster she tried to induce the salty, sticky liquid to shoot into her throat. "Stop!" Just in time I managed to deprive her of a mouthful of cum. There was a genuine look of disapproval on her face but I wanted my salty liquid inside her special cave. Playfully, she picked up her panties again and smothering my nose with them she climbed on the bed astraddle me. I now had another close-up view of my favourite part of Emily. It was her turn to tease me. She tossed her panties away. "Please." Her turn for a one word request - not an order. Emily raised, lowered, manoeuvred herself to allow my tongue to reach her clitty. Gently I could suck, bite, lick that most sensitive place. "Mmmm, yes, please. Yes ... there, just there." I can't describe the taste. I guess I don't need to for I'm sure such taste is familiar to many men ... indeed to some ladies too. It is a taste for a pussy gourmet, better than the most expensive caviar. It subtly changes too, from day to day, right up to and through the monthly four to five day break. "Yes, daddy please. No ... no ... slower. Don't make me cum too soon. Mmmmm." The scent, that heavenly intoxicating scent. 'Parfum de pussy', fresh daily ... or not, occasionally, too fresh daily. Both were pleasing in their own way, depending on my mood. "Mmmmmmm. Oh! Yes!" Even the gutteral commentary was in itself arousing, often manufactured and sold by some over a telephone wire. I turned my full attention back to Emily's clit. "More, daddy, please. More. Faster. There, just there. Faster. Oh, oh, oh daddy. Mmmmmm. Ohmygod. AAAAHHHHH!! Emily's well deserved orgasm pulsed through her. Senses were lost as the wave of pure pleasure gushed through her. She shivered, shook, convulsed with a myriad ripples of muscle contactions ... then total relaxation. No sooner than her orgasm had subsided, Emily turned her attentions to me. She defly, with her hands and the minimum of fuss, coaxed my fullness into a steely rod. Swiftly changing places, she presented herself, doggy-like, to have me, her daddy, inside her. Sixth Form Slimmer - A Friend in Ne This, I thought, was what it was all about. Short, one-word commands enabled my princess to fully enjoy my presence inside her. Every thrust of my cock, every slap of my balls against her butt brought exquisite pleasure to both of us. For me, of course. Emily was as tight, if not tighter, than Anna had once been, (Anna, I recalled, had never kept herself trim and fit). Emily's abruptly cancelled expert blowjob had increased the urgency of my body's natural desire to shoot its payload. I had to slow right down so we could fully enjoy our own pleasures. Finally, with an eye on the time that had passed, I picked up speed so that my cannon could fire deep within Emily. And Becky? Half-an-hour later, with both Emily and I satisfied, I went back downstairs. In hypnosis, as in sleep, time passes quickly. She simply wasn't aware I'd been away. She wasn't aware she'd been hypnotised. She wasn't aware of my need to see her naked. "So, Becky, from today onwards, you'll still find your tummy feels full with less and less food. Every time your weight goes down you'll feel more aroused, more relaxed, more sexy, more content." "Becky, Emily tells me that Ryan has helped control the bullies at school, and you must repay his kindness. Whenever you lose weight, you'll remember how Ryan has helped you and you will do whatever it takes to please him. You'll feel even more sexy every time he is near. Do you understand?" "Yes," her voice was distant, but the smile confirmed she agreed she owed her brother. I didn't know ... even Becky didn't know she'd already started. "You must show your appreciation. You must show Ryan in a way he likes. Cuddles, touches, any way you can. Your true appreciation will make you feel good sexy, aroused. He must know how good he makes you feel." Another nod, another smile. If my plan worked it would completely change her shyness, lose her some weight and make her constantly aware of her sex. And if Ryan wasn't half-asleep he'd take every opportunity offered to him. "Your daddy too. He will enjoy your attention. You need to entertain him." "Now Becky, as before, you will forget everything that's happened, but your subconscious will remember all I have said ... ... 3, 2, 1." This time Becky didn't apologise for falling asleep. She felt good, relaxed. 'It must be the magic candle,' she thought, 'Accept it.' She thought for a moment. "I didn't tell you Gordon, I'd lost two pounds. I really must show you." "It's OK, I'll take your word for it." "No, Gordon. I really must. I don't know how it works but it's good. I really must show you." Almost before the words were out of her mouth Becky was on her feet. Her school tie was the first to go, followed by rapid unbuttoning of her white shirt. Her titties were the smallest I've ever seen. Reasonably well formed, but mini. To give my readers an idea, they were a typical cone-shaped top, nipple, then semicircular underneath - you get the idea. Adorable mid-brown nipples surrounded by paler circles made up a little for the small breasts. Her tummy, whilst not too fat, clearly showed the results of snacking junk food and, given the right diet, a slim tummy would harmonise well with what breasts she had. By now her regulation blue school skirt was unzipped. This was no sensual striptease, she was simply getting undressed. Her skirt dropped to the floor revealing plain pink and white panties - store budget line at a guess. Unlacing equally cheap trainers ... teased and bullied for those no doubt ... she quickly kicked them off. By now the whole process seemed robotic. No wiggle of her (did I forget to say?) best ass-et, she simply pulled down her panties and kicked them off. "You can already see, can't you?" She asked, proudly, fanning her fingers and placing them on her tummy. But my eyes were drawn to her perfect pussy, hidden slightly by fine blonde pubes. No hint yet of outer lips, just smooth intimate curves. I reached out to touch her bare skin, very soft and smooth, as if I was confirming her tummy was slightly less fat than before. "You're doing really well," I said, just letting my fingers lazily trace over her smooth skin. She involuntarily shivered, goosebumps quickly forming. "Sorry," I continued, suddenly realising I may have been one of the few to touch there. Her skin was sensitive ... of course it was. My cock had noticed too. "It's OK," replied Becky. "You're doing really well." Another dose of flattery was always the best answer. "And you must show me each time we meet." "Anyway, Becky, Emily's mom will be home real soon. I really don't think she'll want to see me with you naked! Let's see how much you can lose this next week. Better get dressed, I think." Not a moment too soon! I heard the front door open ... Anna was back early. I hoped my tone of voice didn't give away my guilt feelings. I introduced Becky. "This is Becky - one of Emily's school friends. Emily asked me if I could help Becky slim." "Well, your magic candle approach to slimming seems to have worked well before. And you agreed?" I nodded. "She's a bit shy as well. She's been bullied and has no confidence. I thought I could try and help there as well." "Gordon, that's real good of you. How thoughtful. Becky can come round anytime. I don't mind giving you a bit of space." "Hmmm. I'm working through the week. I thought perhaps Saturdays, while you're out. You know the candle magic needs a quiet room." "True ... and I could visit Mary next Sunday, too, if you want some space. It's really kind of you to help Emily's friend." Anna didn't say anything, but she knew I was always randy after a 'candle' session. I smiled to myself. Perhaps things would progress a little faster. I just couldn't wait to find out if Becky was a virgin. ----- Ryan had the whole afternoon to reflect on his sister's behaviour. His parents were both out and Emily had called round for Becky. Pants down at his ankles, his right hand was being constantly exercised. If only he'd thought quickly - the video cam on his phone would have been so much better than his memory. He'd passed Becky's room several times over the past two days; the