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Will
Sunday Morning

There was not enough lube in the world for what I was going to do to my poor dick. I had just finished blowing my load all over my room. I was so down bad, so totally lost, that I hadn’t even grabbed a tissue or anything. And now I had to clean it up. Another sticky mess, courtesy of Victoria.

It may sound like I’m complaining, but I’m not. I swear.

I had only just started cleaning up when my phone chimed again. Victoria hadn’t stopped at sending me sexy nudes that showed off her sun-kissed caramel skin and her huge, perfect tits. Now she was sending me videos. One after another.

I immediately dropped what I was doing to hit play. This irresistible urge came over me at the sight of her body. I couldn’t help myself. My hand went straight to my cock, as if pulled there by a magnet.

In the video, Victoria was standing in that same bathroom or shower or whatever. She reached down and slowly started peeling off her shirt up and over her head.

My head was completely empty. The only thoughts that could find their way into my brain were the ones that told me to touch myself. To stare at Victoria and squeeze out every last drop of cum for her. A perfect offering to her, painting every surface in my room with my mess.

By the time her shirt hit the floor, I could do nothing but stroke, stroke, stroke for her. She reached down and began undoing the button on her pants. Then she pulled down the zipper. So painfully slow. She was teasing me. She shimmied her pants down.

Now that she was only in her underwear she cruelly decided to pause there, with her thumb dancing around her waistband.

“William,” she whispered, a smile dancing at the edge of her lips. I melted at the sound of her voice. I could listen to her saying my name for a thousand years. Especially when she said it like that, with her voice thrumming and sweet as honey in my ears. I felt myself slipping further into a trance. IQ points dumped out the back of my head in an instant. Nothing in my head but Victoria.

“Are you enjoying the show?” She asked, on the video. “I bet you’re touching yourself right now. Relaxing. Letting yourself go. Watching me strip. Praying I take off a little more?”

I nodded dumbly, still stroking my cock. The hypnotic triggers hit me with the force of a semi-truck.

“I bet your cock is making all the decisions, isn’t it?”

Yes, Victoria. Yes.

“You want to touch me, don’t you? You want to see a little more? A little peek of my pussy? Would that make you lose control?”

I moaned. The last two words reverberated off the inside of my skull.

LOSE.

CONTROL.

“What will you do if I let you see how wet I am? Do you know how much it turned me on to hear you come on the phone just now?”

“Please, Victoria,” I begged, though she couldn’t hear me. I had the wild thought to call her and beg her to come over right that second. Beg her to let me touch her, taste her, anything. Anything at all.

But I couldn’t tear my eyes off the video. And I couldn’t stop squeezing my cock. She was reaching her hand into her panties. She was touching herself in all the ways I wanted to touch her. All I wanted was to cup the soft mound of her pussy. To tease her wet, little slit with my fingers. To make her moan like she was moaning now.

Then Victoria was finally pulling down her underwear. She pulled her panties off and flung them behind her. With a wicked smile, she lifted her leg up to the bench to give me a better view.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked. God, the vibration in that voice. I can’t describe it. It was like a warm embrace seeping into all the corners of my mind. Making every thought into one about Victoria. I wanted to say what she wanted me to say. I wanted to do what she wanted me to do. I wanted to be what she wanted me to be.

So I answered the only way I could. “Yes, thank you.”

She smiled as if she heard me. She knew what my answer would be. “I knew you would,” she said.

She slid her fingers into her pussy, biting her lip with the pleasure of it. She let out a soft little curse. Not for show, or for me at all. Just because she was nearing the edge too, just like I was.

“I need you to listen to me and obey, ok, Will?”

“Yes, always.” I said to my empty room.

“I want you to finish when I finish. But not a moment before.”

I nodded. “Whatever you say, Victoria.”

Vic

Sunday Morning

Beth was a nervous wreck. She fired off text after text the night before and Beau had responded to exactly none of them. I was starting to get worried. I thought about the last things we had said to him the night before.

Give us some space.

Go make some new friends.

Beau was under deep hypnosis and highly suggestible at the time. Who could say how he would interpret that?

I found Beth sitting in the kitchen when I woke up. She was on her phone, calling into Beau’s voicemail over and over again.

“Any luck?” I asked, though I knew the answer from the way she was anxiously tugging on strands of her hair.

“This isn’t like him, Vic. Where the fuck is he? Why wouldn’t he at least fucking text me and let me know if he’s alive?”

“Hey, it’s gonna be ok. I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Don’t you dare say that he’s fine. You don’t know that. He’s never done anything like this before...”

Before I messed with his head, I thought. I felt the accusation she left unsaid. And I deserved it. Did I really know what I was doing when I started making my little adjustments to Beau’s mind? Clearly not.

What if I messed up Will’s hypnosis too?

“Have you seen Will this morning?” I asked. I couldn’t forget how I had left Will the night before, stumbling off to bed with a hypnotic compulsion to beat off to thoughts of me. Hopefully, he wasn’t up there still going at it. I really had no idea though. “I hope he’s not gone off the deep-end too.”

Beth shot me an angry look. “Will you give it a rest with my brother for, like, a day? I kinda need your help here.”

“Sorry. I’m just worried about him.”

“Will’s fine. Don’t worry about him.”

“Ok, yeah, yeah. Let’s go look for Beau. Where should we start?”

“You tell me, Vic.” Fuck, I felt so bad. I had fucked all this up and I was letting everyone down. I made a mental note to check in with Will later and see how he was doing.

“Let’s start with the places he always goes to, I guess. If we find him, I can fix this. I’ll put him back to how he was.”

“Can you really do that?”

“Yes, of course. It’s super easy.”

I hoped that was true.

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We ended up back at the gym. It was the most obvious place to look for Mr. Lunkhead himself. The Sunday morning crowd at the gym was only made up of the most devoted members. So mostly people that knew or recognized Beau. Beth and I were making the rounds asking everyone if they’d seen him, but we were striking out. No one had seen him since the night before.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to check. The text was from Will. My heart leaped at the sight of his name.

Will: Hey, when will you be back?

I could barely wipe the stupid grin off my face. Even after all that I had put him through, that boy wanted me. BAD.

I texted back: Everything all right?

Gotta keep it cool. Play it nonchalant. Make him sweat it out.

Will: I wanted to talk to you.

Maybe I was crazy, but I could feel the desperation through the screen. I wondered if he was still touching himself to those pictures of me. Thinking about how badly he wanted to touch me. And how he couldn’t with the hypnotic block I had put him under.

Then I got a really naughty idea. There was one way to really make him sweat. One way to be a million percent sure he was touching himself.

I told Beth I’d catch up with her in a minute and made a beeline for the locker room.

There was no one else inside, so I picked one of the empty shower stalls and pulled the curtain closed. Then I got to work.

I pulled up my shirt and pulled the girls out of my bra. I snapped a couple pics. That wasn’t quite it. I squeezed my tits together. I’d caught Will with his wandering eyes on many occasions. He didn’t think I knew he was sneaking peeks, but I knew what he liked. And now I could use it against him. I blew him a kiss and snapped the pic. It was perfect, so I hit send before I could chicken out.

I tried to wait for him to respond but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to hear him. I wanted to hear his gravelly voice as he tried to pretend he wasn’t stroking it at the sight of me.

“Hello?” He answered. He was trying to sound unaffected. He was really, really trying. And he was really, really failing.

“Heyyy,” I teased, “so what are you up to?”

Silence from Will. I wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

“Do you like the pic? You know, you don’t have to play coy. If you wanted more pictures, you could have just asked… I took a whole set last night, but you never asked for them so I take it the one was enough?”

“Victoria,” he breathed.

“Are you ok, Will? You’re breathing weird. You’re not over-exerting yourself, are you?”

“I just needed to see you, Victoria. I need to talk to you.”

“We’re talking now… What’s up?”

“In person.”

“Oh, wow, ok. It sounds like you have something really important to get off your chest. We should be back later, and then you can confess your undying love for me, OK Will?”

“It’s not…” He stumbled over his words. It was like music to my ears.

“Uh huh, sure,” I laughed. “We’ll talk later. You have fun running up a flight of stairs or whatever you’re doing over there.”

Again, no response except for his heavy breathing.

“Relax, William. It’s a joke.” I didn’t realize I had done it until it was too late, but I had loaded the phrase with a hypnotic trigger. I can only imagine the effect it had on him, because I heard Will make a sound that was halfway between a moan and a grunt. “I hope that was as good as it sounded,” I told him, then hung up.

Somehow the hypnotic triggers worked even over the phone. All he needed was just my voice. There were quite a few fun possibilities that came to mind with that information. Did I want to see how far I could send William over the edge? I thought about it and the answer was a definite yes. Yes, I did. So I set my phone down on the shelf and began unbuttoning my pants. A video should do the trick.

Will
Saturday Night

I woke up to the sound of a door shutting. It was Beth’s room. I heard voices talking. After the incident by the pool, I had taken a shower to clean myself up. Then I watched the sunlight reflecting off the pool as it danced all over my ceiling. I had been thinking about Victoria. At some point I must have fallen asleep. And now it was dark out. I checked my phone. It was almost 9 PM.

I threw some clothes on. The dirty pile of clothes on the floor reminded me of the cum-soaked shorts I had hidden there. I figured I should probably wash them before I forgot. I threw the whole pile in a basket and brought them downstairs.

When I walked into the kitchen, I found a sight that almost stopped my heart. Victoria was fresh from the gym, bent over and stretching.

She beamed at me, “Are you here to help me stretch, William?”

“Uh yeah, Victoria, sure. Y-yeah, if you need help.” I stammered.

Victoria laughed. She nodded at the laundry basket. “Washing your shorts?”

I could feel my cheeks flush. “Yeah…”

“Well, hold on, I have something else for you to wash.”

She peeled off her sweaty skin tight gym tank top and tossed it on top of my clothes. She was just standing in front of me in her sports bra. My heart was running like a racehorse. Victoria looked absolutely delicious. I could see the tan lines from her bikini and I had the wild thought that I wanted to lick them.

I shifted uncomfortably because my cock was straining against my pants now. Goddamn. What was this girl doing to me?

Then she started to shimmy out of her skin tight work-out pants. She added those onto the pile too.

“Not a problem,” I said, like a man in a dream.

She was standing in front of me in her bra and sweaty panties. I had another mad thought. If she would wring those panties out into a glass, I’d like to drink it. Victoria had a huge grin. I was now painfully, achingly hard. There was no hiding it.

“Anything else?” I asked.

She laughed. “Well since you asked so nicely…” Then Victoria pulled off her bra. I nearly died. God, they looked better than I’d always imagined. She had these cute perfect nips. And her tan lines were driving me insane. I wanted to squeeze her tits so badly.

“I should change these too. Got so sweaty at the gym.” She peeled off her panties, stepped out of them, and tossed them at me. “You don’t mind washing them for me, do you?”

I shook my head, in a trance.

“You should take off your clothes too.”

I nodded and started pulling off my clothes without another thought.

“Can I share a secret with you, Will?”

“Of course, Victoria.”

“There’s nothing special about the Shimmer syrup. It was just something visually interesting for you to watch while my voice did all the work, but I could have chosen anything.”

“So you could have hypnotized me at any time?”

“Well, the first time is tricky. You really need total focus, but after that it gets easier. Once the pathways in the brain are already formed, you can put someone under like that.” She snapped her fingers. “Want me to show you? I bet you’d be receptive to any commands I can think of.”

