ditzy-dolls: Angie wasn’t looking forward to meeting Carl. She knew what poor taste Amanda had in m
ditzy-dolls: Angie wasn’t looking forward to meeting Carl. She knew what poor taste Amanda had in men, after all. So when her little sister spent their entire lunch together cooing over how wonderful her new boyfriend was, Angie knew that despite what she’d prefer, she had to meet him. Amanda was a bright young woman - brilliant, actually. But she made the same mistakes with men, over and over. Angie had to look out for her. So, she said she wanted to have lunch with her and this new guy. Amanda was thrilled. “I just know you’re going to love him, Ang. Carl’s the greatest guy I’ve ever met.” Angie just nodded, smiling. She wanted to be happy for Amanda, but she had her doubts. * * * * * Angie came by Amanda’s apartment the next week. A tall, dark-haired man answered the door. He smiled easily, extending his hand. “You must be Angie. I’m so glad you’re here,” he said as they shook. “I’m Carl. Please, come in.” Angie looked him over - subtly enough to not be rude, but obvious enough to stake out her claim as the protective older sister. Carl was a good-looking guy - handsome in a sort of dusty, manual-labor sort of way. His hands were calloused, and his tan forearms were wiry with muscle that didn’t seem gym-bought. Amanda usually leaned more towards the high-class, suit-and-tie flavor of asshole, so Carl was already a confusing surprise. Angie entered the apartment as Carl shut the door behind them. She could hear her sister humming happily as she flitted about the kitchen, fixing something for lunch. “Ang!” she cried, smiling at her. “I’m so glad you made it. Why don’t you and Carl get to know each other while I finish up in here?” Carl sat down on the futon, smiling at Angie. “That sounds good to me,” he said. “Please, make yourself at home.” He gestured to the chair across from him. Angie took a seat. “So, Carl,” she started, “what do you-” Angie blinked. The sun was in her eyes. She was standing outside the front door, her sister looking at her with apprehension in her eyes. “So?” Amanda asked. “What do you think?” Angie hesitated. There was something missing, something that she couldn’t quite remember. It was like driving down an empty highway at night and suddenly realizing you couldn’t remember the last ten miles or so. There was a sort of blank spot in her memory. She smiled, touching her sister’s arm. “I think he’s great,” she said. “He’s perfect for you.” The words bubbled up out of her without thought. They were true, though, she realized. She might be having a strange little memory lapse, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t drawn her conclusions about her sister’s new beau. Carl seemed… well, she thought he was great. He was perfect for Amanda. Amanda hugged her, bouncing with excitement. “Ohhhh, I just knew you’d see it, too! He’s just - well, he’s the greatest guy I’ve ever met.” She released the hug and stepped back, taking hold of both of Angie’s hands. “You’ll come again next week? Same time?” Angie nodded. She didn’t remember agreeing to that, but it sounded lovely. “Can’t wait,” she said. * * * * * “So, let’s hear about the most recent disaster,” Angie’s husband Evan said as he set down plates for dinner. “No, wait - let me guess. Another frat boy financier with mommy issues?” He grinned. Angie frowned a little. It was strange - usually, venting about Amanda’s relationship miscues with Evan was fun. A good way to blow off steam, and appreciate what she had - a kind, intelligent, loyal husband. Tonight, though, Evan’s tone got under her skin. “Nothing like that, actually. I thought he was great.” She speared a tomato from her salad, popping it in her mouth. “He’s perfect for Amanda.” Her words had a weird familiarity to her, but she didn’t worry about it. It was true. “Oh really?” Evan said. “Well, good for her.” Angie looked up. “What do you mean?” Evan blinked. “What? Nothing. I’m glad. I’m just surprised. You know how she is. Her history.” Angie looked at him for a moment, feeling her mood sour. She shook her head and looked back at her plate. “Let’s not talk about it,” she said. Evan looked at her for another long moment, confused, and shrugged. * * * * * Amanda waved from the doorway of her apartment, a week later. Angie smiled and waved back. She’d brought a bottle of wine, and was surprised to find how excited she’d been all week. Looking forward to seeing her sister again. And to see Carl, surprisingly. She hadn’t formed much of an opinion of him, other than that she strongly approved of Amanda’s relationship with him. She was looking forward to getting to know him better. Amanda