door had been firmly shut. Why had his quiet, shy sister suddenly become so aware of what effect she could have on the two males in the house? Was she going to repeat the show? She hadn't said much at all ... in fact she hadn't said anything. Maybe Emily was trying to teach her what she'd been missing. The girls that Ryan knew were certainly aware of their sexual power and how exactly to get their own way, but his sister wasn't like that ... was she? ----- Later into the evening I still had both girls on my mind. I had done my best not just to help Becky slim, but also tackle her naivety, her shyness, her lack of much sexual knowledge, except that knowledge which girls (and boys) instinctively know. I knew Emily would gladly help me. I had the method, Becky now had the desire, Emily had the power to teach. Anna and I were watching TV, but she knew my mind was elsewhere; it always was after a candle session. She knew her gentle touches in bed would bring about my attention to her needs. Anna didn't want to know about the sessions; they aroused me, and later I would fuck her until she was satisfied. After the stresses of the sessions I would rarely come, but Anna would. And, for Anna, that mattered a lot. ---- Sunday was always quiet. Chance for daddy to chill out while mom cooked dinner. Maybe a pint at their local, chatting up the barmaid. 'Tits like melons,' Becky had heard him say. No repeat of Becky's bedroom fun but she was in a remarkably good mood. Mom was working away in the kitchen when brother and sister finally arrived downstairs. Ryan soon noticed sis was wearing quite a loose top with a low neckline ... not because the top was anything special, but because of the way it gaped fully open when she bent to place a cup of coffee in front of him. He just couldn't remember her doing so before. He couldn't remember seeing the top - perhaps she'd just bought it. Again she bent over, giving him an unrestricted view of her tiny tits. Coffee served up, she came and sat beside him ... put her arm around him, gave him a kiss on the cheek. "What was that for?" Ryan looked puzzled. "I guess I never showed my appreciation for standing up to the bullies." Ryan, for once, was almost lost for words. "Oh, it's cool! You're my sister." ----- Sunday lunch was one of the few times the family were all sat round the table together. Ryan thought he'd imagined someone had touched his leg .. it couldn't be his mom, she was sat opposite. It happened again. This time he saw his sister move her hand down ... almost accidentally brushing against the outside of his leg, then again on his thigh. He looked at Becky, poker faced. Becky giggled. Couldn't stop herself. "What was that for?" enquired her mom. "Oh nothing! Just a joke Emily told me." Her poker face returned. Dinner continued as if nothing had happened ... right up to just before Ryan was about to leave the table. He felt Becky's touch again, this time very near where many other girls had touched him. He felt his cock respond but said nothing. Stll poker faced, Becky sat talking with her mom as if nothing was happening. Ryan, meanwhile, shuffled as far forward as he could without attracting attention. Becky continued, gradually moving her hand higher to Ryan's crotch. She didn't know why, but she felt a compulsion to repay her brother's kindness in dealing with the bullying and taunts. Emily had been very helpful in helping her understand a boy's needs. The conversation continued. All Becky knew was that there was a very large bulge inside Ryan's pants. Only once had she wanked a guy off and her treatment of Ryan's equipment was quite rough. Unskilled though she was, Ryan was so receptive to his sister's amateurish touches, a short while later he came in his pants. Mom seemed puzzled that Becky had left almost a third of her lunch uneaten. She seemed to be more inclined to talk, even refusing the option of a dessert. And why had Ryan left the table in a rush? Thinking she had maybe hurt her brother, Becky was a little upset and confused ... but for the rest of the day Ryan had quite a smile on his face. ----- 'Perhaps,' thought Emily, 'I gave Becky too much information.' She wondered whether Becky would dare wear the low-cut top she'd lent her. With her exercise and slimming, the top was too big for Emily, but Becky had such smaller breasts that instead of just showing cleavage the top would simply gape open, revealing all. ----- It was Wednesday before Becky dare check out the bathroom scales again. The customary pee beforehand (why do females always do this?), then tentatively on to the scales. No, that couldn't be right, could it? Three more pounds? No, the scales were definitely faulty. She stepped off, then carefully on to the scales again. Three pounds lighter ... that made five pounds in all since she'd first met Gordon ... Gordon and the magic candle. He would be pleased, very pleased with her. She must show him ... yes, show him, let him feel, touch, caress, fondle. Suddenly she could remember ... feel the sensation of light tickles. Gordon's hands hadn't been cold but had made her shiver, tingle and get goosebumps. Goosebumps that were forming now, of their own accord. Goosebumps felt good, goosebumps when she thought of Gordon. Whether by absent mindedness or not, Becky did not shut the bedroom door behind her. Suddenly it felt as if a hundred pairs of hands were lightly caressing her body, hardly touching, constantly moving. She almost ripped off her pj's in the rush to ensure the invisible fingers were not hindered. Now, as before, laid naked atop the duvet Becky again began to sink into a deeply relaxed dreamy state. Thoughts and dreams, visions and fantasies raced through her brain. It was Gordon, wasn't it, who was touching her so? But then, no! Fleeting images of her brother who she'd jacked off under cover of the dinner table. She hadn't meant to ... But no! Emily came into view, telling how to please any boy of her choice, what to wear and how to wear it, what to say, where to touch. Every image seemed to sink her further into that comfortable mattress, her body almost floating ... angels' wings now seducing her, bidding her copy. Becky's hands began to move of their own free will, her own fingers taking over the exploration of her body, lifting her to a peak, then letting the feelings subside. It was Ryan's lucky day again, Becky surely hadn't meant to leave her door open. His cock was already beginning to rise and press against his boxers. Becky again seemed lost in herself, as if touching, tickling, fondling her most secret parts without thinking. She seemed asleep ... did girls do that in their sleep? He watched in amazement as her fingers moved rapidly. Soft moans came from her mouth, her breathing quickened and then she slowed almost to a stop. One, then two fingers went inside her. Ryan could see the silky lubrication coat her finger. Urgently she inserted then removed her fingers, raising and lowering her ass on the bed. Her other hand circled first one, then the other tiny breast. Fingers tickled then pulled each perfectly formed nipple, pinched each roughly, tweaking and squeezing. They would be sore later but, for now, just added to her arousal. Ryan silently moved into the room, afraid the floor would creak. Becky remained wrapped in her own world, intent in nothing more than total self pleasure. She seemed lost in a dream, oblivious to all around. He was rock solid now and determined not to waste the second chance of watching Becky. He was close to her now, could see all of her intimate self. Not a fat, shy Becky but someone different, as if acting in her own personal movie. He reached out, touched her leg, ran his fingers gently up the inside of her thigh. At first nothing happened, then slowly Becky stopped touching herself and parted her legs more to give him access. Ryan knew well how to tease, how to please a girl. He knew too that girls differed ... what some liked, others hated. It was just a matter of watching, listening and learning. Ryan was the master. His success with girls was well known; please them first time, please them anytime. Ever so carefully so as not to alarm his sister, Ryan moved