“So you just need to snap your fingers now and I do whatever you say?” I was feeling a little defensive.

She gestured to a stool at the kitchen counter. “Why don’t you have a seat, William. Relax.”

I found myself sitting where she told me. No delay. No hesitation. That kind of wiped the smirk off my face.

Her voice dropped lower and sent shivers down my spine. “Don’t look at my eyes, William. Look at my tits.” As she said this she squeezed them together. My gaze fell to her chest like my head was pulled down by thousand pound weights.

“Stare at my tits and listen to my voice. Listen to my voice and obey.”

I felt my body go completely still and my jaw go slack.

“You’ve been thinking with your dick, like a good boy. He’s been making some decisions, here and there. But that’s just not good enough. You’re going to be a good boy and let your dick have the driver’s seat. And I want you in the back seat. You are going to do whatever he wants, Will. Every time you see my tits, he’s going to be the boss, do you understand?”

I nodded dumbly.

“Good boy,” she purred. “The only other rule you need to remember is that you can’t touch me when he’s in charge. No matter how badly you want to. I’m strictly off-limits. Understand?”

I whimpered. “Yes, Victoria. Yes.”

“And you’ll obey?”

I nodded vigorously.

She smiled at me. “See? I told you it was easy.”

I shook my head trying to clear the cobwebs. 

“Aww poor boy. It must be a huge blow to the ego to be proven wrong twice in two days.”

She leaned forward and kissed my forehead and then stood up. When she did her boobs were right in my face. Before I even realized what they were doing, my hands were undoing my belt buckle. I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t even think straight. It’s like I was getting blasted with a stream of all my horniest, most desperate fantasies about Victoria from a psychic machine gun. I just needed to touch myself. I couldn’t believe how brazen I was, but I also couldn’t help myself. I started stroking right in front of her.

“William! Are you jerking off right now?” she asked.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know how to stop.” I really wanted to. This was humiliating, but I couldn’t make myself take my hands off my dick.

“God, all it took was one look at my body and you’re beating off. You couldn’t even wait to get back to your room tonight.” I knew she was teasing, but I still felt so embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry, Victoria.”

“Don’t be sorry… It’s pretty hot. I love seeing you desperate.” She leaned down in front of me and squeezed her tits together.

Oh God. I started stroking faster. I needed to come. I needed a release so bad.

“Whoa, I really did a number on you. I may have scrambled your brain when I put you under this time.”

I just nodded.

“It must be killing you that I’m not touching you right now.”

“Fuck, Victoria. Yes. Please touch me.”

“You’re probably dying for me to help you with that.”

“I am. Yes. I am.”

“Here. I know just the thing.” Victoria picked up her phone and took a selfie. She pushed her tits together and made an adorable pouty face. “Now you can take care of that in your room with a little more privacy.”

“Thank you,” I groaned and staggered off towards my bedroom, still beating off the whole time.

Victoria blew me a kiss as I walked away. “Let me know if you need any more pictures! Or maybe a video?”

Will
Saturday Night

I woke up to the sound of a door shutting. It was Beth’s room. I heard voices talking. After the incident by the pool, I had taken a shower to clean myself up. Then I watched the sunlight reflecting off the pool as it danced all over my ceiling. I had been thinking about Victoria. At some point I must have fallen asleep. And now it was dark out. I checked my phone. It was almost 9 PM.

I threw some clothes on. The dirty pile of clothes on the floor reminded me of the cum-soaked shorts I had hidden there. I figured I should probably wash them before I forgot. I threw the whole pile in a basket and brought them downstairs.

When I walked into the kitchen, I found a sight that almost stopped my heart. Victoria was fresh from the gym, bent over and stretching.

She beamed at me, “Are you here to help me stretch, William?”

“Uh yeah, Victoria, sure. Y-yeah, if you need help.” I stammered.

Victoria laughed. She nodded at the laundry basket. “Washing your shorts?”

I could feel my cheeks flush. “Yeah…”

“Well, hold on, I have something else for you to wash.”

She peeled off her sweaty skin tight gym tank top and tossed it on top of my clothes. She was just standing in front of me in her sports bra. My heart was running like a racehorse. Victoria looked absolutely delicious. I could see the tan lines from her bikini and I had the wild thought that I wanted to lick them.

I shifted uncomfortably because my cock was straining against my pants now. Goddamn. What was this girl doing to me?

Then she started to shimmy out of her skin tight work-out pants. She added those onto the pile too.

“Not a problem,” I said, like a man in a dream.

She was standing in front of me in her bra and sweaty panties. I had another mad thought. If she would wring those panties out into a glass, I’d like to drink it. Victoria had a huge grin. I was now painfully, achingly hard. There was no hiding it.

“Anything else?” I asked.

She laughed. “Well since you asked so nicely…” Then Victoria pulled off her bra. I nearly died. God, they looked better than I’d always imagined. She had these cute perfect nips. And her tan lines were driving me insane. I wanted to squeeze her tits so badly.

“I should change these too. Got so sweaty at the gym.” She peeled off her panties, stepped out of them, and tossed them at me. “You don’t mind washing them for me, do you?”

I shook my head, in a trance.

“You should take off your clothes too.”

I nodded and started pulling off my clothes without another thought.

“Can I share a secret with you, Will?”

“Of course, Victoria.”

“There’s nothing special about the Shimmer syrup. It was just something visually interesting for you to watch while my voice did all the work, but I could have chosen anything.”

“So you could have hypnotized me at any time?”

“Well, the first time is tricky. You really need total focus, but after that it gets easier. Once the pathways in the brain are already formed, you can put someone under like that.” She snapped her fingers. “Want me to show you? I bet you’d be receptive to any commands I can think of.”

“So you just need to snap your fingers now and I do whatever you say?” I was feeling a little defensive.

She gestured to a stool at the kitchen counter. “Why don’t you have a seat, William. Relax.”

I found myself sitting where she told me. No delay. No hesitation. That kind of wiped the smirk off my face.

Her voice dropped lower and sent shivers down my spine. “Don’t look at my eyes, William. Look at my tits.” As she said this she squeezed them together. My gaze fell to her chest like my head was pulled down by thousand pound weights.

“Stare at my tits and listen to my voice. Listen to my voice and obey.”

I felt my body go completely still and my jaw go slack.

“You’ve been thinking with your dick, like a good boy. He’s been making some decisions, here and there. But that’s just not good enough. You’re going to be a good boy and let your dick have the driver’s seat. And I want you in the back seat. You are going to do whatever he wants, Will. Every time you see my tits, he’s going to be the boss, do you understand?”

I nodded dumbly.

“Good boy,” she purred. “The only other rule you need to remember is that you can’t touch me when he’s in charge. No matter how badly you want to. I’m strictly off-limits. Understand?”

I whimpered. “Yes, Victoria. Yes.”

“And you’ll obey?”

I nodded vigorously.

She smiled at me. “See? I told you it was easy.”

I shook my head trying to clear the cobwebs. 

“Aww poor boy. It must be a huge blow to the ego to be proven wrong twice in two days.”

She leaned forward and kissed my forehead and then stood up. When she did her boobs were right in my face. Before I even realized what they were doing, my hands were undoing my belt buckle. I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t even think straight. It’s like I was getting blasted with a stream of all my horniest, most desperate fantasies about Victoria from a psychic machine gun. I just needed to touch myself. I couldn’t believe how brazen I was, but I also couldn’t help myself. I started stroking right in front of her.

“William! Are you jerking off right now?” she asked.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know how to stop.” I really wanted to. This was humiliating, but I couldn’t make myself take my hands off my dick.

“God, all it took was one look at my body and you’re beating off. You couldn’t even wait to get back to your room tonight.” I knew she was teasing, but I still felt so embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry, Victoria.”

“Don’t be sorry… It’s pretty hot. I love seeing you desperate.” She leaned down in front of me and squeezed her tits together.

Oh God. I started stroking faster. I needed to come. I needed a release so bad.

“Whoa, I really did a number on you. I may have scrambled your brain when I put you under this time.”

I just nodded.

“It must be killing you that I’m not touching you right now.”

“Fuck, Victoria. Yes. Please touch me.”

“You’re probably dying for me to help you with that.”

“I am. Yes. I am.”

“Here. I know just the thing.” Victoria picked up her phone and took a selfie. She pushed her tits together and made an adorable pouty face. “Now you can take care of that in your room with a little more privacy.”

“Thank you,” I groaned and staggered off towards my bedroom, still beating off the whole time.

Victoria blew me a kiss as I walked away. “Let me know if you need any more pictures! Or maybe a video?”

Vic

Saturday Afternoon

I was right where I wanted to be: covered head to toe with tanning oil, stretched out on some deck chairs with Beth, and soaking up the UV rays. Beau was standing nearby anxiously waiting to assist Beth with any potential request she might have. I could practically feel him vibrating with impatience for Beth to give him a new task. He had already served us drinks and refilled them twice. He had made us sandwiches. He had rushed over to hand me my phone from the table next to me so I didn't have to sit up all the way. And now he was standing off to the side, silently. Which I was grateful for, because this was really starting to grate on my nerves.

"See?" Beth said to me, her voice low. "I figured out the secret."

"What secret?" I asked, taking a sip of my iced tea.

"Beau needs an outlet. So I've given him one. I'm his whole entire reason for being. All he wants is to make me happy. So I'm letting him."

I looked over at Beau. This intensity was maybe even worse than the manic romancing of the past week.

"Beth," I said, keeping my voice light. "But what if you get bored of giving him chores?"

"I won't," she said.

"Let me put him under again," I offered. "Just make him chill out a bit."

"No, I like it. It's nice to be appreciated. Anyway! How did it go with Will? Did he like your little surprise? Has he changed his tune?"

I thought about Will fleeing upstairs to his room with melted ice cream all over his shorts and a different white, sticky mess on the inside. I couldn't hide my smile. "Yeah, we had a breakthrough."

Beth squealed. "Finally! It's about time! So where is he now?"

"He's upstairs. Cleaning up."

"Ok, Vic! TMI! TMI!"

I just laughed. "You asked!"

"And I regret it! Normally, I'd be pressing you for every little detail about a hookup, but this time I think I'll let it be. So, he's madly in love though? Worshipping the ground you walk on? When are we going on a double date?"

"He's..." I wasn't sure what the right words were. "I haven't finished with him yet."

Beth's eyes went wide. "Ok, Babe! Have your fun. You've earned it. We have these boys wrapped around our fingers, so I'm sure they'd love to buy us dinner at a nice-ass restaurant. Isn't that right, Beau?"

"Of course, Baby." Beau answered.

"Hey, Vic, do you still want to hit the gym?"

"Yeah, let's do that before it gets too much later."

"Perfect. I have so much energy to burn. Beau, you drive."

"Of course," he said, already gathering the empty glasses.

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The gym smelled of sweat and disinfectant spray. Beth and I started out on the treadmills. It always ended up turning into a competition to see who could outdo the other one. The competition usually went until we were laughing too hard to keep running.

That night, though, it wasn't the same. Beau was hovering behind us. Not working out, just hanging around in case Beth might need him for something. I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed a break. And I missed just spending time with my friend.

I leaned over to Beth and asked her if she would tell Beau to give us some space. Thankfully, she didn't protest.