kissed her cheek as she entered, and Carl was just behind her. He gave Angie a warm, friendly hug, taking the bottle from her, thanking her. They entered the apartment, and Carl set the bottle down. “It’s very nice to see you again, Angie,” he said. “How was your week?” Angie took a seat on the couch. “Oh, it was good,” she said. “I had-” Angie heard the door close behind her. She and Amanda were outside. Again, just like last week - a block of time missing. She looked around, slowly. Amanda was smiling at her. Angie realized she was smiling, too. “So glad you came,” Amanda was saying. “So - you really do like him, right?” Angie nodded. “I can see why you’re so crazy about him,” she said. “I have to say, he’s very sexy!” She laughed a little at herself. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t say that about your boyfriend! God, what would Evan think?” Amanda laughed too. “It’s fine, I understand - he has that effect!” She kissed Angie’s cheek. “Next week, then?” “I can’t wait,” Angie replied. * * * * * That night, in bed. just before Evan slipped off to sleep, Angie slid herself down and took his cock into her mouth. They weren’t a boring, sexless married couple or anything, but a blowjob without warning - or at least a couple too many glasses of wine first? Well, that was out of character for her. Evan was stunned, clearly, but he didn’t come close to complaining. When she got into the rhythm, he laid his hand firmly on the back of her head. Angie pictured Carl’s strong, thick-veined hand there, and shivered. * * * * * Two nights later, Evan was out watching the ballgame at a friend’s house. Angie was feeling aroused, so she broke out her vibe. She didn’t lay back and fantasize about Carl, exactly - he just kept popping into her mind. Anything she’d picture, Carl would float his way in after a few seconds. I can see why Amanda’s so crazy about him, Angie thought as she circled her clit. I have to say, he’s very sexy. She shivered, bit her lip, and came. * * * * * Angie was at Carl and Amanda’s place again. She came in, all smiles, nodding happily at her sister and then turning to look at Carl. God, he looked handsome. Such a strong, lean figure. “Hi, Carl,” she said. “Nice to-” They were outside again, smiling at each other. Angie’s head felt strange. Another one of those gaps. Bigger, this time. She looked at Amanda, who was just smiling beatifically. “Mandy,” she said, “I think something’s going on. I keep… I don’t know, I guess you’d call it losing time. It’s like I just have these… these gaps. It’s freaking me out.” Amanda’s smile didn’t fade. “You know what?” she said. “I had those, too. When I first starting dating Carl. So weird that it’s happening to you, too! Maybe it’s like, a genetic thing. Something we got from mom and dad, you know?” Angie couldn’t recall either of her parents ever having any sort of mental issue. That didn’t sound right. “Well… what did you do about it?” Amanda shrugged. “I mentioned it to Carl. He said I shouldn’t worry about it, see if it went away. And it did! He’s very smart, you know.” Angie felt herself nodding slowly. “Carl knows best,” she said. “I should listen to him.” Amanda smiled brighter, and Angie felt some of the tension drain out of her. Something about saying those words seemed to help her mind slow down a little. It made the fear of the memory gaps seem less urgent, less real. Carl had handled it, things were fine. “So, I’ll see you next week?” Amanda nodded happily. “Can’t wait!” * * * * * Amanda called Angie’s cell phone mid-week. “Hey, sis - when you come over this weekend, can you swing by a few hours early?” Angie was in the grocery store when she got the call. “Yeah, I mean, I guess so - why?” she asked, plucking a box of cereal from the shelf. “Oh, just for some help with cooking and whatnot. I don’t need a lot of assistance or anything, but - well, Carl thought it’d be a good idea.” “Oh,” Angie said. “Well-” Carl knows best. I should listen to him. “-if Carl thinks so, then sure - I don’t mind.” * * * * * Angie knocked on the front door. It opened. Carl was there. “Hi, C-” Angie was standing at the front door, her sister with her. She blinked. The whole visit was a blank this time - no memory at all. But Carl said not to worry about it. So she didn’t. “Thanks for coming so early,” Amanda said. “Sorry to put you to work like that!” “Oh, I don’t mind,” Angie said. She didn’t actually remember any of the cooking they’d done. Or anything else, really. “Well, I know Carl really appreciated it, too.” Angie smiled. “I’m glad I could make Carl happy. I like doing things for him.” Amanda smiled back, a twinkle in her eye. “Me, too.” * * * * * Every night that