his hand closer and closer to her treasure cave. Becky - semi aware of new sensations moved her legs still wider apart. She sleepily mouthed a name, followed by 'yes', but Ryan could not make out what she'd said. He must listen more carefully. "Yes, there, yes. More. Yes Gordon. Yes." What the fuck was happening? Gordon? Who the fuck was Gordon? He was gonna damn well find out. Ryan spoke gently so as not to alarm. "No, Becky. Ryan, your brother. It's OK." "Yes, Ryan. Have to please Ryan.' There was a long silence, interspersed with "Mmmm." Was Becky dreaming a very erotic dream? Was Ryan dreaming? He stopped touching. "More, Ryan. Again." Becky's angel had stopped. It was time for human touch to take over until her angel was needed again. Ryan didn't need asking again. His fingers continued to gently tease Becky's skin. He could feel the dampness of Becky's arousal nectar. He could smell the sweet scent that nature endows. He could touch the very fine blonde hair which barely hid Becky's groove. He could see her outer lips puff out as her arousal mounted. Gently parting her perfect lips, his finger sought her pleasure bud. Pausing only a second or two, he brought his coated fingertip to his nose. No matter how similar, every female has a different basic scent. Becky's was perhaps disguised by the previous day's events. Night-concentrated, freshly wiped pee, sweat and diet tainted odours all mingled to make a unique scent. Sharp, but very pleasant, it was 100% Becky. He quickly returned to gently arousing his sister. His work was being rewarded by Becky's moans and lifting her hips. Did she want to be taught? Did she want to learn how a ginormous orgasm felt? Moving a pillow under her raised butt, Ryan eased Becky's legs open just sufficient for him to place his head between her legs. His expert tongue instinctively knew its target. Now he was fully in control of a mind blowing lesson Becky would never forget. Becky remained deep within a post-hypnotic trance. She was more acutely aware of all her sexual senses than she would normally be. Gradually she could feel a sensation building at the base of her stomach, and an increasing tingling radiating from her clit. The two gradually moved together, in harmony, building and building until: "Mmmmm, yes, no, more, mmmmm, oh god, oh fuck oh!!! OOOOOHHHHHH!!! MMMMMMMM!!! Her hips bucked, her body shivered from top to toe as the orgasm burst through her. ----- As Becky's waves of orgasm subsided, Ryan returned to his room. He just could not work things out. Guilt filled him in case he had misread the whole situation but this did not stop him jacking off, taking mere seconds to cum. He, like Becky, let his head rest on the pillow, drifting rapidly back to sleep. Becky's waves of orgasm had roused her from hypno-sleep. Two minutes later she was back in deep natural slumber, to rest her senses. The rest of that day whenever the two met Becky smiled broadly. She knew full well what Ryan had done was natural, was good, and was just a tiny part of the debt she owed him, a debt that money could never repay. ----- You've got me hypnotized All it took was just one Little look into your eyes I'll do whatever you say Command me and I'll obey ----- To be continued Sixth Form Slimmer - Summer of Love Although this story is a work of fiction and a fantasy, it is something that could possibly happen given the right situations, people and time. Before reading this you may like to read my previous story, Sixth Form Slimmer, if you haven't already done so. All characters herein are 18 or over. ***** A few weeks had gone by since I'd agreed to adapt my own experiences of hypnosis, to try and help my daughter Emily to slim. As a bonus I'd managed to help her study. Unfortunately something had gone slightly amiss with my own selfish attempts to have some fun with Emily, but in the end both Emily and I had a lot of fun. There will be many people who would shake their head and point a finger at me ... Incestuous father! ... Should be hanged! ... I reckon they're just jealous. Emily was more than happy. She had multiple orgasms whenever she wanted, she was able to repay me in kind, bringing us closer together and her overeating problems were solved. Add to this the power Emily now has to become self-aroused, thus bringing pleasure to a future partner, and we have a success story. One day though, my daughter came back early from an evening out with her boyfriend. She burst through the door, mascara a mess. It was obvious from her distraught state that there has been another argument with her boyfriend and she had been crying. Emily came straight across, hugged me and burst into tears. "That bastard has been fucking my best friend," she sobbed. I sat down in the armchair, Emily on my lap, face buried in what used to be a beige sweat. Unconsolable, she stayed like this for over half an hour. Eventually the tears subsided. I changed and threw the beige and black sweat in the laundry. She'd heard rumours her boyfriend was playing around, but had not taken heed. Now they had split. Anna and I tried our best to reason with her but she remained totally distressed. "Isn't there anything you can do with your candle magic?" Anna asked, in a quiet voice. I'd confessed to her that I'd adapted the hypnosis script a little; though by no means admitting it was for my own ends. "Emily. Is your Angel still helping you?" She shook her head. I guess the hypnosis had worn off. It had done that with my diet - hence the booster tape. "Do you want to try again?" Emily started to dry her eyes. "Do you think it might work?" "We can try." We went up to Emily's room.Candle lit. "Sleep." I watched for a short time until Emily had cum once and left Emily and her Angel alone together. I pocketed her discarded panties as my 'fee' and went back downstairs. There was an unexpected bonus as the panties were soaked. The scent there was none too fresh, but sometimes pissy and sweaty was what I needed. The overpowering extra scent was making me hard. A short while later Emily came downstairs, relaxed and smiling. A big hug and, even as her mother was watching, a long grind with her hips as a bonus. "Thanks daddy." ***** In bed later I expected a comment from Anna, but there was none. Indeed she now accepted Emma and I were much closer even than before. That night I'd demonstrated the candle magic to Anna, I'd tried to make Anna not suspect anything. It had worked to some degree. But jealousy is hard to control and I had to do something to equal things out and show Anna that Emily still loved her as much as she did me. I was still aroused from Emily's panties and her groin hug. Anna never complains when I'm horny. We fucked for the best part of an hour before we went to sleep. ***** The following day I felt I had to address this imbalance of affection before it caused problems. Anna has said a number of times how turned on she got when Emily was breastfeeding. She had great difficulty stopping Emily as it became a comfort for her. Eventually Anna became dry when Emily was just under 4 years old. It was as arousing to me watching as it was to Anna. Upto Emily being around 7 years old she still dry-suckled whenever she was frightened or a little ill and sometimes when she just needed comfort. "How about we try your dieting again?" I asked Anna. "It was a few weeks ago when we tried and it worked for a while." Anna had lost 5 pounds. I knew Anna was wanting to shed some more pounds before our holiday. I just hoped she would agree. "You know, that's not a bad idea! But, be warned, my new summer outfit will come out of your wage!" Emily was staying over at a friend's house that evening. We had the house to ourselves. "Just watch the candle flame flickering ... such a bright flame. Watching it flicker differently each time is so relaxing, so tiring to your eyes." I could see Anna struggle to keep her eyes open. "Down the staircase to your special place, a secret place. So wonderfully relaxing ... 10, 9 .... 