"Hey, Babe," she called out over the hum of the treadmills, "can you find somewhere else to be for a little bit? Maybe go make a new friend or something."

After the smallest of nods, Beau loped off towards the front of the gym. We saw him turn the corner and enter the other side of the gym over by the tanning beds and smoothie bar. Once he was out of sight I felt like I could finally breathe normally. I really needed to do something about Beau. Beth didn't want me to mess with him, but this situation wasn't sustainable and I knew it. Maybe I'd have to revert him back to old Beau and just let her be pissed at me.

I was mulling this over when Beth turned to me and very pointedly cranked up the speed on her treadmill. I responded to the challenge by matching her speed on mine.

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When we finished up, we were going to hit the showers before we left. Beth just wanted to let Beau know where we were. We walked around the gym and saw no sign of him.

"Dude, what the fuck," Beth said. I could tell she was starting to panic. The cleaning guy came out of the men's locker room. Beth asked him if he could go in there and check on Beau.

"It was just me in there, Sweetheart," the old man told her.

Beth took out her phone and fired off a few texts. I looked out to Beau's car in the parking lot. It definitely wasn't out there.

"Why don't you call him?" I suggested, "I'll order us a ride, just in case."

At this point, Beth was really worried. I personally wasn't all that concerned. He was a grown man. It was shitty he had left without telling us, but he was kind of a douchebag, so that tracked. I was sure he was fine.

I just wanted to go back to her place. I could calm her down and we could wait for Beau to reach out.

And if I had the opportunity to get Will alone again, even better.

Vic

Saturday Afternoon

I was right where I wanted to be: covered head to toe with tanning oil, stretched out on some deck chairs with Beth, and soaking up the UV rays. Beau was standing nearby anxiously waiting to assist Beth with any potential request she might have. I could practically feel him vibrating with impatience for Beth to give him a new task. He had already served us drinks and refilled them twice. He had made us sandwiches. He had rushed over to hand me my phone from the table next to me so I didn't have to sit up all the way. And now he was standing off to the side, silently. Which I was grateful for, because this was really starting to grate on my nerves.

"See?" Beth said to me, her voice low. "I figured out the secret."

"What secret?" I asked, taking a sip of my iced tea.

"Beau needs an outlet. So I've given him one. I'm his whole entire reason for being. All he wants is to make me happy. So I'm letting him."

I looked over at Beau. This intensity was maybe even worse than the manic romancing of the past week.

"Beth," I said, keeping my voice light. "But what if you get bored of giving him chores?"

"I won't," she said.

"Let me put him under again," I offered. "Just make him chill out a bit."

"No, I like it. It's nice to be appreciated. Anyway! How did it go with Will? Did he like your little surprise? Has he changed his tune?"

I thought about Will fleeing upstairs to his room with melted ice cream all over his shorts and a different white, sticky mess on the inside. I couldn't hide my smile. "Yeah, we had a breakthrough."

Beth squealed. "Finally! It's about time! So where is he now?"

"He's upstairs. Cleaning up."

"Ok, Vic! TMI! TMI!"

I just laughed. "You asked!"

"And I regret it! Normally, I'd be pressing you for every little detail about a hookup, but this time I think I'll let it be. So, he's madly in love though? Worshipping the ground you walk on? When are we going on a double date?"

"He's..." I wasn't sure what the right words were. "I haven't finished with him yet."

Beth's eyes went wide. "Ok, Babe! Have your fun. You've earned it. We have these boys wrapped around our fingers, so I'm sure they'd love to buy us dinner at a nice-ass restaurant. Isn't that right, Beau?"

"Of course, Baby." Beau answered.

"Hey, Vic, do you still want to hit the gym?"

"Yeah, let's do that before it gets too much later."

"Perfect. I have so much energy to burn. Beau, you drive."

"Of course," he said, already gathering the empty glasses.

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The gym smelled of sweat and disinfectant spray. Beth and I started out on the treadmills. It always ended up turning into a competition to see who could outdo the other one. The competition usually went until we were laughing too hard to keep running.

That night, though, it wasn't the same. Beau was hovering behind us. Not working out, just hanging around in case Beth might need him for something. I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed a break. And I missed just spending time with my friend.

I leaned over to Beth and asked her if she would tell Beau to give us some space. Thankfully, she didn't protest.

"Hey, Babe," she called out over the hum of the treadmills, "can you find somewhere else to be for a little bit? Maybe go make a new friend or something."

After the smallest of nods, Beau loped off towards the front of the gym. We saw him turn the corner and enter the other side of the gym over by the tanning beds and smoothie bar. Once he was out of sight I felt like I could finally breathe normally. I really needed to do something about Beau. Beth didn't want me to mess with him, but this situation wasn't sustainable and I knew it. Maybe I'd have to revert him back to old Beau and just let her be pissed at me.

I was mulling this over when Beth turned to me and very pointedly cranked up the speed on her treadmill. I responded to the challenge by matching her speed on mine.

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When we finished up, we were going to hit the showers before we left. Beth just wanted to let Beau know where we were. We walked around the gym and saw no sign of him.

"Dude, what the fuck," Beth said. I could tell she was starting to panic. The cleaning guy came out of the men's locker room. Beth asked him if he could go in there and check on Beau.

"It was just me in there, Sweetheart," the old man told her.

Beth took out her phone and fired off a few texts. I looked out to Beau's car in the parking lot. It definitely wasn't out there.

"Why don't you call him?" I suggested, "I'll order us a ride, just in case."

At this point, Beth was really worried. I personally wasn't all that concerned. He was a grown man. It was shitty he had left without telling us, but he was kind of a douchebag, so that tracked. I was sure he was fine.

I just wanted to go back to her place. I could calm her down and we could wait for Beau to reach out.

And if I had the opportunity to get Will alone again, even better.

Will

Saturday Morning

When I woke up, both girls were gone. I decided to use the opportunity to pick up my game again. I came downstairs around noon, starving and ready to scrounge up some lunch.

I was busy making a sandwich when Victoria walked into the room wearing this teeny tiny bikini that she was practically spilling out of.

"Breathe, Will. Don't forget to breathe," she teased.

I felt a wave of warmth rush over me and that familiar tightness in my shorts.

"W-what are you up to?"

She shrugged. "Thought I'd do some sunbathing. What are you doing?"

Victoria opened the freezer and pulled out the ice cream. She grabbed a box of ice cream cones and then dug around for a scoop.

"Oh you know, having lunch then probably getting back to my game." I was trying so hard to sound casual. I didn't want her to know just how much she had affected me last night.

"Neat," she said.

"Where is my sister now?"

"Oh we went out this morning. Got coffee, did a little shopping. Now she's hanging out with Beau in her room. So I'm making myself scarce."

"I still can't believe she's treating you like this. Do you want me to talk to her?"

"No, no," Victoria said, "It was my idea honestly. I love to be a wingwoman, plus I have plenty to keep myself busy."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

She looked right at me and held my eyes for a moment. "Like hypnotizing her brother."

"Well, you know, it was a pretty cool trick, but I wouldn't say it-"

"A pretty successful trick, I'd say," she corrected.

I felt flustered. Was it 100 degrees in the room or was that just me?

"I mean it was cool! You definitely had me zoned out. I guess that was like being put under "hypnosis" or something. You gotta show me how to do that sometime."

"So you don't feel like I hypnotized you?"

I laughed. "I mean, sort of, I guess. I don't know. I don't really believe in it, you know? You can only hypnotize someone who wants to be hypnotized."

The only thing she said was "Hmm." and then she took her ice cream out onto the patio.

I quickly readjusted myself so my erection wasn't quite so obvious and followed her out. Good God, did she look just as great in that bikini from behind as she did from the front.

Victoria reclined in one of the patio chairs. It was pretty hot out already. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the side. I could use a quick dip in the pool. I was still wearing my shorts, but that didn't matter. I dove right in.

When I surfaced, she was watching me and licking her ice cream. I tried to keep my thoughts from going there, but it did anyway. Seeing her lick that cone had me wondering what it would be like if she were licking me instead. I could practically feel it. I swam up to the edge of the pool near her.

A bit of melted ice cream dripped off her cone and landed right on her chest. Victoria wiped it and then sucked her finger. Holy fuck. Then she looked up at me. Oops. I was busted.

She smiled at me, like there was a joke that I wasn't getting.

"What's so funny?" I asked her.

"I just think it's funny that you don't think I hypnotized you when it's so obvious that I did."

"Oh yeah? It's so obvious?"

"Very!" She laughed. "Let's see...you left your lunch on the counter to follow me out here. Then you abandoned your afternoon plans to ogle me in this bikini. Speaking of, you were so busy staring at my ass that you forgot to take your phone out of your pocket before you jumped in the pool."

In a panic I climbed out of the pool and fished my dripping wet phone out of my pocket. I cursed under my breath and set it on the concrete.

"Victoria, I just-"

"It's also obvious," she pressed on, "that you've been following me around for a full day now pointing your boner at me everywhere I go. So yeah, I'd say that I hypnotized you."

"If I'm hypnotized, then how come I'm not barking like a dog or something?"

"You'd like that?"

My cheeks flamed. "No, I-."

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. You'd bark if I want you to, trust me, but that's beside the point. The real reason is because that's not the command I gave you when you were under."

"Oh yeah? What command did you give me?"

At this, she grinned, a woman pleased with her work. "You really don't remember?"

I shook my head.

She patted the seat next to her. "You should sit down for this, Will."

I sat down. She held out her ice cream cone to me. "Hold this." I grabbed it. I licked a bit of melted ice cream off the cone before it could run onto my hand.

"I told you to listen to my voice. I told you to breathe and let go and give in and give up. I told you to look into my cup and OBEY."

There's no other way to say it. That flattened me. Her voice was as syrupy sweet as it had been the day before and I just fell into it. I felt like I couldn't see straight. I felt like I could see the shimmery swirls everywhere. I could see them in the sky and the clouds.

"Hey Will!" Victoria shouted, startling me out of my daze. I sat bolt upright. I was shocked to find that the ice cream had melted all down my hand and dripped onto my shorts.

Victoria sat next to me on the patio recliner. "If I didn't hypnotize you, then how come you were just catatonic for fifteen minutes when I said your trigger phrases?

I had no response. My mouth opened, but then I just closed it.

Her voice dropped down to a whisper. "If I didn't hypnotize you, then how come you're ready to pop every time I touch you?"

She reached out and wiped a drop of ice cream off my shorts and sucked it off her finger. "What do you call me, Will?"

"Victoria," I moaned. I felt my cock twitch.

She leaned in close to my ear. "That's exactly right. You don't even think of me as Vic anymore, do you? And how come you get hard every time you look at me?" She reached out and rubbed my cock over the fabric of my shorts. "I'll tell you: It's because you want me so, so bad. Now it's time for you to let go, Will."

This was too much. I had been on edge for almost a full day. And Victoria had her hands on me. And I had a great view of her amazing, perfect tits. It was all way too much. I came harder than I had ever come in my life before. I painted the inside of my shorts with a hot, sticky mess under her touch.

When I was finally done bucking against her hand, my mouth worked but nothing came out. I had no idea what to say.

Victoria just smiled at me and said, "Finally."

Will

Saturday Morning

When I woke up, both girls were gone. I decided to use the opportunity to pick up my game again. I came downstairs around noon, starving and ready to scrounge up some lunch.

I was busy making a sandwich when Victoria walked into the room wearing this teeny tiny bikini that she was practically spilling out of.