week, Angie thought about those words. I’m glad to make Carl happy.I like doing things for him. She thought about what sort of things her sister did for him. She thought about herself doing them, as well. Over, and over, and over. * * * * * There was a knock on the door. Carl smiled to himself. Angie was a couple of hours early, again. Good. He glanced back at Amanda, who was happily puttering around in the kitchen. He walked to the door and opened it. Before Angie could even open her mouth, he gestured slightly, blanking her. He could see the awareness drift out of her eyes in an instant. “Come in, Angie,” he said. She walked in, slow and dreamlike. He closed the door behind her. He led her over to the kitchen, and when Amanda turned, he blanked her, as well. He took a moment to admire both girls, standing there, vacant-eyed and passive. A pretty picture, but he had work to do. “Okay, ladies,” he said. “Go get changed.” “Yes Carl,” they said in unison, and then turned and sleepwalked towards Amanda’s closet. He took a moment to get undressed, setting himself down nude in his favorite chair. It took more than a few minutes for the two sisters to return. They didn’t exactly move fast in this state. It was worth the wait, though. They reentered the room wearing the skimpy white lace lingerie he’d picked out for them, tits on full display. He allowed himself a few pleasant seconds of staring, then gestured to the floor in front of him. “Get in position, girls.” Angie and Amanda sank to their knees in front of him, hands on their thighs. They both gazed up at him, eyes full of wonder and adoration. “Angie,” he said, turning to the older sister. She perked up, chest pressing forward a bit, lips parting slightly more. “Would you like to suck my cock today?” Angie blinked twice, expression clouding. “Carl… I’m married. I can’t do something like that.” Her voice was calm, soft, no hint of offense or outrage. “That’s alright,” Carl said. He hadn’t expected anything more. Still, laying the groundwork for the future was important. He glanced at Amanda briefly, then returned his focus to Angie. “Would you like to make out with Amanda while I watch and jerk off?” Angie flushed. Her mouth opened wider, and the tiniest of soft little whimpers snuck out. Her desire to obey, to make him happy, was clear. “I… don’t think so, Carl,” she said, quiet and calm. “I’m… not gay. And she’s my sister. It wouldn’t be… appropriate.” Carl smiled. Much, much better. Big improvement from last time. “That’s just fine, Angie. You can just sit there and watch.” He turned to Amanda. “What about you, Amanda? Would you like to suck my cock?” Amanda, of course, had significantly more training. She didn’t hesitate. “I’m your obedient cock pleaser,” she recited. “I love to make you cum any way you please.” With that, she slid forward, taking Carl’s stiff cock into her mouth. Angie watched, wide-eyed, slack-jawed. “Angie, I’m going to give you new words to memorize,” he said. “I know you love that. Yes?” “Yes Carl,” she intoned, watching her sister bob expertly on his cock. Carl wondered if she knew she was looking into her own future. “Very good,” he said. “As always, you won’t remember any of this. But these words will keep coming up in your mind, again and again. You’ll be sure to say them to Amanda before you go, so she can confirm for me that you’ve memorized them. You understand all that, don’t you, Angie?” “Yes Carl.” “Good. Here are your new words, Angie - ‘Carl is just so sexy. I forget all my inhibitions around him’. Can you remember those?” “Yes Carl,” Angie said, voice a bit thick now. “Carl is just so sexy. I forget all my inhibitions around him.” Carl nodded. Amanda was sucking faster now, really working. He leaned back to focus on that. “You can repeat those for a while, if you want, Angie.” He closed his eyes, listening to his slave-to-be murmuring his words while his slave took him into her throat. * * * * * Angie blinked in the sunlight, shielding her eyes. Amanda was smiling at her. “Hey,” Amanda said, “I wanted to apologize if Carl and I were too, uh, amorous this week. We just feel very comfortable with you around, and… well, it’s no excuse. I just can’t keep my hands off him sometimes, you know?” Angie couldn’t remember, of course, but she could imagine. Carl was a good-looking guy. They were probably making out right in front of her during lunch. “It’s no problem,” she said. “I didn’t mind at all. It’s kind of nice, actually! And honestly… well, Carl is just so sexy. I forget all my inhibitions around him!” Amanda smiled. “Me, too,” she said. “See you next week?” Angie nodded. “Absolutely. I can’t wait.” Amanda grinned. “Me, either. -- source link