3,2,1" "Just imagine, Anna, your tummy shrinking a little each day ... You don't need as much food. Imagine yourself slimmer, shopping for a new outfit." "Now relaxing deeper and deeper ... " "Whenever Emily says 'boobie, mummy' you know she wants to suckle you. You enjoy suckling, Anna, you remember it so well ... " "You find it so arousing Anna, it brings you so much pleasure ... arousing ... orgasmic even ..." "Deeper and deeper Anna, ten times deeper ... You can feel Emily now, suckling your boobies, so relaxing, so arousing, ... "Every touch, every suckle and you're so near to cumming; you're so near, you can't resist. You can comfort Emily with your fingers while she is sucking. Emily will like being comforted. The more she enjoys it, the more that you will comfort her. It will make you very aroused indeed to comfort Emily." I paused as Anna took this all in. "That's good Anna. When you awake you will obey my comands but you won't be able to recall what I've said and that you've been hypnotised ... 3 ... 2 ... 1." Later, in bed, we fucked again for an hour. I couldn't believe the breastfeeding thoughts had made Anna so horny. ***** The day after, Emily was still upset about her boyfriend despite our session. She wanted a more permanent Angel for comfort. I obliged. "And now Emily while you're so relaxed I want you to think of when you were a little girl, when you were sucking milk from mummy's boobies. Think of it now Emily, Suck on mummy's titty." She responded, sucking at my finger. Lol I guess I offered her the wrong part of me. I reinforced this as best I could before rewarding her with her Angel again, AKA my fingers. Emily had showered that morning. Her panties didn't have quite the same tang as the previous day. On a signal from me, Emily would say 'boobie, mummy'. ***** Saturday evening we were all sat around watching TV. I thought this an ideal time. Anna and Emily was sat on the sofa. I gave Emily the signal. "Boobie, mummy," Anna's reaction was immediate, "Come here, Emily baby, come to mummy." She patted her lap, lifted up her top, reached around and unhooked her bra. Emily began to happily suckle at mummy's nipple. All the time Emily suckled there, cradled in Anna's left arm, Anna stroked her hair and soothingly talked to her. Slowly Anna reached down to Emily's dress hem, pulled it up, carefully eased Emily's panties down and started to finger her. Emily had her eyes closed as if totally absorbed in Anna's titty. Without a thought her legs parted to allow Anna access. I moved around to get a better view. Although almost constantly sucking, Emily's breathing gradually deepened and her hips began to move in rhythm with Anna's finger. There was no hurry though. I could see Anna too, taking small deep breaths as if becoming very aroused herself. Anna disturbed Emily to switch her to the other breast. Emily even looked a little annoyed at the disturbance but was soon happily sucking the new nipple. I looked across and could see the area all around where Emily had been sucking was very red. I hoped Anna wouldn't be too sore. Anna resumed comforting Emily's pussy, with intense vigour. A few minutes went by when almost without warning Emily's hips began to buck and it was clear she was going to cum. She let go of Anna's breast, and with a loud moan her climax came. ***** Despite the obvious discomfort, Anna was all smiles. She turned and kissed Emily full on the lips and gave her a big hug. Mother and daughter were reunited in the most basic human way possible. The suckling was repeated several times over the weekend to help the two bond. Needless to say Anna got a good fucking from me later on each evening. ***** A further week or two passed. I'd been reinforcing Anna's slimming as well as my own. We lost around 10 pounds each. Anna went shopping with Emily and I got the credit card bill. I wondered if it would be posible to hypnotise Barclaycard's CEO to drop their interest rates. Although I'd asked Anna not to tell anyone else, somehow my sister got to know. We usually have Vicky, my niece, to stay with us for a few days in summer. We have a z-bed (put-u-up) in Emily's room and she sleeps there. Gobby Anna had told Cathy, my dear sister, about this revolutionary new diet method of mine. Vicky was a little overweight and as Anna was 100% confident about my methods, I was asked to help. To be perfectly honest, I'd had enough fucking in the past weeks to wear poor Willy down. But how can you turn down a request like that? Would you guys have turned it down? Apart from being a little overweight, Vicky was the spitting image of her mother in her teens. Cathy had been wank fodder through much of my post-puberty years. Believe me guys, she had tits to die for. Sis and I had fooled around quite a bit. Oh, and Cathy had much to do with my fondness of panty pongs. Her panties varied quite a lot from barely sniffable to fuckin' unbelievable, though what went inside them sometimes perplexed me a little -- from super pure to absolutely ... well ... Let's leave it there. Cathy must have given Vicky the gist of what I was to do. Emily told Vicky the experience was unbelievable. My cock rose to the tasks ahead even before Vicky arrived. My sister drove Vicky over Friday evening and asked me what this magic candle was all about. Either she was just curious or she wanted to check out Vicky's treatment. So I took her through the lounge. I lit the candle and tried to explain. "It's quite simple really, you just have to watch the flame. It helps to relax you. Watch the flame flickering and it makes your eyes tired and relaxed. Nothing magic, it just helps you relax and your eyes sometimes begin to get tired and droopy and you become so relaxed. In fact you can relax knowing it makes you tired and the sleepy flame just makes you sleepier and soooo relaxed." Cathy's eyelids were closing. I deepened the trance. It was her idea - she was so nosey wanting me to prove it worked. Now what fun could I have? I didn't want the others to know. "Cathy, as soon as you walk up the stairs to bed tonight, you will become very horny. Each step you walk up, you will become 5 times more horny than you have ever been. In bed you will want to make passionate love with Malcolm." My brother was in for a lucky treat. "Cathy, tomorrow morning when no-one is about you will phone me and tell me all about your passionate sex with Malcolm, fully and in detail. It will make you feel so good, so sexy to tell me about it. So sexy you will finger yourself while you are telling me. You will feel you need to cum, but you won't cum unless I tell you. Do you understand?" "Mmmm so sexy, with Malcolm, will tell you all about it." "Cathy, when you come to collect Vicky, you will want me to show you the candle, and you will want me to hypnotise you again because it feels so sexy." "Now Cathy, when I count from 5 to 1 you will wake. You will obey everything I have told you. You won't be able to recall what I've said and you will forget you've been hypnotised. ... 2, 1." "Well thanks for showing me the candle Gordon, but I still don't understand how you can use it for a diet. Anyway I'd best be setting off home." She kissed Vicky, told her to enjoy her break with us and left for home. One hypno session was enough for me. Vicky could wait. ***** The following morning the phone rang before the others got up. "Hi Gordon. Wow, I feel great this morning. I thought I'd ring you." "Hi Cathy, it's a bit early to ring me." It had just turned 7.30am. "Yes, I know. I really had to ring you though before you went out. Guess what! Malcolm and I were at it like rabbits last night." "Wow, that's great for you two! Why don't you tell me all about it." "Everything?" "Try me!" "Well, I don't know what came over me. I just kinda felt in the mood as I was going up to bed. I suddenly thought, well, I'll put on that sexy red negligée he bought me. When Malcolm came out of the bathroom his eyes nearly popped." "And what then?" I prompted, just to let her know I was listening. "Well he just gave me a big hug, I could feel his cock pressing up against me. And then he kissed me. Gordon, I've not know him kiss me like that for ages. Of course I let my tongue loose and we were kissing like the world was going to end." "And?" And I got hold of his cock and, Gordon, I just got this urge to suck him off. I don't know what got into me. He just stood