"Breathe, Will. Don't forget to breathe," she teased.

I felt a wave of warmth rush over me and that familiar tightness in my shorts.

"W-what are you up to?"

She shrugged. "Thought I'd do some sunbathing. What are you doing?"

Victoria opened the freezer and pulled out the ice cream. She grabbed a box of ice cream cones and then dug around for a scoop.

"Oh you know, having lunch then probably getting back to my game." I was trying so hard to sound casual. I didn't want her to know just how much she had affected me last night.

"Neat," she said.

"Where is my sister now?"

"Oh we went out this morning. Got coffee, did a little shopping. Now she's hanging out with Beau in her room. So I'm making myself scarce."

"I still can't believe she's treating you like this. Do you want me to talk to her?"

"No, no," Victoria said, "It was my idea honestly. I love to be a wingwoman, plus I have plenty to keep myself busy."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?"

She looked right at me and held my eyes for a moment. "Like hypnotizing her brother."

"Well, you know, it was a pretty cool trick, but I wouldn't say it-"

"A pretty successful trick, I'd say," she corrected.

I felt flustered. Was it 100 degrees in the room or was that just me?

"I mean it was cool! You definitely had me zoned out. I guess that was like being put under "hypnosis" or something. You gotta show me how to do that sometime."

"So you don't feel like I hypnotized you?"

I laughed. "I mean, sort of, I guess. I don't know. I don't really believe in it, you know? You can only hypnotize someone who wants to be hypnotized."

The only thing she said was "Hmm." and then she took her ice cream out onto the patio.

I quickly readjusted myself so my erection wasn't quite so obvious and followed her out. Good God, did she look just as great in that bikini from behind as she did from the front.

Victoria reclined in one of the patio chairs. It was pretty hot out already. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the side. I could use a quick dip in the pool. I was still wearing my shorts, but that didn't matter. I dove right in.

When I surfaced, she was watching me and licking her ice cream. I tried to keep my thoughts from going there, but it did anyway. Seeing her lick that cone had me wondering what it would be like if she were licking me instead. I could practically feel it. I swam up to the edge of the pool near her.

A bit of melted ice cream dripped off her cone and landed right on her chest. Victoria wiped it and then sucked her finger. Holy fuck. Then she looked up at me. Oops. I was busted.

She smiled at me, like there was a joke that I wasn't getting.

"What's so funny?" I asked her.

"I just think it's funny that you don't think I hypnotized you when it's so obvious that I did."

"Oh yeah? It's so obvious?"

"Very!" She laughed. "Let's see...you left your lunch on the counter to follow me out here. Then you abandoned your afternoon plans to ogle me in this bikini. Speaking of, you were so busy staring at my ass that you forgot to take your phone out of your pocket before you jumped in the pool."

In a panic I climbed out of the pool and fished my dripping wet phone out of my pocket. I cursed under my breath and set it on the concrete.

"Victoria, I just-"

"It's also obvious," she pressed on, "that you've been following me around for a full day now pointing your boner at me everywhere I go. So yeah, I'd say that I hypnotized you."

"If I'm hypnotized, then how come I'm not barking like a dog or something?"

"You'd like that?"

My cheeks flamed. "No, I-."

"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. You'd bark if I want you to, trust me, but that's beside the point. The real reason is because that's not the command I gave you when you were under."

"Oh yeah? What command did you give me?"

At this, she grinned, a woman pleased with her work. "You really don't remember?"

I shook my head.

She patted the seat next to her. "You should sit down for this, Will."

I sat down. She held out her ice cream cone to me. "Hold this." I grabbed it. I licked a bit of melted ice cream off the cone before it could run onto my hand.

"I told you to listen to my voice. I told you to breathe and let go and give in and give up. I told you to look into my cup and OBEY."

There's no other way to say it. That flattened me. Her voice was as syrupy sweet as it had been the day before and I just fell into it. I felt like I couldn't see straight. I felt like I could see the shimmery swirls everywhere. I could see them in the sky and the clouds.

"Hey Will!" Victoria shouted, startling me out of my daze. I sat bolt upright. I was shocked to find that the ice cream had melted all down my hand and dripped onto my shorts.

Victoria sat next to me on the patio recliner. "If I didn't hypnotize you, then how come you were just catatonic for fifteen minutes when I said your trigger phrases?

I had no response. My mouth opened, but then I just closed it.

Her voice dropped down to a whisper. "If I didn't hypnotize you, then how come you're ready to pop every time I touch you?"

She reached out and wiped a drop of ice cream off my shorts and sucked it off her finger. "What do you call me, Will?"

"Victoria," I moaned. I felt my cock twitch.

She leaned in close to my ear. "That's exactly right. You don't even think of me as Vic anymore, do you? And how come you get hard every time you look at me?" She reached out and rubbed my cock over the fabric of my shorts. "I'll tell you: It's because you want me so, so bad. Now it's time for you to let go, Will."

This was too much. I had been on edge for almost a full day. And Victoria had her hands on me. And I had a great view of her amazing, perfect tits. It was all way too much. I came harder than I had ever come in my life before. I painted the inside of my shorts with a hot, sticky mess under her touch.

When I was finally done bucking against her hand, my mouth worked but nothing came out. I had no idea what to say.

Victoria just smiled at me and said, "Finally."

Will
Friday Night

Later that night, I was sitting in my room, playing Death Slayer, and I thought I heard a noise. I took my headphones off and listened. Someone knocked on my door. With a big sigh, I set my controller down and went to go see what Beth wanted.

I opened the door and…it wasn’t Beth.

It was Victoria, smiling up at me. She peered over my shoulder into my room. “Am I interrupting anything?” she whispered.

“What? No…” I said, feeling defensive.

“Great. Wanna watch a movie with me?” She was looking at me weird, like she was studying me or something. It was really throwing me off.

“Uh… I-in my room?” I tripped over my words. God, dude, be cool, I thought.

“William! Are you trying to get me in your bed?” She playfully punched my arm.

“No! No, I didn’t mean… I just meant…” My words trailed off. I didn’t know what to say. Why had I even asked that? It was bad enough being in the same house with her. The last thing I needed was Victoria in my bed.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her, I thought. Wait, where were these thoughts coming from? Goddamn it. This was Victoria. My sister’s lifelong best friend. I should not be thinking about her like this.

“I was thinking downstairs…on the couch…” Victoria said. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust myself.

“I don’t know.” I said. “I’m pretty tired.”

“Ok, Will, if you say so,” she said with a smirk.

She turned to go. I followed her out of the room. “Hey, Victoria. Where’s Beth? Is she watching the movie with you?

“She invited Beau over. They’re in her room.” She said, over her shoulder. I could now hear the music bumping from my sister’s room, covering God only knew what sounds. Victoria was heading downstairs. I hurried to catch up.

“What? That’s pretty shitty to leave you alone. That’s not like her.”

“No, it's fine, trust me. I suggested it.” She glanced up at me, “Besides, I'm not hanging out alone.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“It looks like you decided to join me after all…” I saw her look right at my sweatpants. So she had definitely noticed what was going on down there.

“Yeah well, I feel bad leaving you all alone…” But when exactly had I made this decision, I wondered?

Victoria laughed and I couldn’t help but smile. It felt like she saw through everything I did. It was infuriating and also…not.

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I found it nearly impossible to pay attention to the movie she chose. I don’t remember what it was. Some sort of arthouse thing. It really wasn’t my kind of movie, but that wasn’t the reason I couldn’t focus on it.

I had picked one side of the couch, expecting Victoria to take the other side. Instead she sat next to me. Like RIGHT next to me. Like leaning against my arm next to me. It definitely wasn’t helping me deal with the tent I was pitching in my sweatpants.

I was struggling to keep my thoughts reined in. For her part, Victoria seemed to be invested in the movie. I couldn’t tell you a single thing that had happened. I can tell you exactly what she was wearing though, cause that's all I could think about. She had on this cropped tank top and sweats and she was wearing these big silly Pikachu slippers. It seemed like every single shirt she owned was carefully chosen to be as eye-catching as possible. I couldn’t help it. My mind kept wandering. What if I had doubled down on inviting her into my room to watch a movie? Would she have? What would have happened after that?

About halfway through the movie she moved away from me to lie down on the couch and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then she kicked off her slippers and rested her feet on my lap and I tensed back up. My cock strained against my pants. I glanced down at her. She seemed not to have noticed. She was still glued to the movie. I tried to adjust myself to make it a little less obvious.

Victoria moved her foot to rest it on my cock. My breath caught. “Victoria…What are you doing?” I hissed.

She turned to look at me. “What is it, Will?” God, was she really going to do this and pretend to be clueless? She moved her foot to softly stroke up and down my length. I gripped the arm of the couch.

“We can’t do this.” I told her.

“Do what?” She moved her other foot over and sandwiched my dick between, squeezing ever so slightly. It was throbbing now.

“Victoria, please,” I begged.

“Should I stop…?” She asked, daring me to say yes.

I couldn’t make myself say it.

“Just relax, Will.”

Something about her voice. Something about the way she said it, knocked me flat. I melted back into the couch, while she rubbed me with her feet. I could barely move.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to come.” I groaned.

“Would that be so bad? You need to let go.”

“We shouldn’t do this. You’re Beth’s best friend…”

“Alright, Will,” she said, lifting her feet off my lap. “If that’s your decision...”

I wanted to go back immediately. Absolutely not. Absolutely not, I thought. Fuck. It’s not what I want. What I wanted was to beg her to keep touching me.

“It's getting late. I gotta get to bed,” she said and just like that I missed my chance.

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I desperately needed another ice cold shower if I had any hope of getting some sleep. I turned the cold water knob on full blast and eased myself in. Slowly, my aching, throbbing boner subsided.

I had my eyes closed and the water cascading over my face. I was trying to relax, but I couldn’t get visions of Victoria out of my head. The way she looked bouncing down the stairs. The fake innocent “who me?” look when she was rubbing me over my pants. And the smirk on her face when she said goodnight.

I shook my head to dispel the thoughts. It really wasn’t working.

I heard a soft knock on the door.

“Hello?” I called out.

The door creaked open and I heard Victoria’s voice. “Hey, Will. I was just curious how many cold showers you’re planning on taking this weekend…”

“Do you mind?” I hissed.

“I’m just asking because I bet your dad will be pissed when he sees the water bill. Did you know we’re in the middle of drought right now?”

“Get out!”

“I’m sensing frustration. Did my presence set back your progress? Back to square one?”

Sure enough, my cock was standing at full mast. All kinds of wild thoughts ran through my head.

Invite her in, some part of my brain tossed up.

Tell her to meet you in your room!

I didn’t take those suggestions. “Good NIGHT, Victoria,” I said pointedly.

Victoria laughed and shut the door, leaving me alone for the third time that day trying to get rid of a raging hard-on. And it wasn’t even Saturday yet.

Will
Friday Night

Later that night, I was sitting in my room, playing Death Slayer, and I thought I heard a noise. I took my headphones off and listened. Someone knocked on my door. With a big sigh, I set my controller down and went to go see what Beth wanted.

I opened the door and…it wasn’t Beth.

It was Victoria, smiling up at me. She peered over my shoulder into my room. “Am I interrupting anything?” she whispered.

“What? No…” I said, feeling defensive.

“Great. Wanna watch a movie with me?” She was looking at me weird, like she was studying me or something. It was really throwing me off.

