Getting a blowjob from Cassie was incredible, and I couldn't wait to try more things with her. Obviously, she was still a virgin, like I was, but I would be her one and only man ever, where I would have sex with lots of women. Fair? Nah, but life isn't fair. Still, I was troubled by how little I knew about sex. I thought I was pretty cosmopolitan for a 14 year old, but my first blowjob did not go at all the way I expected it to. You read the stories on the internet, Penthouse Forums and whatnot, and think that's the way it's supposed to be.
Well, it wasn't. Not that I was complaining, it was great, but I knew I had more research to do. And I needed to find another slave to be my "girlfriend," because I couldn't take my sister out in public and stick my tongue down her throat whenever I felt like it. Well, I guess I could, but it would attract the wrong kind of attention, and a lot of it. Now that I knew mind control powers existed, I knew there had to be at least a few other people out there who could do the same thing, and I needed to stay under the radar.
I figured I'd need a computer and a decent internet connection, not only to do research on stuff like sex, but also to do more spells in the future as I learned them. Only problem is, I have no money. Theft is out of the question; I knew using The Touch to walk out of a store with a computer would be bad, what with serial numbers and video cameras. That left getting a computer as a "gift" from a rich friend. I thought that would be pretty unnoticeable.
Being a fan of efficiency, I decided I would go looking for a rich girl as my next slave, someone likely to shower me with expensive gifts, and if anyone asked her why she was with a lowlife like me, she could tell them I was absolutely incredible in the sack. It could do nothing but help my reputation.
I also thought a more "experienced" woman would be good, someone to educate me, like a clean hooker. There was something special about growing your own sex slave, perfectly tuned to your desires, but I thought there would be value in new ideas that I would never have considered.
I pondered a fairly short list of girls I knew, and pretty much came up empty for meeting both of my criteria: that she be good looking and rich. I theorized my best bet would be hanging out at a private school and seeing what they had to offer, but that would have to wait until school started up again. There was always library research, too... look for families with buildings named after them, et cetera. I had options, but I wasn't in a huge hurry. I had plenty of things I could "learn by doing" with Cassie.
I had gotten two more blowjobs from my sister that afternoon, and I was pretty well done. She had spent most of the day doing chores... hers, and mine, and then things I'd meant to get around to for a while but never did. Each time she gave me a blowjob, she seemed more eager and less embarrassed than the time before. The third time, she even took off her clothes without me ordering her to, which I thought was fantastic. It seemed that some of the more subtle components of the commands I had given her were beginning to sink in, like being satisfied by pleasing me. I fell asleep around seven that night, exhausted but quite happy.
Of course, when I go to sleep at seven I usually wake up at two in the morning, and this time was no different. Wide awake and staring at an alarm clock reading 2:13 in bright red digits, I sighed, knowing how difficult it would be to fall back asleep. I found myself wishing Cassie were up, so I could get another blowjob. Or better yet, a good old-fashioned fucking.
Then I laughed at myself. If I wanted Cassie up, she would be up... or get up, or whatever. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of waking her up and taking both of our virginities tonight. Mom's room was at the other end of the trailer, besides, she was likely passed out by now anyway. The only problem was, Cassie shared her room with our younger sister, Charlie.
Charlie (her name was Charlene, but nobody called her that unless she was in trouble) was eight, and that was just too young for me to think of her in any sort of sexual way, but if I wanted some alone time with Cassie, I'd need to use The Touch on her. I reasoned that I could use the slave script I'd come up with on her, since the script wasn't anything blatantly sexual, just submissive, and it'd be nice if she would listen to me for a change. Then maybe in a few years when she started filling out, I could reevaluate our relationship.
I grabbed a couple of condoms I had in my nightstand, they were distributed for free at the teen center across from the library, and slinked off into my sisters' room. Charlie's bed was on the right, and there was just enough light from the moon coming in the window for me to make out her shape. She was snoring softly. With my left hand, I gently shook her awake.
"What? What is it, Davey?" she mumbled, once she recognized me.
"Shhh. Don't wake your sister." I whispered. I touched her face with my right hand, and when I felt The Touch flow into her, I whispered the command script that I had now memorized to make her into my slave forever. It was interesting, but it seemed like I could feel the commands settling into her, and when I was done, I removed my hand.
"David, what's going on? Why do you own me?" She whispered. It was an interesting question, one that Cassie had never bothered to ask; even though she remembered the commands I gave her as well.
"That's not important right now Charlie. Charlie, I want you to listen to me and do as I say, OK? I want you to sleep in my bed tonight, and I'll sleep in here, and if anyone asks, just say you slept all night in your bed, OK? You got that? Can you do that for me?"