there, moaning with pleasure as I sucked him off real slow, and then he just pulled out ... and he came ... all over my face Gordon! I was covered! He must have cum a gallon. It was on my face, in my hair. I felt so horny I just wanted to suck him again." "And did you?" "Well I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. And do you know what, Gordon?" "Go on." "I just had to taste it. His cum. Off my face before I washed. It was a bit salty but it was good." "Have you sucked him off before?" "I started to, a few times, but I just couldn't, you know, I didn't want him to cum in my mouth." "Well now you know it tastes OK. Give him a treat ... tell him not to pull out." She giggled to herself. "Gordon! Really! Like tonight? You think I should?" I owed Malcolm a few favours. "Go for it." "Just a moment, Gordon." She paused. "Oh it's OK. He's still in bed, snoring." She paused again. "Sorry Gordon. You're starting to make me all ... all wet." "Excuse me ... It was you who phoned me." She giggled again. "Ooh, so it was! You don't mind do you Gordon?" Mind? I had a free dirty sex chat line in progress, before 8am. I just hoped Anna was asleep too. "No, I don't mind." She giggled again, whispered, "I've got my fingers inside my panties." I was anticipating some recollection of the night before, but again my newly-learned hypnosis was proving to be very powerful. Still whispering, "Why don't you take your cock out Gordon. It's a shame to waste this. It's such a nice big cock too." An assumption on her part that I'd be aroused too. But she knew damn well I was hard. She'd been a tease for a long time. I listened but there was no sound from upstairs. "OK, it's out. Tell me more about last night." "Well I came back from the bathroom and Malcolm was just laid there on the bed. His cock was floppy of course. It took 10 minutes of licking and sucking to get him hard. It wasn't time wasted though." I could almost hear her smile. "He was licking me out all the damn time." "So once you'd got it pumped up, ...?" "He fucked me for ages. Oh Gordon I kept telling him to ram it in me harder, I don't know what came over me ... He made me cum again and again.. He was knackered, but I was ready for another round." "Gordon, I really wish you were here now. I'm rubbing my pussy so hard. With your cock you could fuck me all day long." I smiled to myself. At least I'd been practicing. "But you're my sister." "That didn't stop you feeling up my tits at home." "You liked that didn't you? I bet remembering me touching your tits makes you want to cum. Why don't you rub your pussy even more, and cum now?" "Can I, Gordon? Can I cum for you?" "Of course Cathy. You can cum now. But don't wake Malcolm." All I heard for the next few minutes was heavy breathing followed by a gentle moan of satisfaction. "Listen Cathy, I'll have to go. I can hear Anna." "You haven't come yet Gordon." "Bye Cathy, got to go." Cluck cluck cluck chicken. Bye." What the fuck had I got myself into? ***** The rest of the day went just like most Saturdays. Anna shopped, Emily and Vicky went to a mate's house, I watched sport on telly. To be honest, Vicky was quite nicely proportioned. I'd say around 5' 1", brown hair, round face with kiss-me lips, beautiful brown eyes. Her titties were about the same size as Emily's and she had a nicely rounded butt. Come teatime Anna reminded me (as if I needed it) that I was going to help Vicky. Ever thoughtful Anna suggested she and Emily would go watch a movie down town that evening, giving us some peace and quiet. ***** Early in the candle routine I could see Vicky already struggle to keep her eyes open and it was clear she would quickly go into a very deep trance. Having fun with Vicky would be so easy. Rather than use the candle routine next time, I would use the Martini trigger ... I could hypnotise Vicky any time, any place, anywhere. With Vicky so easily and so deeply hypnotised, my darker side began to emerge. "You like Uncle Gordon, don't you?" Vicky seemed to take a while to respond. She smiled and nodded. "We are going to have a lot of fun. Any time I talk to you, you will feel very sexy and you will agree to anything I ask you to do." Very sleepily she answered, "Yes uncle, so sexy, mmmm." "You will not tell anyone what we do, Vicky. Nothing at all. And our secret will make you feel even more sexy. "... when you awake you will remember nothing but you will obey every command I have given you. You will not know you have been hypnotised. Whenever I say 'Martini' you will go into a deep trance again." " ... 3 ... 2 ... 1" Vicky blinked a few times, stretched and yawned. "Sorry Uncle Gordon, I must have fallen asleep." "I haven't seen you for ages Vicky. Are you going to show Uncle Gordon how beautiful you are?" Vicky's striptease wasn't as good as Emily's, but my cock was well hard before she'd even discarded her bra. Eventually she was stood before me, totally naked and without a care in the world. My dear niece was a delight to the eyes. Mid-brown hair, neatly cut and curling just under her chin. Kissable lips, cute nose and brown eyes lay perfectly placed on her round face. She had certainly inherited her mother's breasts, firm and nicely rounded: her nipples were like coat pegs and unbelievably large for her age. Her areola were browny-pink like her nipples, not too large but plenty to arouse. Sadly her waist and tummy were in need of the diet but her ass was near perfect. Pussy hair needed some clipping too, scruffily hiding the treasure beneath. Her legs too would improve after the diet, but all in all my Vicky had a very nice body. "Come closer, Vicky. Your uncle is delighted with you, though we really do need to tidy you up a bit." I leant forward and pulled gently at her brown pubic curls." "Yes, uncle Gordon. It grows too quick and it sticks out of my panties." "Then we shall fix that now. Come." With Vicky laid on Emily's bed, I got scissors, soap, water and razor to work. Sniffability was at a lower point on my scale as I began with the scissors. There was more of a pungent scent there and I wasn't in the right mood. "Is that OK, Vicky?" I asked. "Yes, uncle." With the rather dense top layer now gone I could see more of what lay beneath and some of the sweaty pissy had gone. I got my razor to work. Some pussies are more pleasing to see than others. Once the jungle was cleared it just had to score a perfect ten for me. My niece had a naturally puffy mound, very little of the inner lips were showing; her slit was deep and welcoming and bit by bit her pussy was becoming smooth and very kissable. Sixth Form Slimmer - Summer of Love A little more careful work with the razor and Vicky's jewel was plain to see. Vicky had her eyes closed savouring the coolness. She opened her legs to allow me to visit her tressure box and I soon rid her pussy of the remainder of that nasty hair. The scent now was a very pleasant mix of love juice and sweat. Deeply musky, sweetly sexual, her sex-cave was already feeding in new lubrication. I was already hard and soon my latest hypnosexual conquest would know just how good my cock felt inside her. My barber skills complete I towel dried Vicky's sweet teenage pussy. Now that the hair was gone I could start to eat her out. My niece seemed to be enjoying this new experience. I firmly believe that uncles should do their utmost to keep their nieces happy. My tongue glided down her valley exploring that luscious groove, probing and tasting. Continuing down, my tongue discovered Vicky's now swollen nub of pleasure and I could hear her sigh with delight. Not much further down I could sample her honey, but I soon returned to pleasure her clit. But my darling niece was not to cum; she had to wait until my swollen cock invaded her. So nicely flowing was her cave that my cock eased in slowly but easily. Another deep breath in as my niece discovered the width of my fullness, more sighs as she took in its full length. Vicky was tight, real tight I guess because of her lack of experience. I knew (from Emily) that she wasn't a virgin. This tightness was to her advantage and to mine and she was lucky to have her uncle take care of her. She could feel every movement I made and my hardness would give her joy. I could sense her struggle to cope at first, but she would be delighted later at having had a cock, not just a teenage penis, inside her. So tight was her cunt that she was gripping me completely, tighter than I can ever remember. She rewarded my cock so well with exquisite feeling that I could soon feel myself beginning to erupt. I stopped in the nick of time, cursing myself for being so eager to fuck her. I eased off, real slow. My niece deserved the best and she would thank her uncle that he'd given her the benefit of his experience. More slowly now I eased in and out, my niece clearly enjoying my fullness inside her cunt. I watched her titties wobbling like jellies and, thrusting deeply inside her, gave her a kiss to show my gratitude. She was smiling now - this was a new, challenging experience to her. I began to move faster, fully in and out, my balls banging against her. Faster still and she was beginning to gasp. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips. Now I could feel the pressure building inside, soon getting to the point where there would be no stopping. Faster still, and my cock began to pump out its load. The feeling was fantastic. Never before had I fucked a cunt so tight as Vicky's. But this was my niece. I couldn't reward her with my own selfishness. My load safely delivered inside her cum store, I withdrew and busily coaxed her clit with my fingers as I kissed then sucked her nipples. Vicky fully deserved her own climax, yelling out as the sudden explosion radiated from her clit. I was proud to have given it to her. ***** "Martini." My niece-shaped play toy was deep in trance again. Soon she would have no recollection of anything that had happened, and I wanted it to stay that way. She dressed herself again before my I gave my remaining suggestions to her sub-conscious, to help her lose weight - provided she revisited me once a week. She would willingly give her services in lieu of my fee, of that I was certain. "3 ... 2 ... 1" "Sorry Uncle Gordon, I must have fallen asleep again." "That's OK Vicky. I understand." I wondered how long it would be before she realised she was missing her panties. ***** I was sorely tempted to get Emily and Vicky in bed together. If I could avoid getting arrested it could happen later in the year. The two get on really well together, maybe they could get it on together even better. Cathy called Wednesday evening to pick Vicky up. I told her the session had gone well but Vicky would need some boosters. That seemed fine to her. "Sorry to be a pain Gordon, but would you explain to me again how it all works?" "Sure Cathy. How's Malcolm, by the way?" "Oh great!" She giggled. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you the other morning. I just had to tell someone and I immediately thought of you." "I think it's great for you both. Tell him to keep it up." We went through to the lounge. It was easy. "Deeply relaxed Cathy, even deeper than before." "Cathy, while you're driving home tonight, you'll remember what you told me, that you want my cock inside you. All the time you're driving home you'll think of me. The more you think, the hornier you'll get. The hornier you get, the more you want me inside you. The more you want me the wetter your pussy will become." I let the suggestion seep in. "By the time you get home your pussy will be sopping. Sopping wet because you will be certain my cock will soon be inside you." "In the next few days you will make any excuse possible to get me there while Malcolm is out, but you must also give Malcolm love and sex too." I paused. "You'll also believe that Vicky's smooth pubes look really sexy and you'll persuade her to let Uncle Gordon keep her smooth. Do you understand Cathy?" "Yes Gordon." "Now Cathy you'll forget you've been hypnotised and forget our conversation, but you'll remember and obey everything I've told you." "3 ... 2 ... 1" ***** Cathy hadn't driven past the end of the street when she realised how kind Gordon had been, both with helping Vicky and listening to her talk about making love to Malcolm. And to think, she'd mentioned Gordon's cock. She'd teased him so much, seen his cock several times ... so long ... so thick ... so hard. Even the thought of Gordon's cock was making her so damp. She would phone him as soon as she got home. By the time she got home her panties were soaked. She could think of nothing else but the overwhelming desire to have her brother's cock inside her. ***** "Hi, Gordon speaking." "Gordon, it's Cathy. Listen, I really didn't thank you enough for spending time with Cathy. I guess I take you for granted sometimes. Look ... how about coming over sometime for a drink." "Look it's fine. I'm glad to help." "Oh Gordon, I insist. Anyway we have things to catch up on. I never spend any time with you. I'll ring you!" "OK Cathy. Later then." The minute she'd hung up she'd nearly come, just hearing his voice. She sat in the bathroom finger fucking herself until her wrist and fingers ached. ***** It was the following Monday evening when Cathy called again. "Gordon, it's Cathy. Listen, I'd forgotten Malcolm would be out all evening. The darts team have an away game. Vicky's at her friend's and she's staying over. Can you come round straight away?" I lowered my voice. "What do I tell Anna?" "Tell her a fuse has blown or something ... and Malcolm's out at a darts match." "Leave it with me." ***** "Anna. That was Cathy on the phone, she sounded desperate. It's Malcolm's darts night, all the electric's gone off. I need to go over." "It's OK. There's something I want to watch on the telly anyway." "I'll be back as soon as I can." Every damned traffic light was on red; I just couldn't get there soon enough. I had no sooner parked the car when Cathy ran out to meet me. Once inside, my sister just wouldn't let go of me, pulling me close to her, grinding her crotch against me. I've never been able to resist her tits, sneaking peeks at her at every opportunity. A dozen times she must have screamed at me as I 'accidentally' walked in the bathroom as she was getting out of the shower. Now I was pressed close to those marvellous breasts. The way she had her arms around me I might be pressed close for a while. I was already revved up. I'd forgotten how good Cathy could kiss. She taught me, in my teens, just how to kiss properly. A kiss from Cathy and you felt as if you'd just watched as porn movie ... No kidding! By the time she'd greeted me properly, in her special way, I was rock hard. This of course was what Cathy wanted. My sister wanted me inside her and there was no way she would settle for second best. She finally released her hold and tugged me into the hall, up the stairs and into the bedroom. Before I had chance to think, my trouser zip was down, buckle unfastened and my pants were around my ankles. A few seconds more and my cock was in her mouth. My sister was maybe out of practice but her blowjob skills hadn't diminished much. She had sucked me off when we'd been at home, usually as a favour returned ... more often than not it was the loan of cash so that she could go out. More often than not it became a permanent loan. Cathy had never swallowed. Following her telephone recollections little more than a week ago, I'd a feeling this would be different. As blowjobs go, Cathy wasn't an expert. I'd had much better. She was too fast for me and, as much as I didn't want to, my cum soon disappeared down her throat. It was almost an action replay of what she'd told me on the phone. Maybe she wanted it that way, I don't know. We both stripped off. Her tits, although full, had succumbed to age and gravity. Still good to look at but I'd seen her daughter's, my niece. I preferred Vicky's. Cathy still had a figure but it was a 40 something figure ... but beggars can't be choosers as they say. Like the phone conversation we shared a 69. I was slow to respond but Cathy really appreciated the attention I was giving her pussy. As you may have realised, I'm a big fan of pussy and panty scents. Cathy wasn't going to let me down. With my face pressed up close, my tongue lapping away, I had plenty of time to savour what was