“Uh… I-in my room?” I tripped over my words. God, dude, be cool, I thought.

“William! Are you trying to get me in your bed?” She playfully punched my arm.

“No! No, I didn’t mean… I just meant…” My words trailed off. I didn’t know what to say. Why had I even asked that? It was bad enough being in the same house with her. The last thing I needed was Victoria in my bed.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her, I thought. Wait, where were these thoughts coming from? Goddamn it. This was Victoria. My sister’s lifelong best friend. I should not be thinking about her like this.

“I was thinking downstairs…on the couch…” Victoria said. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust myself.

“I don’t know.” I said. “I’m pretty tired.”

“Ok, Will, if you say so,” she said with a smirk.

She turned to go. I followed her out of the room. “Hey, Victoria. Where’s Beth? Is she watching the movie with you?

“She invited Beau over. They’re in her room.” She said, over her shoulder. I could now hear the music bumping from my sister’s room, covering God only knew what sounds. Victoria was heading downstairs. I hurried to catch up.

“What? That’s pretty shitty to leave you alone. That’s not like her.”

“No, it's fine, trust me. I suggested it.” She glanced up at me, “Besides, I'm not hanging out alone.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

“It looks like you decided to join me after all…” I saw her look right at my sweatpants. So she had definitely noticed what was going on down there.

“Yeah well, I feel bad leaving you all alone…” But when exactly had I made this decision, I wondered?

Victoria laughed and I couldn’t help but smile. It felt like she saw through everything I did. It was infuriating and also…not.

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I found it nearly impossible to pay attention to the movie she chose. I don’t remember what it was. Some sort of arthouse thing. It really wasn’t my kind of movie, but that wasn’t the reason I couldn’t focus on it.

I had picked one side of the couch, expecting Victoria to take the other side. Instead she sat next to me. Like RIGHT next to me. Like leaning against my arm next to me. It definitely wasn’t helping me deal with the tent I was pitching in my sweatpants.

I was struggling to keep my thoughts reined in. For her part, Victoria seemed to be invested in the movie. I couldn’t tell you a single thing that had happened. I can tell you exactly what she was wearing though, cause that's all I could think about. She had on this cropped tank top and sweats and she was wearing these big silly Pikachu slippers. It seemed like every single shirt she owned was carefully chosen to be as eye-catching as possible. I couldn’t help it. My mind kept wandering. What if I had doubled down on inviting her into my room to watch a movie? Would she have? What would have happened after that?

About halfway through the movie she moved away from me to lie down on the couch and I breathed a sigh of relief. Then she kicked off her slippers and rested her feet on my lap and I tensed back up. My cock strained against my pants. I glanced down at her. She seemed not to have noticed. She was still glued to the movie. I tried to adjust myself to make it a little less obvious.

Victoria moved her foot to rest it on my cock. My breath caught. “Victoria…What are you doing?” I hissed.

She turned to look at me. “What is it, Will?” God, was she really going to do this and pretend to be clueless? She moved her foot to softly stroke up and down my length. I gripped the arm of the couch.

“We can’t do this.” I told her.

“Do what?” She moved her other foot over and sandwiched my dick between, squeezing ever so slightly. It was throbbing now.

“Victoria, please,” I begged.

“Should I stop…?” She asked, daring me to say yes.

I couldn’t make myself say it.

“Just relax, Will.”

Something about her voice. Something about the way she said it, knocked me flat. I melted back into the couch, while she rubbed me with her feet. I could barely move.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to come.” I groaned.

“Would that be so bad? You need to let go.”

“We shouldn’t do this. You’re Beth’s best friend…”

“Alright, Will,” she said, lifting her feet off my lap. “If that’s your decision...”

I wanted to go back immediately. Absolutely not. Absolutely not, I thought. Fuck. It’s not what I want. What I wanted was to beg her to keep touching me.

“It's getting late. I gotta get to bed,” she said and just like that I missed my chance.

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I desperately needed another ice cold shower if I had any hope of getting some sleep. I turned the cold water knob on full blast and eased myself in. Slowly, my aching, throbbing boner subsided.

I had my eyes closed and the water cascading over my face. I was trying to relax, but I couldn’t get visions of Victoria out of my head. The way she looked bouncing down the stairs. The fake innocent “who me?” look when she was rubbing me over my pants. And the smirk on her face when she said goodnight.

I shook my head to dispel the thoughts. It really wasn’t working.

I heard a soft knock on the door.

“Hello?” I called out.

The door creaked open and I heard Victoria’s voice. “Hey, Will. I was just curious how many cold showers you’re planning on taking this weekend…”

“Do you mind?” I hissed.

“I’m just asking because I bet your dad will be pissed when he sees the water bill. Did you know we’re in the middle of drought right now?”

“Get out!”

“I’m sensing frustration. Did my presence set back your progress? Back to square one?”

Sure enough, my cock was standing at full mast. All kinds of wild thoughts ran through my head.

Invite her in, some part of my brain tossed up.

Tell her to meet you in your room!

I didn’t take those suggestions. “Good NIGHT, Victoria,” I said pointedly.

Victoria laughed and shut the door, leaving me alone for the third time that day trying to get rid of a raging hard-on. And it wasn’t even Saturday yet.

Vic
Friday Afternoon

I made myself wait until we got in Beth’s car before I flipped out.

“Dude!” I shouted.

“Yeah? It worked?”

I couldn't stop grinning. “Oh yeah,” I laughed. “You should have seen him. He folded instantly. No, but like, literally. He had his nose in my cup when I started swirling it.”

“Aw, you should have gotten a picture. I wish I had seen it. Did he look as dumb as Beau did when you put him under?”

I did an impression of Will’s open-mouth, nobody’s-home expression. Beth cracked up, “Oh my god! You should have let me come see. I have some suggestions for what changes we could make to improve that brother of mine.”

Beth reversed out of the driveway, probably too fast. I gripped the door handle.

“So,” she pried, “what changes DID you make while he was under? Is he taking you out on a date?”

I winced, feeling suddenly awkward about the hypnotic suggestions I had given Will while he was under. “No… Nothing that direct…”

Beth glanced at me. Her eyes narrowed. “Oh! Ew, ok. That’s my brother. I don’t want to know sick thoughts you have about him. Please say no more.”

I punched her arm. Beth laughed.

“It did work though?”

“Did you doubt me?”

“Never, babe. I just feel like I should remind you that you could hypnotize any man and you’ve chosen my brother.”

“It’s always been just him for me, though. You know that.”

“Gross,” Beth muttered under her breath. “I’m glad you’re happy. I wish you two a lifetime of happiness. And he better treat you right! I’ll make sure he knows that.”

“I’m not worried about it,” I said, not bothering to hide my grin.

“Ok! GROSS. No, more info please. You’re lucky I’m still so grateful for what you did for me with Beau. He has been so down bad ever since you hypnotized him for me. It’s adorable.”

“Yeah? Things are going well?”

“Wait until you see for yourself…”

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The plan to hypnotize the men in our lives was something we came up with one night when I was sleeping over at her house. I had this massive secret and it was killing me to keep it from my bestie: I could hypnotize people.

I had never, like, actually done it, but I had practiced it a ton. It seemed easy enough. I sat up alone every night for weeks, trying to nail the vocal intonations. And I could do it now. I was pretty sure.

I just couldn’t figure out how to tell Beth. So, I blurted it out like a crazy person.

“I learned how to hypnotize people.”

It was 3 AM. Beth looked at me like I had three heads. I died laughing. She tried to shush me. And that turned into both of us laughing and shushing each other so we didn’t wake up the whole house.

“What are you talking about, babe?” she asked when she finished wheezing. I was so afraid her parents were going to wake up and be mad.

“I…can hypnotize people.” I said.

“You’re not joking? You can really do that?” Beth asked.

“Yes, I swear.” Trying to sound sincere and serious just kicked off another round of giggling and shushing between us.

“Vic, I love you. I really do. But I don’t believe you. This is nuts.”

“OK, let me show you.”

She was still trying not to laugh. “What?”

“Let me show you.”

The vibe really changed in Beth’s bedroom. She said she didn’t believe that I could hypnotize her, but she was sitting up straight now. Her eyes were wide and watching my every move. I had her sit cross-legged opposite me on her floor. I didn’t know what to use for the visual part of the induction.

The lady who taught me how to hypnotize didn’t call it hypnotism. She said, “I can teach you how to entrance anyone.” That’s the word she used for it. Entrance. But I felt like it was exactly the same thing as hypnotism. Anyway, the lady said you need to ensnare their gaze with something, but it didn’t matter too much what you used. As long as it was a slow, repetitive movement, it would do the trick.

So for Beth I used the only thing I had. I undid the clasp of my necklace and held it out in front of her face. She gave me a skeptical look, but I pressed on.

I started to swing it back and forth.

I couldn’t remember the exact words that the lady had used, but I thought I could get close. The only thing that really, actually mattered was the tone of my voice. And I had that mastered. I had been practicing it for weeks.

“Look at my necklace.”

Beth watched it swing back and forth, back and forth.

“Look at my necklace and breathe.”

“Breathe and relax.”

Beth’s eyebrows squeezed together, like she was trying to concentrate. Then she started blinking a lot.

“Relax and obey.”

Beth’s face went entirely blank. Her mouth hung open.

“Holy shit!” I said, jumping up. Then, fearing that I may have snapped her out of it, I glanced down at her. She was still sitting there with the most vacant zoned out expression I’d ever seen. Sorry, Beth isn’t home right now, I thought, which made me laugh.

I waved my hand right in front of her face. She didn’t react at all. Ok, I thought, so she’s under. Now what can I have her do that will prove it to her when she comes back?

I thought for a minute and then it came to me.

I leaned in close and let my voice slip back into the register that would let her subconscious mind hear me and accept what I said.

“Beth, when you hear me say the word “patriotism” you will kiss me on the lips.”

I paused after that. Maybe that wouldn’t be enough. I needed one more thing up my sleeve just in case she was gonna be really stubborn about this.

“And when I say ‘filament,’ you’ll get down and kiss my feet.”

Ok, perfect. No way she’d be able to deny that.

“Now, you will return to your body when I clap my hands.”

I clapped once and Beth startled like she’d just been given an electric shock. I smiled at her. She looked back at me like she wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad one.

“Well?” I asked. “How do you feel?”

“I feel sleeeepy. Veeeerrrryyy sleeeeppyyy.” She joked.

“Do you feel hypnotized?”

“Not particularly? How is it supposed to feel?”

“Let’s find out,” I said grinning. “Beth, what are your thoughts on patriotism?”

Almost as soon as the word left my lips, Beth’s whole vibe switched up. She was definitely looking at me differently. Either like she wanted to make out or like she was going to throw up.

Beth leaned in and gave me a polite peck right on the lips and then she sat back and I got to watch the shock settle in.

“Vic, I’m sorry! I don’t know why I just did that.”

I smiled apologetically. “Ok, so it definitely worked then.”

“No… You told me to kiss you??”

I nodded. “Do you believe me now?”

“Yeah,” she said, “Fuck, Vic. That’s wild.”

“I’m glad you said that. I didn’t want to have to use the second trigger.”

“The second trigger? Vic, what else did you do?”

“Oh, don't worry about it. I love you!” I said, hoping she’d drop it.

“You better not make me do anything weird, Victoria.”

