Sleeping Eyes Means Open Thighs
The summer heat clung to their skin as Jake and his sister Maya trudged back to the hotel suite, the neon glow of the carnival still flickering behind them. At twenty-one, Jake had initially balked at the family vacation, but watching Maya had made the trip more interesting than expected.
They'd split up at the carnival, Jake wandering toward the rides while Maya disappeared into the main tent, lured by the promise of a hypnotist show. When Jake finally ducked inside, pushing past the heavy canvas flap, he caught only the tail end of the performance. The hypnotist, a silver-haired man in a velvet jacket, stood over Maya, who sat rigid in a chair on stage, her eyes glazed and distant.
"And when you hear the words 'Sleeping eyes means open minds,'" the hypnotist intoned, his voice smooth as honey, "you will return to this state instantly, completely, deeply. Three, two, one... awake!"
Maya blinked, confused but smiling, as the audience applauded. She returned to her seat, seemingly normal, though Jake noticed the glassy look hadn't entirely left her eyes.
Now, in the hotel suite, Jake checked his watch. Their parents had texted that they were having dinner with old friends and wouldn't be back for at least two hours. Maya had flopped onto the couch, flipping through channels, her sandals kicked off, toes wiggling.
Jake's heart hammered against his ribs. He'd read about hypnosis, about triggers and suggestibility. The carnival show had seemed like cheesy entertainment, but what if it actually worked? The thought made his cock stir in his jeans.
Maya, pliant and obedient... her mind wide open.
"Hey Maya," he said, keeping his voice casual. He walked around the couch until he stood in front of her. "Sleeping eyes means open minds."
Her body went slack instantly. The remote slipped from her fingers, clattering to the carpet. Her head lolled back, mouth slightly open, eyes staring at nothing. She looked utterly vacant, completely under.
"Holy shit," Jake breathed, his pulse thundering. He waved his hand in front of her face. No reaction. He snapped his fingers. Nothing. She was gone, lost in trance, just waiting for instructions.
The power was intoxicating. Jake had always harbored secret fantasies about his sister: her tight body, her full tits that strained against her bikini tops, the way her hips swayed when she walked. Now she sat before him, helpless and open, and his restraint shattered.
"Listen carefully, Maya," he commanded, his voice dropping to a firm, authoritative tone. "I'm giving you a new trigger. From now on, whenever you hear the words 'Sleeping eyes means open thighs,' you will immediately drop back into this deep trance. But this time, you'll feel incredibly aroused. Your pussy will ache, your nipples will harden, and you'll need to be fucked. You'll strip naked immediately and beg for cock. You'll be my obedient little slut, desperate for me to use your body. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she whispered, the word barely audible, her lips slack.
"Yes, Master," Jake corrected, power and arousal surging through him.
"Good girl," Jake smirked, his cock now rock-hard, straining painfully against his zipper. "Now, when I count to three, you'll wake up and remember nothing. You'll just feel relaxed and happy. One, two, three."
Maya blinked again, stretching her arms above her head. "Man, that carnival was exhausting," she yawned. "I'm gonna grab a shower before Mom and Dad get back."
Jake's hands trembled with anticipation. "Actually, Maya, I wanted to try something. Sleeping eyes means open thighs."
The change was immediate and dramatic. Maya's eyes rolled back, her body shuddering as she slipped under. But this time, her hands moved frantically, tearing at her sundress, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. She wore no bra underneath, her tits bouncing free; perfect, pink-nippled globes that Jake had fantasized about for years. She shoved her panties down her legs, kicking them off, and spread her thighs wide, revealing her shaved, glistening slit.
"Please," she moaned, her voice thick with need, her hips bucking against the couch cushions. "I need it. I'm so fucking wet. Please fuck me, Master. Use me. I need my Master's cock inside me."
Jake wasted no time. He stripped quickly, his thick shaft springing free, already leaking precum. He grabbed Maya's legs and yanked her to the edge of the couch, her pussy lips parting, slick and swollen. He pressed the fat head of his cock against her entrance and slammed home in one brutal thrust.
"Oh god yes!" Maya cried out, her head thrown back, eyes still glazed and unfocused. "Harder, Master! Fuck your little sister's cunt!"
Jake pounded into her relentlessly, the couch creaking beneath them. She was tight and hot, gripping his shaft like a velvet vice. He watched her tits bounce with each impact, reaching down to pinch her nipples roughly, twisting them until she whimpered. Her hands clawed at his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
"You're just a fucktoy now," Jake grunted, sweat dripping from his chin onto her chest. "My hypnotized little whore. Take it. Take my cock."
"Yes! Yes! I'm your slut!" Maya chanted mindlessly, her pussy clenching rhythmically. "Fill me up! Please, I need to cum!"
Jake flipped her over, bending her over the arm of the couch so her ass was in the air. He admired the view before driving back in with savage force. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles, feeling her shudder and spasm.
"Going to cum," he growled, his balls tightening. "Going to cover your fucking tits."
He pulled out abruptly, grabbing her hair and yanking her to her knees in front of him. Maya opened her mouth automatically, but Jake had other plans. He stroked his cock furiously, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room, until his orgasm crashed over him. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her face and chest, coating her tits in pearly white streams. He aimed lower, painting her stomach and thighs, marking her completely as his.
Maya moaned, rubbing the cum into her skin like lotion, her fingers dipping down to frig her clit until she shuddered through her own climax, crying out his name.
Jake collapsed onto the couch, panting, watching his sister's glazed expression slowly clear as he whispered the release command. She blinked, confused, looking down at the drying cum on her chest.
"What the..." she started.
"Sleeping eyes means open thighs," he stammered quickly.
Her eyes rolled again, and she began to beg anew. Jake glanced at the clock on the bedside table as she licked at his deflated cock, coaxing it back to life. Surely he had time for one more go at her before the parents reappeared. With a body like that, he knew he wouldn't last long anyway.
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