neither a fresh nor an unpleasant smell. Breathing in the scent there the mixture of pissy and pussy was just right for my mood. With Cathy tongue-washing my cock and balls, and nasal inspirations from her personal scent box, my cock was beginning to recover its former glory. Almost without warning Cathy climaxed. As orgasms go it was about 6 in a scale of 10. I knew I could do better. We switched. With Cathy certain that my cock was sufficiently full enough to be allowed inside her we moved around. I have, for a long time, favoured doggy. Malcolm apparently didn't, so it was a variation for Cathy. They say that a change is as good as a rest and variety is the spice of life. Doggy, for me, is more relaxing; more control and deeper thrusts and I was eager to thrust as deeply into my sister as I could. As I've mentioned, throughout our teenage years Cathy was the ultimate tease. I can remember having friends around; Cathy would offer to make coffee or fetch a cold beer then bend well forward as the drink was put before us. Cathy had plenty of guts and plenty of cleavage, always giving us guys a boner. Sometimes she would deliberately come downstairs in just bra and panties, sometimes there would be a pair of discarded panties on the bathroom floor left there for any of my mates to see, touch, smell. As a teaser my sis could be a real witch. You could look but not touch. That excluded me of course. After deliberately giving me a hard on Cathy would ask for a loan. I had several part time jobs in my teenage years, Cathy didn't. If she couldn't persuade mum or dad to give her some cash, she used different methods to persuade me. Many times I had my hand up her top or down her panties ... mmmm I can still recall my stinky pinkies. Now I had my chance, I'd waited almost 30 years to get my cock inside her. Slowly I slipped in her well greased cunt, with each thust going deeper and deeper inside her. Of course, my niece was far tighter than my sister but I was as horny as hell. I was going to have to work hard to cum inside her. Sis, as ever, had thought it through. Having discharged one load down her throat, it would take me a lot longer to fill her love cave. Easing backward and forward inside her still brought both of us pleasure. I moved one hand to please her clit, gently rubbing there whilst my love piston was stroking in and out. I watched with fascination as her tits swayed back and forth and I increased my speed to see them move more. Balanced as best I could, I pressed the thumb of my other hand gently against her bum hole. Cathy wasn't expecting this and gave a little gasp. She didn't reject it though. Little by little my thumb penetrated her bum hole, going in there to its full length. Thinking I may hurt without any lubrication I withdrew. "It's OK Gordon," her seal of approval? "You can go in again." Why argue with a woman? I returned my thumb to where it was before, but this time moving in and out. With my sex piston moving to full throttle, my finger teasing her clit and my thumb in her gloryhole, Cathy began to climax. Not immediately but she knew it was coming well before I did. A minute or two later she let out a roar of achievement. I ignored it and carried on. By and by, eventually, after giving my dear sister 3 more cums I came myself. Guys, let me tell you, it was bloody hard work ... but nevertheless it was very rewarding. We spooned together for a short while but I was conscious of the time. How long should it take a man 'to fix a fuse'? And so the time came I had to depart, leave my sister to dear old Malcolm. Would he get the second course? I think maybe he was in with a good chance. ***** Surprisingly Anna didn't quiz why I'd been so long. I told her Cathy had insisted I stayed for a coffee and that we'd been talking about Vicky. That seemed to suffice. I saw quite a lot of Cathy that summer, usually when she'd brought Vicky for her slimming session, but sometimes I got her alone, at home while Malcolm was out. Emily and I had loads of fun. Often I didn't need hypnotic suggestion, she loved her daddy in the best way possible. While her and Vicky had been changing at the town swimming pool she'd noticed Vicky's new all smooth look, and I got talked into trimming Emily. With all the other action around me I was horny for Anna in bed. Our relationship was better than ever. All in all it had been a perfect summer of love. ***** If you enjoyed the story and wish to comment I will be pleased to hear from you. If you like the themes within and are thinking of writing a similar story I would be happy to assist and/ or edit. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you enjoyed it. Sixth Form Slimmer I moved the towel back up and very softly dried all around, under and around the sides of her breasts. Her eyes were shut, concentrating on the pleasant feelings the fluffy towel was giving her. I continued down, circling her tummy, gently over her pubes which needed re-shaving, and on down her legs, up the sensitive insides of her legs to her pussy. She shivered again. "Daddy! Mmmm that's nice." Turning her around I dried her back, peachy bottom, then reached around, pressing into her slit. "Daddy!!! Wow. You can dry me any time you want." I left her to dry her hair. "Oh, daddy, can you drop my panties in the laundry basket please." I did, but not before I'd sampled the perfume there. The panties were in such a state from her constant arousal at school ... a shocking state! Her mother would not be pleased. I retrieved them from the basket and put them in my inside jacket pocket. ***** It was a further 5 minutes before she came back downstairs with just her bathrobe on, crossed the room and gave me a hug, again grinding herself against me. "Can I have a kiss, please?" "Sure, honey." That kiss lasted a couple of minutes. My Emily had learned to kiss real well, her tongue incessantly exploring my mouth. "Sorry, daddy. I guess that shower has made me feel a bit sexy." We kissed again. Her bathrobe came open. I was aware of her firm bare breasts pressing against me, her groin pushing firmly and persistently into my erection. I knew I'd cancelled hypnotic permission to touch her, so I was rather puzzled that she let me explore the bare flesh again. My mind went back to the evening before. Had I just told her to forget I'd been in the bathroom? And what about before that? Boyfriend ... kissing ... touching ... very sexy? Oh fuck! Every touch from me was 'one hundred times sexier'. Oh shit! And I'd deepened the trance, too. It was going to be a very unpredictable evening. This time she had no panties on. My right hand went underneath, thumb pressing into her bum hole, fingers gently opening her cunt lips, as wet as if I hadn't dried there ... I knew damn well I had. After a few minutes of this Emily finally pulled away, took a glance at the front of my pants and looked a little guilty. "Sorry daddy. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I feel so sexy. Thank you for letting me kiss you like that." I was totally puzzled. I'd used a hypnosis script not a love potion. What the hell had I said to her? Was my happy smiley daughter to become a teenage nympho? Why had the sessions gone a lot further that I'd planned? "Why don't you go back upstairs and, you know, do your thing?" "Oh must I? Daddy, please, I'm real horny, can you, I mean, sorry daddy ... I know I shouldn't ask you but ..." Her face flushed. I thought her eyes were kind-of glazed over, as if under some robotic remote control. Her hand moved down to my zipper. "Daddy, if I do it first ... will you ... I mean, like my boyfriend? Please?" "I'm not sure what you mean, Emily. You show me." (Though I had a damned good idea). If this was some kind of accidental post-hypnotic suggestion I was rather confused. Or perhaps I'd overdone the boyfriend bit ... Or maybe I'd overdone the arousal. This hypnosis was more powerful than I thought. What the fuck - as long as her mother didn't find out. Emily knelt in front of me, pulled the zipper slowly down. She reached inside and skilfully withdrew my very stiff cock. "Daddeee! Wow, so you do like this! You were joking me before." My daughter's mouth slowly, teasingly, opened