“I don’t have to now,” I laughed.

So convincing my best friend that I could hypnotize people ended up being the easy part. But I still had to tell her that I wanted to use it to entrance her brother into realizing that he had feelings for me.

Thank god, Beth took it really well, actually. She thought it was a great idea. She only asked me to do the same for the guy she had been talking to.

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A couple nights later, she brought me to the gym where he worked out so I could meet him and do my thing. 

“Oh shit!” Beth clutched at my arm, “He’s coming. He’s coming.”

I pried myself free. “Dude, be cool. I’ll handle everything.”

“Ok, ok.”

Beau opened the door and slid into the backseat. “Sup,” he nodded in our direction.

Despite the lackluster greeting, Beth nearly levitated off the driver’s seat in excitement. “Hey, Babe!” she said.

“Sup,” he repeated.

I had to try so hard not to roll my eyes. I didn’t love my best friend’s latest situationship, but Beth was over the moon and so I was trying to be supportive. And anyway, that was why I was here: to see if I could make Beau into boyfriend material. He did seem to like Beth, but only for hookups in his car or the pool house in his backyard. The goal was simple. I just needed to nudge the fuckboy into lover boy territory in the hopes that he would finally take Beth out on a proper date.

“Thanks for meeting us here,” I said, painting a smile on my face.

“No worries. I work out here every night.” Did he actually flex as he said that? I was pretty sure he did. Yuck. Meanwhile, Beth had practically swooned in the front seat.

“Well, Beau, I wanted to show you something. Do you mind?”

He shrugged. I figured that was the closest thing I would get to a yes. I pulled up the generic hypnosis spiral video I had found on the internet. Then I expanded the video to fill my screen and pointed the phone at Beau.

Here goes nothing, I thought.

“Beau, look at my phone.”

“Watch the video and breathe.”

I did my best to ignore Beth’s impatient wiggling on the seat next to me.

“Breathe and relax.”

Was I imagining things or had his shoulders slumped? His eyes definitely looked glazed, but maybe that’s how they normally looked.

“Relax and listen to my voice.”

“Listen to my voice and obey.”

Beau’s mouth went slack. Beth grabbed my shoulder in disbelief at what she was seeing.

There it was. I had fucking done it. Beau was sitting in the back seat of the car, with his sleepy eyes locked onto my phone screen and his mouth slack. He looked like he was on another planet.

“Dude,” Beth whispered.

“I know.”

We locked eyes. “This is fucking nuts, Vic,” Beth laughed. “I can’t believe you’re going to do this to my brother!”

“Ok, one thing at a time. I have to give this guy some hypnotic suggestions to turn him into a hopeless romantic.”

Beth beamed. “Ok, ok, do your thing.”

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Now, days later, we were pulling up to Beau’s place. I wanted to see how he was doing and make sure my work under Beau’s hood was going as planned.

He was sitting out front when we pulled up. In his arms he held so many bouquets of roses that I couldn’t even see his face.

I looked over at Beth to see if she was seeing this.

“See? It really worked!”

“Yeah,” I said, “I guess you could say that.”

When we got out, Beau came running up to Beth. “Baby Baby Baby. God, I’ve missed you so much. These are for you!”

“Hey, Babe,” Beth beamed.

“Beau, how are things, man?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, good,” he said, without even glancing in my direction. He was locked on Beth. “Hey, listen babe. I wrote you a poem while I was waiting for you guys to show up, can I read it for you? Well, I don’t have to read it. I memorized it. I can just recite it.”

“Let’s, uh, do the recital while we drive,” I suggested, shooing the lovebirds towards the backseat of Beth’s car. “Or not! We could also just skip it.”

Somehow, I found myself missing the old Beau.

Chapter 2
Vic
Friday Afternoon

I made myself wait until we got in Beth’s car before I flipped out.

“Dude!” I shouted.

“Yeah? It worked?”

I couldn't stop grinning. “Oh yeah,” I laughed. “You should have seen him. He folded instantly. No, but like, literally. He had his nose in my cup when I started swirling it.”

“Aw, you should have gotten a picture. I wish I had seen it. Did he look as dumb as Beau did when you put him under?”

I did an impression of Will’s open-mouth, nobody’s-home expression. Beth cracked up, “Oh my god! You should have let me come see. I have some suggestions for what changes we could make to improve that brother of mine.”

Beth reversed out of the driveway, probably too fast. I gripped the door handle.

“So,” she pried, “what changes DID you make while he was under? Is he taking you out on a date?”

I winced, feeling suddenly awkward about the hypnotic suggestions I had given Will while he was under. “No… Nothing that direct…”

Beth glanced at me. Her eyes narrowed. “Oh! Ew, ok. That’s my brother. I don’t want to know sick thoughts you have about him. Please say no more.”

I punched her arm. Beth laughed.

“It did work though?”

“Did you doubt me?”

“Never, babe. I just feel like I should remind you that you could hypnotize any man and you’ve chosen my brother.”

“It’s always been just him for me, though. You know that.”

“Gross,” Beth muttered under her breath. “I’m glad you’re happy. I wish you two a lifetime of happiness. And he better treat you right! I’ll make sure he knows that.”

“I’m not worried about it,” I said, not bothering to hide my grin.

“Ok! GROSS. No, more info please. You’re lucky I’m still so grateful for what you did for me with Beau. He has been so down bad ever since you hypnotized him for me. It’s adorable.”

“Yeah? Things are going well?”

“Wait until you see for yourself…”

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The plan to hypnotize the men in our lives was something we came up with one night when I was sleeping over at her house. I had this massive secret and it was killing me to keep it from my bestie: I could hypnotize people.

I had never, like, actually done it, but I had practiced it a ton. It seemed easy enough. I sat up alone every night for weeks, trying to nail the vocal intonations. And I could do it now. I was pretty sure.

I just couldn’t figure out how to tell Beth. So, I blurted it out like a crazy person.

“I learned how to hypnotize people.”

It was 3 AM. Beth looked at me like I had three heads. I died laughing. She tried to shush me. And that turned into both of us laughing and shushing each other so we didn’t wake up the whole house.

“What are you talking about, babe?” she asked when she finished wheezing. I was so afraid her parents were going to wake up and be mad.

“I…can hypnotize people.” I said.

“You’re not joking? You can really do that?” Beth asked.

“Yes, I swear.” Trying to sound sincere and serious just kicked off another round of giggling and shushing between us.

“Vic, I love you. I really do. But I don’t believe you. This is nuts.”

“OK, let me show you.”

She was still trying not to laugh. “What?”

“Let me show you.”

The vibe really changed in Beth’s bedroom. She said she didn’t believe that I could hypnotize her, but she was sitting up straight now. Her eyes were wide and watching my every move. I had her sit cross-legged opposite me on her floor. I didn’t know what to use for the visual part of the induction.

The lady who taught me how to hypnotize didn’t call it hypnotism. She said, “I can teach you how to entrance anyone.” That’s the word she used for it. Entrance. But I felt like it was exactly the same thing as hypnotism. Anyway, the lady said you need to ensnare their gaze with something, but it didn’t matter too much what you used. As long as it was a slow, repetitive movement, it would do the trick.

So for Beth I used the only thing I had. I undid the clasp of my necklace and held it out in front of her face. She gave me a skeptical look, but I pressed on.

I started to swing it back and forth.

I couldn’t remember the exact words that the lady had used, but I thought I could get close. The only thing that really, actually mattered was the tone of my voice. And I had that mastered. I had been practicing it for weeks.

“Look at my necklace.”

Beth watched it swing back and forth, back and forth.

“Look at my necklace and breathe.”

“Breathe and relax.”

Beth’s eyebrows squeezed together, like she was trying to concentrate. Then she started blinking a lot.

“Relax and obey.”

Beth’s face went entirely blank. Her mouth hung open.

“Holy shit!” I said, jumping up. Then, fearing that I may have snapped her out of it, I glanced down at her. She was still sitting there with the most vacant zoned out expression I’d ever seen. Sorry, Beth isn’t home right now, I thought, which made me laugh.

I waved my hand right in front of her face. She didn’t react at all. Ok, I thought, so she’s under. Now what can I have her do that will prove it to her when she comes back?

I thought for a minute and then it came to me.

I leaned in close and let my voice slip back into the register that would let her subconscious mind hear me and accept what I said.

“Beth, when you hear me say the word “patriotism” you will kiss me on the lips.”

I paused after that. Maybe that wouldn’t be enough. I needed one more thing up my sleeve just in case she was gonna be really stubborn about this.

“And when I say ‘filament,’ you’ll get down and kiss my feet.”

Ok, perfect. No way she’d be able to deny that.

“Now, you will return to your body when I clap my hands.”

I clapped once and Beth startled like she’d just been given an electric shock. I smiled at her. She looked back at me like she wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad one.

“Well?” I asked. “How do you feel?”

“I feel sleeeepy. Veeeerrrryyy sleeeeppyyy.” She joked.

“Do you feel hypnotized?”

“Not particularly? How is it supposed to feel?”

“Let’s find out,” I said grinning. “Beth, what are your thoughts on patriotism?”

Almost as soon as the word left my lips, Beth’s whole vibe switched up. She was definitely looking at me differently. Either like she wanted to make out or like she was going to throw up.

Beth leaned in and gave me a polite peck right on the lips and then she sat back and I got to watch the shock settle in.

“Vic, I’m sorry! I don’t know why I just did that.”

I smiled apologetically. “Ok, so it definitely worked then.”

“No… You told me to kiss you??”

I nodded. “Do you believe me now?”

“Yeah,” she said, “Fuck, Vic. That’s wild.”

“I’m glad you said that. I didn’t want to have to use the second trigger.”

“The second trigger? Vic, what else did you do?”

“Oh, don't worry about it. I love you!” I said, hoping she’d drop it.

“You better not make me do anything weird, Victoria.”

“I don’t have to now,” I laughed.

So convincing my best friend that I could hypnotize people ended up being the easy part. But I still had to tell her that I wanted to use it to entrance her brother into realizing that he had feelings for me.

Thank god, Beth took it really well, actually. She thought it was a great idea. She only asked me to do the same for the guy she had been talking to.

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A couple nights later, she brought me to the gym where he worked out so I could meet him and do my thing. 

“Oh shit!” Beth clutched at my arm, “He’s coming. He’s coming.”

I pried myself free. “Dude, be cool. I’ll handle everything.”

“Ok, ok.”

Beau opened the door and slid into the backseat. “Sup,” he nodded in our direction.

Despite the lackluster greeting, Beth nearly levitated off the driver’s seat in excitement. “Hey, Babe!” she said.

“Sup,” he repeated.

I had to try so hard not to roll my eyes. I didn’t love my best friend’s latest situationship, but Beth was over the moon and so I was trying to be supportive. And anyway, that was why I was here: to see if I could make Beau into boyfriend material. He did seem to like Beth, but only for hookups in his car or the pool house in his backyard. The goal was simple. I just needed to nudge the fuckboy into lover boy territory in the hopes that he would finally take Beth out on a proper date.

“Thanks for meeting us here,” I said, painting a smile on my face.

“No worries. I work out here every night.” Did he actually flex as he said that? I was pretty sure he did. Yuck. Meanwhile, Beth had practically swooned in the front seat.

“Well, Beau, I wanted to show you something. Do you mind?”

He shrugged. I figured that was the closest thing I would get to a yes. I pulled up the generic hypnosis spiral video I had found on the internet. Then I expanded the video to fill my screen and pointed the phone at Beau.

Here goes nothing, I thought.

“Beau, look at my phone.”

“Watch the video and breathe.”

I did my best to ignore Beth’s impatient wiggling on the seat next to me.

“Breathe and relax.”

Was I imagining things or had his shoulders slumped? His eyes definitely looked glazed, but maybe that’s how they normally looked.

“Relax and listen to my voice.”

“Listen to my voice and obey.”

Beau’s mouth went slack. Beth grabbed my shoulder in disbelief at what she was seeing.

There it was. I had fucking done it. Beau was sitting in the back seat of the car, with his sleepy eyes locked onto my phone screen and his mouth slack. He looked like he was on another planet.

“Dude,” Beth whispered.

“I know.”

We locked eyes. “This is fucking nuts, Vic,” Beth laughed. “I can’t believe you’re going to do this to my brother!”

“Ok, one thing at a time. I have to give this guy some hypnotic suggestions to turn him into a hopeless romantic.”

Beth beamed. “Ok, ok, do your thing.”

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Now, days later, we were pulling up to Beau’s place. I wanted to see how he was doing and make sure my work under Beau’s hood was going as planned.

He was sitting out front when we pulled up. In his arms he held so many bouquets of roses that I couldn’t even see his face.

I looked over at Beth to see if she was seeing this.

“See? It really worked!”

“Yeah,” I said, “I guess you could say that.”

When we got out, Beau came running up to Beth. “Baby Baby Baby. God, I’ve missed you so much. These are for you!”

“Hey, Babe,” Beth beamed.

“Beau, how are things, man?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, good,” he said, without even glancing in my direction. He was locked on Beth. “Hey, listen babe. I wrote you a poem while I was waiting for you guys to show up, can I read it for you? Well, I don’t have to read it. I memorized it. I can just recite it.”

“Let’s, uh, do the recital while we drive,” I suggested, shooing the lovebirds towards the backseat of Beth’s car. “Or not! We could also just skip it.”

Somehow, I found myself missing the old Beau.

Will
Friday Morning

I was excited to hear that my parents were leaving for a weekend getaway. It was pretty rare for me to have the house to myself, especially for days at a time. As a 22 year old, still living at home, those opportunities were precious when they came around.

My excitement didn’t last too long though.

The whole family was standing around the kitchen discussing the ground rules for the days my parents would be gone, when my sister, Beth, floated an idea: “Hey, can Vic stay over this weekend while you guys are gone?”

Dad shrugged. 

“I don’t see why not, Beth,” Mom said. “You know we love her. Vic is always welcome here. If she wants to move in permanently, let us know we can always move Will down to the basement and she can have his room.”

“Haha, very funny, Mom,” I said. “I feel like we see enough of Vic as it is.”

Beth flipped me off behind Mom’s back. I returned the favor.

“Let me know if you guys need anything from the grocery store before we go and I’ll make sure we have it,” Mom said, none the wiser.

OK, so it wasn’t the weekend I had in mind, but it was happening whether I wanted it to or not. Beth already had her phone out to text Vic. I figured I was in for two days of hiding in my room with my headphones on instead of enjoying a quiet house and total freedom.

Vic was my younger sister’s best friend growing up and as far back as I can remember she had a huge crush on me. It wasn’t a big mystery or anything. She was pretty vocal about it. Vic would always joke that she was going to marry me someday. It was her way of teasing and, rather than putting a stop to it, Beth would egg her on.

Yeah, my sister found it hilarious, I guess. I think they both liked to piss me off and they also thought it was funny to joke about being sisters-in-law. And that’s all it ever was: jokes.

That is, until Vic went off to college. That’s when I felt something shift. My sister’s best friend was gone for the better part of a year and when she came back the next summer I hardly recognized her. How do I put this? She had really grown up. In a lot of ways, sure, but I mean in a few very specific ways. Now it was a challenge to keep my eyes from wandering when she was around, which made things difficult because I shouldn’t have been thinking about her like that.

Well Vic was now 20, and somehow blessed with even more confidence than she’d had growing up. Her teasing, flirting jokes were finally having their intended effect and the thing about Vic is that she was not the kind of person to miss an opportunity to make me squirm. I used to be able to brush off her jokes. I would laugh and roll my eyes at Vic being a pest again.

I was finding it difficult to play off lately. Vic looked the way she looked and dressed the way she dressed. Let’s just say she had a knack for making me flustered and considered making me blush to be her personal hobby.

It won’t be so bad, I told myself. I can still have a relaxing weekend. I just need to hole up in my room and stay out of their way as much as possible. Hopefully, Vic won’t bother me too much.

 I had no idea how wrong I was.

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“Heyyyy Will,” Vic called out.

I had just come downstairs on Friday morning to find Vic and Beth standing in my kitchen talking to my mom.  Just great, I thought.

I smiled back at her. “Hey, Vic.” For all her teasing, Victoria really was a sweet girl. I just wish she didn’t make it so hard for me to act normal in the same room as her. Like that morning for instance, she had chosen a top that instantly made me very aware of where my gaze was landing.

In my head, I kept thinking, Keep making eye contact. Keep making eye contact.

There was no way she didn’t know what she was doing.

“What should we get up to this weekend?” Vic asked. I looked from her to my sister.

“Uh, I don’t know what you guys are doing, but I have enough snacks to survive a nuclear winter and the new Death Slayer game to play. I don’t think you guys will see me outside of my room much all weekend.”

“Oh, William,” my mom chimed in, “You should hang out with them. Be social! You can’t be a hermit for the rest of your life.”

I glared at her, hoping to get across that she wasn’t helping as much as she thought she was. “That’s where you’re wrong, Mom! I have no problem being a hermit.”

“But I have a problem with it. I think it’s important you get to know my future daughter-in-law.” She put her arm around Vic playfully, who soaked up the adoration.

“See, Will?” Vic teased. “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you. We should just go ahead and get married. Your family already loves me.”

“It’s nothing against you, Vic,” I said, trying to wiggle out of the conversation, “You’re great! And we do love you. I’m just not looking for an arranged marriage at the moment.”

“Well,” my mom said, “I think Victoria is a great girl and you could do a lot worse than her.”

Despite having her face buried in her phone, Beth piped up, “He CAN and DOES.”

“Hey!” I shout, looking for something to throw at her.

“You should be thanking us for trying to set you guys up. Vic’s out of your league anyway.”

“Thank you soooo much, Beth!”

Vic smiled at me.

Remember: Eye contact. Eye contact.

“So,” Vic asked, “next Friday then? What time do you want to pick me up?”

All three girls laughed. “See?” my mom pulled Vic in for another hug, “This is why I love you. You fit right in with this family.”

I dipped out of the room before they could start picking out wedding dresses.

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I managed to stay out of their way until that afternoon. By that point my parents had already left on their trip. I desperately needed to stock up on drinks and snacks, so I made my way down to the kitchen, thinking the coast was clear.

Wrong again.

Vic was sitting on the counter sipping on an iced purple something-or-other. My heart did a stutter-step when I saw her. She was wearing a whole new outfit. This one, somehow, even skimpier. God help me.

It didn’t matter. I had to remain strong and resolved. I couldn’t let her see that it phased me. That’s what she wanted.

“Hey, Vic!” I said, praying I sounded casual.

Eyes on her face. Eyes on her face.

“William!” she beamed. “Just the man I wanted to see.”

“Oh yeah? What’s up?”

“Beth’s busy on the phone with Beau.” She rolled her eyes. “I was hoping you’d come out of your cave so we could talk.”

“What’d you want to talk about?”

“You know…whatever. I thought we could catch up.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. If I could just keep my eyes from straying, I might have a normal conversation with her and make it back to my room in one piece.

“How have you been? How’s school?” I asked her. Dull questions, maybe, but I was trying my best.

“Oh, not bad, you know, learning a lot.” She seemed like she wanted to say something else, but was having trouble knowing how to bring it up.

“That’s good. So you like your classes?”

“They’re fine. I think I’ve learned a lot more outside of my classes, honestly.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, this friend of mine taught me a lot about…psychology? I guess?”

Despite myself, I was curious what she meant. “Aren’t you a finance major?”

Vic shrugged. “This isn’t like…school-related. It’s more practical.”

“Practical how?”

“Can I show you?” She asked. There was a noticeable pause as she waited for my answer.

“Yeah, you know what, do your worst,” I laughed to break the tension in the room. “Show me your psychology tricks.”

She still seemed pretty serious. “Ok, but you have to come closer for it to work. I promise I won't bite.”

I didn’t really believe that, but I moved in close anyway.

She took a big sip of her drink then took the straw out and peeled the lid off.

“Take a look at my drink. I ordered it with this stuff called Shimmer Syrup. Do you see it?”

I peered down into her cup. Sure enough, there were shiny, silvery swirls. I nodded.

She looked up at me. Our eyes locked for a moment. “It’s like an edible glitter. Doesn’t taste like anything. Just makes the drink a little more fun. I like it because it feels like I’m drinking a potion.”

“Uh huh,” I said, not really seeing where the psychological trick came in.

“But I think it’s more fun for a different reason: I can hypnotize you with it.”

I looked up at her, ready to laugh, but Vic didn’t look like she was joking.

“You’re going to hypnotize me?”

She shifted on the countertop, straightening up. “I guess we’ll find out…”

Yeah, I wasn’t really taking this “hypnosis” very seriously, but I couldn’t deny that she was. I realized how close I was standing to her. Why did it feel so warm all of a sudden? I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears.

“Ok, Will, now look into the drink.” The tone of her voice had completely changed. It was low and warm and just the sound of her saying my name like that sent my thoughts skittering off in all sorts of directions I did not want them to go.

I gazed down into her cup. She swirled the liquid and ice around a few times. The glittery syrup danced around.

“Look into my cup and just breathe.”

Focusing on my breaths made me aware of just how fast my heart was beating.

“Just breathe and relax.”

I watched the shimmers slide and dip all around the ice cubes, up and down.

“Relax and listen to my voice.”

God, her voice. How was she doing that?”

“Listen to my voice and obey.”

Ok. Ok. Obey. Ok.

“Obey and let go.”

It felt like the floor was spinning out from under me.

“Let go and lose control.”

The ice and the drink and Vic’s voice were the only things in the world with me. I just kept watching and listening.

“Lose control and give in, William. Give in to what you want. You are so proud of your self-control. Always so careful to think through every single decision you make. You are going to stop using your head, William. You’re going to do your thinking with something else. All your decisions will be made below your belt and out of your control. I want you to see the effect I have on you and be powerless to stop it. I’m not Vic, your sister’s best friend anymore. I’m a woman that you desire. From now on, I want you to call me Victoria. Do you understand?”

I nodded and took a shuddering breath. My cock was already starting to stir in my pants. I might have wondered what she had done to me or how this was even possible. I was too far gone at that moment to care. I was drowning in her honey-sweet voice and the spinning glitter in her drink.

“Good boy!” she said with a laugh.

I shook my head and stepped back. I had slouched over and my nose was practically in her cup.

“I am… I’m… Hey…Sorry.” I stammered.

Victoria just watched me with a bemused smile. She glanced down and that’s when I noticed I was rocking a full-mast erection in my pants. I looked up at her in shock, expecting her to be shocked too, but she just seemed amused.

“Alright, Vic! Are you ready to go?” My sister was coming down the stairs.

“I’ll be right there!” Victoria shouted back. She hopped off the counter. Without a thought, I moved to follow her.

“Hey, uh, can I tag along?” I asked. Why was I asking that? I wanted to get back to my room. Back to the peace and quiet.

She looked me up and down. With a smirk she said, “Maybe you should stay home and take care of that…situation.” She gestured towards the tent in my pants. “Try a cold shower or something.”

Then just like that she was out of the room and the girls left me alone in the house. Finally, I had the whole place to myself, and yet I wasn’t happy about it.

I took a cold shower to calm myself down. It was tough though because every time I closed my eyes all I could see was the swirling purple energy drink in Victoria’s cup. I kept hearing her voice ringing in my ears. 

What exactly had she done to me? There was no way she had actually hypnotized me, right? All she really did, I thought, was get me to relax and zone out for a few minutes. Was that her whole plan? I guess it was cool, like a party trick. Not really hypnosis though. I figured I’d ask her about it when I saw her next. See if she could show me how she did it.

Will
Friday Morning

I was excited to hear that my parents were leaving for a weekend getaway. It was pretty rare for me to have the house to myself, especially for days at a time. As a 22 year old, still living at home, those opportunities were precious when they came around.

My excitement didn’t last too long though.

The whole family was standing around the kitchen discussing the ground rules for the days my parents would be gone, when my sister, Beth, floated an idea: “Hey, can Vic stay over this weekend while you guys are gone?”

Dad shrugged. 

“I don’t see why not, Beth,” Mom said. “You know we love her. Vic is always welcome here. If she wants to move in permanently, let us know we can always move Will down to the basement and she can have his room.”

“Haha, very funny, Mom,” I said. “I feel like we see enough of Vic as it is.”

Beth flipped me off behind Mom’s back. I returned the favor.

“Let me know if you guys need anything from the grocery store before we go and I’ll make sure we have it,” Mom said, none the wiser.

OK, so it wasn’t the weekend I had in mind, but it was happening whether I wanted it to or not. Beth already had her phone out to text Vic. I figured I was in for two days of hiding in my room with my headphones on instead of enjoying a quiet house and total freedom.

Vic was my younger sister’s best friend growing up and as far back as I can remember she had a huge crush on me. It wasn’t a big mystery or anything. She was pretty vocal about it. Vic would always joke that she was going to marry me someday. It was her way of teasing and, rather than putting a stop to it, Beth would egg her on.

Yeah, my sister found it hilarious, I guess. I think they both liked to piss me off and they also thought it was funny to joke about being sisters-in-law. And that’s all it ever was: jokes.

That is, until Vic went off to college. That’s when I felt something shift. My sister’s best friend was gone for the better part of a year and when she came back the next summer I hardly recognized her. How do I put this? She had really grown up. In a lot of ways, sure, but I mean in a few very specific ways. Now it was a challenge to keep my eyes from wandering when she was around, which made things difficult because I shouldn’t have been thinking about her like that.

Well Vic was now 20, and somehow blessed with even more confidence than she’d had growing up. Her teasing, flirting jokes were finally having their intended effect and the thing about Vic is that she was not the kind of person to miss an opportunity to make me squirm. I used to be able to brush off her jokes. I would laugh and roll my eyes at Vic being a pest again.

I was finding it difficult to play off lately. Vic looked the way she looked and dressed the way she dressed. Let’s just say she had a knack for making me flustered and considered making me blush to be her personal hobby.

It won’t be so bad, I told myself. I can still have a relaxing weekend. I just need to hole up in my room and stay out of their way as much as possible. Hopefully, Vic won’t bother me too much.

 I had no idea how wrong I was.

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“Heyyyy Will,” Vic called out.

I had just come downstairs on Friday morning to find Vic and Beth standing in my kitchen talking to my mom.  Just great, I thought.

I smiled back at her. “Hey, Vic.” For all her teasing, Victoria really was a sweet girl. I just wish she didn’t make it so hard for me to act normal in the same room as her. Like that morning for instance, she had chosen a top that instantly made me very aware of where my gaze was landing.

In my head, I kept thinking, Keep making eye contact. Keep making eye contact.

There was no way she didn’t know what she was doing.

“What should we get up to this weekend?” Vic asked. I looked from her to my sister.

“Uh, I don’t know what you guys are doing, but I have enough snacks to survive a nuclear winter and the new Death Slayer game to play. I don’t think you guys will see me outside of my room much all weekend.”

“Oh, William,” my mom chimed in, “You should hang out with them. Be social! You can’t be a hermit for the rest of your life.”

I glared at her, hoping to get across that she wasn’t helping as much as she thought she was. “That’s where you’re wrong, Mom! I have no problem being a hermit.”

“But I have a problem with it. I think it’s important you get to know my future daughter-in-law.” She put her arm around Vic playfully, who soaked up the adoration.

“See, Will?” Vic teased. “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you. We should just go ahead and get married. Your family already loves me.”

“It’s nothing against you, Vic,” I said, trying to wiggle out of the conversation, “You’re great! And we do love you. I’m just not looking for an arranged marriage at the moment.”

“Well,” my mom said, “I think Victoria is a great girl and you could do a lot worse than her.”

Despite having her face buried in her phone, Beth piped up, “He CAN and DOES.”

“Hey!” I shout, looking for something to throw at her.

“You should be thanking us for trying to set you guys up. Vic’s out of your league anyway.”

“Thank you soooo much, Beth!”

Vic smiled at me.

Remember: Eye contact. Eye contact.

“So,” Vic asked, “next Friday then? What time do you want to pick me up?”

All three girls laughed. “See?” my mom pulled Vic in for another hug, “This is why I love you. You fit right in with this family.”

I dipped out of the room before they could start picking out wedding dresses.

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I managed to stay out of their way until that afternoon. By that point my parents had already left on their trip. I desperately needed to stock up on drinks and snacks, so I made my way down to the kitchen, thinking the coast was clear.

Wrong again.

Vic was sitting on the counter sipping on an iced purple something-or-other. My heart did a stutter-step when I saw her. She was wearing a whole new outfit. This one, somehow, even skimpier. God help me.

It didn’t matter. I had to remain strong and resolved. I couldn’t let her see that it phased me. That’s what she wanted.

“Hey, Vic!” I said, praying I sounded casual.

Eyes on her face. Eyes on her face.

“William!” she beamed. “Just the man I wanted to see.”

“Oh yeah? What’s up?”

“Beth’s busy on the phone with Beau.” She rolled her eyes. “I was hoping you’d come out of your cave so we could talk.”

“What’d you want to talk about?”

“You know…whatever. I thought we could catch up.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. If I could just keep my eyes from straying, I might have a normal conversation with her and make it back to my room in one piece.

“How have you been? How’s school?” I asked her. Dull questions, maybe, but I was trying my best.

“Oh, not bad, you know, learning a lot.” She seemed like she wanted to say something else, but was having trouble knowing how to bring it up.

“That’s good. So you like your classes?”

“They’re fine. I think I’ve learned a lot more outside of my classes, honestly.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, this friend of mine taught me a lot about…psychology? I guess?”

Despite myself, I was curious what she meant. “Aren’t you a finance major?”

Vic shrugged. “This isn’t like…school-related. It’s more practical.”

“Practical how?”

“Can I show you?” She asked. There was a noticeable pause as she waited for my answer.

“Yeah, you know what, do your worst,” I laughed to break the tension in the room. “Show me your psychology tricks.”

She still seemed pretty serious. “Ok, but you have to come closer for it to work. I promise I won't bite.”

I didn’t really believe that, but I moved in close anyway.

She took a big sip of her drink then took the straw out and peeled the lid off.

“Take a look at my drink. I ordered it with this stuff called Shimmer Syrup. Do you see it?”

I peered down into her cup. Sure enough, there were shiny, silvery swirls. I nodded.

She looked up at me. Our eyes locked for a moment. “It’s like an edible glitter. Doesn’t taste like anything. Just makes the drink a little more fun. I like it because it feels like I’m drinking a potion.”

“Uh huh,” I said, not really seeing where the psychological trick came in.

“But I think it’s more fun for a different reason: I can hypnotize you with it.”

I looked up at her, ready to laugh, but Vic didn’t look like she was joking.

“You’re going to hypnotize me?”

She shifted on the countertop, straightening up. “I guess we’ll find out…”

Yeah, I wasn’t really taking this “hypnosis” very seriously, but I couldn’t deny that she was. I realized how close I was standing to her. Why did it feel so warm all of a sudden? I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears.

“Ok, Will, now look into the drink.” The tone of her voice had completely changed. It was low and warm and just the sound of her saying my name like that sent my thoughts skittering off in all sorts of directions I did not want them to go.

I gazed down into her cup. She swirled the liquid and ice around a few times. The glittery syrup danced around.

“Look into my cup and just breathe.”

Focusing on my breaths made me aware of just how fast my heart was beating.

“Just breathe and relax.”

I watched the shimmers slide and dip all around the ice cubes, up and down.

“Relax and listen to my voice.”

God, her voice. How was she doing that?”

“Listen to my voice and obey.”

Ok. Ok. Obey. Ok.

“Obey and let go.”

It felt like the floor was spinning out from under me.

“Let go and lose control.”

The ice and the drink and Vic’s voice were the only things in the world with me. I just kept watching and listening.

“Lose control and give in, William. Give in to what you want. You are so proud of your self-control. Always so careful to think through every single decision you make. You are going to stop using your head, William. You’re going to do your thinking with something else. All your decisions will be made below your belt and out of your control. I want you to see the effect I have on you and be powerless to stop it. I’m not Vic, your sister’s best friend anymore. I’m a woman that you desire. From now on, I want you to call me Victoria. Do you understand?”

I nodded and took a shuddering breath. My cock was already starting to stir in my pants. I might have wondered what she had done to me or how this was even possible. I was too far gone at that moment to care. I was drowning in her honey-sweet voice and the spinning glitter in her drink.

“Good boy!” she said with a laugh.

I shook my head and stepped back. I had slouched over and my nose was practically in her cup.

“I am… I’m… Hey…Sorry.” I stammered.

Victoria just watched me with a bemused smile. She glanced down and that’s when I noticed I was rocking a full-mast erection in my pants. I looked up at her in shock, expecting her to be shocked too, but she just seemed amused.

“Alright, Vic! Are you ready to go?” My sister was coming down the stairs.

“I’ll be right there!” Victoria shouted back. She hopped off the counter. Without a thought, I moved to follow her.

“Hey, uh, can I tag along?” I asked. Why was I asking that? I wanted to get back to my room. Back to the peace and quiet.

She looked me up and down. With a smirk she said, “Maybe you should stay home and take care of that…situation.” She gestured towards the tent in my pants. “Try a cold shower or something.”

Then just like that she was out of the room and the girls left me alone in the house. Finally, I had the whole place to myself, and yet I wasn’t happy about it.

I took a cold shower to calm myself down. It was tough though because every time I closed my eyes all I could see was the swirling purple energy drink in Victoria’s cup. I kept hearing her voice ringing in my ears. 

What exactly had she done to me? There was no way she had actually hypnotized me, right? All she really did, I thought, was get me to relax and zone out for a few minutes. Was that her whole plan? I guess it was cool, like a party trick. Not really hypnosis though. I figured I’d ask her about it when I saw her next. See if she could show me how she did it.