Breeding Sis With My Mind-Control Remote

by Amber FoxxFire

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My younger sister, Sissy, thought she had the lion’s share from our grandpa’s will, but she couldn't have been more wrong. Sure, he left a good chunk of his money to her — so she could finish up college and buy her first car — but he left something for me that not even our parents would’ve been able to comprehend.

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My younger sister, Sissy, thought she had the lion’s share from our grandpa’s will, but she couldn't have been more wrong. Sure, he left a good chunk of his money to her — so she could finish up college and buy her first car — but he left something for me that not even our parents would’ve been able to comprehend.

It was a tiny remote control that wasn't for a TV or a stereo, but for something far more interesting. It was a mind control remote, which was just one of the crazy inventions he left behind. To the family it was nothing but worthless junk — just another one of the mad gadgets he invented that kept him busy in the twilight of his life — but before grandpa died he showed me just how incredible its power was.

He could control anyone with it; from workmen, who would build stuff for him at no cost, to the checkout line at a grocery store, which he’d part like the Red Sea when he didn't want to wait around.

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But those scenarios weren't why he left the magic device to me in his will. He knew I had real trouble connecting to women, or, to put it more bluntly, he knew I was a desperate virgin who couldn't catch a break.

Although he swore to me that he never used the remote to satisfy his own desires after his wife — our grandma — died three years prior to him, I’m pretty sure he tried it out for that exact purpose! Right up until the day he passed he seemed to have a permanent smile on his face!

As soon as we left the will hearing and returned home, I raced up to my bedroom and tried out the remote control on the first girl I could think of.

Sandy — the hot blonde next door — was getting ready for bed. Every night at nine she’d slip out of her day clothes before snuggling into bed. At only twenty-one, she loved an early night. I knew this because I’d often spy on her using my trusty old binoculars.

Although I loved seeing her curvy body in underwear, she’d never strip down to nothing. For months, I hoped I’d see a flash of her naked tits, or get a glimpse of her tender pussy, but she never went that far. Just before she’d settle down on her bed for the night she draw the blinds down, leaving me wanting to see so much more.

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