and her tongue licked the tip of my cock as if it had been an ice lolly. Not prepared to rush, her teeth gently eased back my foreskin. Emily again licked round and round my cock head. I couldn't help but take in a quick breath, "Oh Emily." My daughter just giggled. "You like this?" Emily's lips moved back and forward, her tongue licking each time my cock head came out of her mouth ... always very slowly. Then she did something odd. She hummed, making gentle vibrations in her mouth. I'd never had that done before and it was electric. Gradually more and more of my cock disappeared into her mouth. Then she stopped. "I'm sorry daddy. I just can't do this properly with your pants on." I looked at my watch. It was still way too early for Anna to come back but I dare not take the risk. Did I take Emily to the candle, light it and deprogram her? No, fuck it. This was too good. We went up to her bedroom. It was like she was on heat. She just couldn't wait to get my pants and boxers down. Straight on her knees, sucking, humming my cock, then licking, sucking my balls very gently into her mouth. She alternated like this until suddenly she upped the tempo, giving me the blowjob of my dreams. Never hurting, she put her all into the fastest suck imaginable. I unleashed gallons of my (non-fattening) cum into her lovely, soft, warm waiting mouth. It was the biggest cum I'd ever experienced. My head whirled around. No sooner had I come back to earth than Emily tugged at my hand. "Daddy, daddee! Come, it's my turn now. Daddy I've waited. Please, please." Emily sounded desperate. She laid on the bed tugging me even more urgently. I knelt by the bed and started to stroke her breasts, her tummy. "No daddy, no. Mouth, tongue. You should know." 'Just like your boyfriend', I'd told her. I had to learn quickly. In her post-hypnotic state she knew I was her daddy but I had to act like her boyfriend, lucky devil. Her boyfriend was working away and Emily was missing him like hell. I had one very frustrated, one very sex-starved and randy daughter. I sucked and licked at her nipples, kissed and ran my tongue around her breasts. "NO! HERE." Correction; I had a frustrated, sex-starved, randy and annoyed daughter. Finally I got the message, nuzzled my mouth against her warm wet, waiting pussy. The fresh, faint shower-gel perfume blended nicely with the scent of 100% teenage pussy. Dripping, aroused pussy desperate to be licked out, licked clean of vaginal nectar. My tongue poked greedily inside, to the sound of soft moans. When I'd completely quenched my thirst I turned my attentions to her clit. Her hips pushed towards me, thrusting her pussy against my mouth. Soft moans became stronger, louder. "Yes, daddy, there. More, yes, harder. Make me cum daddy, make me cum hard." The small amount of hair on my daughter's pussy was annoying me, though I dare not object. I sucked on her clit and judging by Emily's vocal reaction I was at last making some progress. Grazing, almost biting ... licking, sucking ... all met with approval ... until ... "Now daddy, now ... please daddy ... please. Make me cum NOW." A vicious attack on her clit by my tongue immediately met with her approval. Her hips bucked, her breathing quickened, her moans, gutteral sounds, crescendoed into almost a scream. Her clit finally surrendered completely, sending ripples of pure delight through her pussy, radiating outwards to her tummy. "Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh, oh fuck, mmmmm, OHHHHH MY GOD! ***** I thought my duty was done. I mused as to whether to de-program my nympho daughter, or simply make sure this happened only when her mother wasn't there. What was I doing? "The defendant is charged with incest, mi'lud." Tomorrow, yes tomorrow I was going to completely deprogram, de-nymphotise my dear, gentle, teenage, sexually frustrated, horny daughter. Reassert her slimming, her studying. Her boyfriend's time away would end next week, so hopeful deprogramming would work 100%. But my duty was not done. Not yet. "Daddy, that was wonderful. How about another kiss to say 'Thank you'?" She came over, lifted my sweat over my head and melted herself into my mouth. It was a long, very sexy lingering kiss; a kiss so warm, so good that my cock began to take notice. Emily's arms clung tight to me, holding me so close to her. Her lips tasted divine, her tongue snaked in and out, her hair smelled of fresh shampoo, and her soft firm breasts teased my senses. My cock grew rapidly despite the attentions of her mouth only a short while ago. Emily's hand reached down and she broke the kiss. "You like my kisses daddy. Now what a shame it would be to waste this." The lips that were kissing me only seconds ago were now wrapped around my cock. Only when Emily was satisfied my cock had totally regained its fullness and hardness did she tug at my hand again, leading me to her bed. "Now we fuck." It wasn't a request it was an order. "In mitigation mi'lud my client insists it was his daughter who ordered him to fuck her." "I will dismiss your plea of mitigation. The defendant is sentenced to 10 years imprisonment. Take him down." "Clerk to the court, ensure I have the daughter's address and mobile telephone number entered in my diary." After 22 years off marriage I was about to learn that 'fuck' meant something completely superior to 'having sex.' Emily, my dear sweet sex-starved, nymphomaniac daughter, opted for doggy. Her cunt, as you might well expect, was sopping wet. But this in no way impaired the union. Her vaginal muscles were tight, very tight, and she was well versed in knowing how to use her muscles well. I could feel every clench she made. Every stroke from me was like entering a tight, elastic, warm, wet and slippery tunnel made just slightly smaller than my engorged cock. Every movement gave an unforgettable new feeling to my pleasure nerves. Each thrust I made was accompanied by a guttural noise from her throat. Doggy enabled me to easily penetrate her very deeply. She was content for me to just ride her, savouring every movement I made. Each thrust satisfied just a little more of her animal desire. For 5, 10, 15 or more minutes I happily slipped in and out of her. But time was passing. I started to bang into her faster and faster. Her tits, though firm, made delicious wobbles with every movement. Her ass, so perfectly rounded and without blemish, encouraged me to give every ounce of strength I had. "Fuck me, daddy. Yes, fuck me hard. Make me cum, daddy. Make me cum. Faster daddy, faster, make me cum, make me oohmmmmmaaah." ***** We lay there; father and daughter spooned together in post-coital bliss. It would be the first and the last time. I would break the spell tomorrow. ***** Anna was late in. I was sat, half dozing, watching a TV programme which I can't recall. Emily was fast asleep in bed. She deserved to rest. 2 weeks later Anna, impressed by Emily's eating better eating and her time devoted in studying, asked me how the candle sessions worked. I took her through, lit the candle and let her see how captivating the flicker was, how she simply couldn't move her eyes away, how the flame made her eyes so tired and sleepy ... going down the staircase to a warm, relaxing place ... 10, 9, 8 ... ***** 2 months later, Emily had lost 15 pounds and now kept to a regular sensible diet. She passed all her exams A*. She knows that fucking her daddy can burn up 500+ calories, twice a week. Anna enjoys every Wednesday evening out with the girls until late, and she knows how important it is for me to give Emily weekly booster sessions. Anna knows she must not come back home before quarter to midnight, but, in bed, she will be unable to sleep until I have fully licked her out. The following Wednesday evening, Emily's overweight friend Zara came round for her fourth slimming session. The sessions were free and now I'm never short of a pair of nicely dampened, scented panties to savour any time I want. And the two girls look so sweet in bed together. ***** I very much welcome feedback and constructive suggestions. Feedback helps me (and other authors) to know if this is working for you, and, if not, how can the story be improved?