She looked at me for a long moment, as if to figure out the weirdness of what I asked her to do, but eventually she shrugged. "OK, Brother, if that's what you want." Quietly, she got out of bed and tiptoed into my room, dragging her stuffed tiger Beatrice with her. I smiled and closed the door behind her, locked it.
I padded over to Cassie, who was still sleeping. She was on her stomach, so I reached out and grabbed a handful of her ass.
With a startled gasp she woke up and turned over. "Brother! Charlie's sleeping!" she whispered urgently.
"Nah, I sent her to go sleep in my room. It's just you and me Cassie, and tonight I want to take your virginity. What do you think?" She gasped again and looked over to Charlie's empty bed, then looked up at me. It was too dark to read her expression, but her low words were unmistakable.
"It's yours to take, Brother. Do you want me to take off all my clothes?"
"Oh yes," I whispered. I watched the sister-shaped shadow peel off clothes in the limited moonlight.
A few seconds later came the barely audible, "I'm ready. What do you want me to do?"
I abruptly realized I was still clothed, so I shucked off the underwear and t-shirt that's I'd been sleeping in and crawled into bed with her.
"OK, first, why don't you blow me for a bit?"
"With you lying down? Can you do that?"
"Sure, just slide down a little and get on your hands and knees."
"Oh, OK." I felt her rearrange her position on the twin bed, and the now familiar sensation of her lips and tongue surrounding my swollen dick. She started bobbing up and down, and it did feel different from getting my dick sucked sitting on the edge of the bed. I felt lazier, like she was doing all of the work, and that suited me just fine. She remembered what I told her about licking and sucking my balls, and she was already getting a feeling for what turned me on, but I didn't want to come in her mouth tonight, I was on to bigger and better things.
"OK, stop Cassie, come up here and lie down next to me." As she did that I opened the condom wrapper I still had in my hand and fished the rubber out of it. I handed it to her.
"Now Cassie, one of your responsibilities is making sure you don't get pregnant. You need to put a condom on me every time we do it, OK?" and with that, I guided her hands on how to roll the rubber down my dick, leaving space at the top for the come to collect, just like they showed us in Health Class last year. She was a quick study, and a minute later, we were ready to go. Hell, I was more than ready to go. Her delicate hands putting the condom on my dick was the sweetest torture I'd ever felt.
I moved on top of her, and had her position me at her cunt, and here I hesitated, remembering what those internet stories mentioned about a girl's first time. "Uh, this might hurt you a little bit, Cass." I whispered.
"That doesn't matter, Brother," she whispered back. Oh right, the command script I thought. Taking my last deep breath as a virgin, I pushed into her. Immediately I felt the resistance of her virginity, and with lusty disregard for my sister's comfort, thrusted hard. Her flesh challenged my entry, then abruptly surrendered as she yelped sharply and stiffened for a moment. I hesitated, feeling guilty, but as soon as she recovered from the shock she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. She was fairly lubricated, although I didn't appreciate it at the time, and I easily slid the rest of the way in.
I was in heaven. Just like that I wasn't a virgin any more, and neither was she. We stayed that way for about thirty seconds, and then the pressure got to me and I started moving in and out. Her pussy gripped me, massaged me, and her hips started responding to my thrusts. Her arms gripped my shoulders like she wouldn't let go. Having orgasmed powerfully three times in the previous 24 hours helped my control though, and we were going at it hot and heavy for about 10 minutes when she suddenly gasped loudly and started shaking, her arms and legs wrapped so tightly around me that I could barely move. I was worried that I'd hurt her at first but then I realized I'd just seen her orgasm, and that did my ego a world of good.
After about thirty more seconds she loosened up, the lubrication was starting to flow copiously, and I was picking up some serious speed. Five minutes later, sweating like a pig, Cassie went into another gasping fit. This time, recognizing it for what it was, I didn't slow down. I plowed through, and her pussy turned into a vice. It was incredible. A few more thrusts, and I could no longer hold back the explosion. A strained groan escaped my lips as my dick pulsed with orgasm. And then we were still, gasping, sweaty, my dick softening inside of her. I pulled out and yanked the condom off, and lay down beside her, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. She was trying to do the same.
After a minute, she turned to me.
"Thank you, Brother," she whispered. I looked at her in surprise.
"For what?" I asked.
"Laura said the first time almost always sucks. With you, it was wonderful. Thank you." And then kissed me on the mouth!
"Y-You're welcome, sis. That was pretty good, huh? And we'll only get better with practice," I said, my ego now huge. I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, this time, experimentally offering her my tongue. She accepted it and we spent a long time making out before we were both too tired to keep our eyes open.
We fell asleep in each others arms. I remember the last conscious thought I had before falling over the brink: