“Huh,” Donna mumbled as woke up in her bed. “How did I get here,” Donna wondered as she tried to shake the wooziness from her mind. The last thing I remember was talking with Patrick upstairs. Donna slowly slid her legs to the side of the bed and was surprised by the delicious tingly spreading from her legs as they rubbed against the bed.

“I wasn’t wearing that, was I?” Donna thought, a little surprised to see her legs encased in her stockings and heels on her feet. Donna’s surprise and question got lost in the erotic feelings she was getting from the feel of her stockings rubbing against her bed covers. Almost without thinking, her hands strayed to between her legs. She couldn’t believe how swollen and wet her pussy lips were, but even those thoughts soon fled her as the incredible sensations spread from her wet center. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so aroused. Donna inhaled sharply as her index finger slipped in, she felt her nails lightly graze the sides of her slit.

“Oh goddddd,” she moaned. “There’s something incredible about teasing myself with my sexy fingernails,” she thought. A part of her wondered where that idea had came from, but her mind was unable to hold onto any thoughts as she teased her wet clitoris. She splayed her body out as she continued to tease herself. Donna groaned and realized that her other hand was lightly pinching one of her nipples. She was so close. Her eyes slitted as she enjoyed that delicious state just on the edge of cumming. She always loved this place and never understood why guys were so intent on climaxing so quickly when she could stay on the edge like this forever. She continued teasing herself, providing just enough stimulation to keep her on the edge, marveling at how wet she was.

Donna, squirmed on her bed and felt an electric tingle go through her as she rubbed her nylon encased legs together. Something about her stockings just made her feel so aroused. Suddenly, just staying at the edge wasn’t enough. Her fingers started moving faster and little more forcefully as she felt herself building.

“Godddddddddd,” Donna groaned loudly as she experienced a little explosion of pleasure radiating from her clitoris followed by waves of delight that bounced all over her body. Donna moaned each time one of those delicious waves bounced off her nipples or her clit. After what felt like hours, Donna rolled onto her side feeling so incredibly listless.

“If that’s the kind of need that guys experience, I guess I understand why they’re in such a rush to cum,” Donna thought to herself as she tried to sit up.

She headed to the shower to clean up, thinking as an afterthought that she should go to the mall to do a little more shopping.

Patrick pulled into the garage a few hours after he left, relieved to see that Donna’s car was gone. He saw another note on the refrigerator that said, “Went to the mall. I’ll bring back a pizza from Julio’s for a late lunch.” At the bottom of the note was the same smiley face and D. Patrick looked at his watch and saw that he had a couple of hours before Donna would be home. He decided that he should spend the time that Donna was out looking at the grimoires.

The White Grimoire contained a simple spell for a scrying pool. Patrick guessed that Briana used a similar spell to locate him while he was waking up. All of the things he needed for the spell was in the kitchen. As an afterthought, he brought with him the ingredients for the spell of introspection. He put all the ingredients in a basket and took them downstairs to his bedroom. Patrick set the dish on his dresser and poured in some water and sprinkled the herbs for the scrying pool spell as he recited the incantation. Nothing happened at first, but the he remembered that he needed to try to visualize what he wanted to see. He tried focusing on Briana, but after several tries, Patrick gave up.

He decided to see if he had better success with the spell of introspection. He wrote the incantation on a sheet of paper just the way the grimoire instructed. He then gathered up the herbs and got them ready. He grabbed an old ceramic bowl from one of his shelves, pouring the loose coins onto his bed. He placed the bowl on the desk, lit the paper with the incantation on it with his zippo and dropped it in the bowl. He sprinkled the herb mixture into the fire and closed his eyes as a sweet smoke rose from the bowl to his face.

As instructed, he breathed in the fumes. At first, he thought he was imagining it, but soon he realized that his senses were getting sharper. With his eyes closed, he couldn’t tell if that was any sharper, but his sense of smell, touch, hearing and even taste were more pronounced. He was tempted to open his eyes, but the grimoire made it clear that doing that would end the spell.

As Patrick continued breathing in the fumes, he thought that the shapeless shadows and forms started to coalesce into images that made sense. He saw an image of himself completing the lust potion in his bedroom several nights ago. Once he completed the spell, he could sense a change in his image. He knew that he was more self centered and more selfish. It wasn’t something that he couldn’t resist, but he realized that he was hardly aware of the change. He was probably acting differently because of it without even realizing it.

Patrick shifted his focus a little and began to sense a deeper change in himself. He realized that it was so fundamental a change he wouldn’t be able to resist this change. He strained to look deeper to determine what this change was. Patrick opened his eyes, startled at what he had sensed. Donna was his specific corruption!

Out of the corner of Patrick’s eye, he noticed the dish of water next to the bowl with the burnt out ashes. The herbs on the water’s surface had slid to the edge of the dish and the water took on a mirrored look before taking on a pink glow. The image was of Donna wearing only stockings, heels and a nightie and her long red fingernails teasing her sex. Even though no sound was transmitted through the scrying pool, Patrick had no doubt that Donna was moaning. Patrick’s eyes were transfixed on Donna’s aroused body. His own erection reinforced the idea that she was his specific corruption. Donna’s image would alternate between her two breasts, lightly pinching her nipples while she slid two fingers into her wet hole while her thumb moved up and down her clitoris.

The desire to take Donna and make her his was getting stronger. No matter where his mind wandered, it kept coming back to the warning that he wouldn’t be able to resist his specific corruption even with magical assistance. He realized that some of the things he had done were due only to his specific corruption. Even knowing that, he couldn’t bring himself to change them.

It was apparent that Donna’s image was quickly building to a climax and that Patrick felt his own mirror hers. Patrick thought about how aroused Donna must be from playing with herself while wearing the stockings and high heels she now had a fetish for. He thought about how easy it would be make her need to fuck him. As if Donna’s image were responding to Patrick’s thought about making her need him, she began to orgasm, fingers flying into her pussy while her nipple was being pinched more forcefully. As if on cue, Patrick’s own orgasm paralleled Donna’s, both seeming to last forever with an incredible intensity.

Patrick was tempted to take a nap, but he wanted to put away all the things he had brought to his room before Donna got back. He locked away the grimoires and headed back upstairs hardly paying attention to what he was doing.

As Patrick headed up the stairs, he heard Donna’s car pull into the garage. He headed to the garage to see if she needed help with any packages or the pizza. Donna’s head was in the open door to the back seat bent over the pizza box. Her short blue skirt had ridden up a little showing a hint of her stocking tops. Patrick couldn’t help but enjoy the way her high heel sandals made her legs seem longer and raised her bottom up.

Donna turned her head around at Patrick’s steps and smiled when she saw him looking at her legs and bottom. There was something incredible about a guy admiring her body, even if the guy was only her brother. Donna spun around and placed the pizza box in Patrick’s hands making sure that her breasts jiggled a little causing her nipples to tingle and harden. Donna was glad she decided not to wear a bra when she saw Patrick’s eyes travel to the V neckline of her tight tanktop.

All Patrick could think about was that he couldn’t resist his specific corruption as his eyes lingered at Donna’s sexy top. Almost without thinking, his hands moved toward Donna’s nipple, clearly outlined by the silky material of her top. With a start, Patrick moved his hand back to the pizza box, suddenly realizing what he was about to do.

“He couldn’t have been reaching for my breast,” Donna thought. She wasn’t sure if she was disappointed at that thought or just shocked.

“What kind of pizza did you get?” asked Patrick while turning toward the garage door, trying to distract Donna and himself about what he was about to do.

Donna answered, “The usual. Canadian bacon, mushrooms, olives and tomatoes.

After half of the pizza were inside of the two of them, Patrick noticed the pretty pink package sitting on the table next to Donna.

What’s in the package?” Patrick asked.

“Oh, I wanted to get more stockings. I never realized when I used to watch Mom get dressed, that all these clothes need to have stockings or panty hose to look right. I had some panty hose, but I was thinking that in the San Diego heat and humidity it might be more comfortable to wear stockings.” Donna felt a little bad about the white lie she had just told Patrick, but it was far better than admitting how excited it made her to wear stockings. She woke up wearing her nightie and stockings and couldn’t believe how sexy they felt. She couldn’t resist touching herself before peeling them off to take a shower.

“Plus, guys tend to think they’re sexy,” Donna said as drawing her fingernail down his chest.

Donna pulled her finger back, wondering why she was flirting with her brother. Patrick smiled to himself. Not only did he like her flirting with him, he knew the real reason Donna got more stockings. He felt his cock stirring at the thought of how aroused Donna must be wearing her stockings and heels. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial of the blue potion. Patrick’s hard cock made it much easier to use it on Donna again, but mostly it was what the grimoire said about his specific corruption. Knowing that he couldn’t resist it was almost like permission to stop trying to resist.

Soon, Donna was sitting in the chair, the initial disorientated from the potion a thing of the recent past. Patrick was ready with his now standard initial command that Donna talk quietly, not hurt him and not try to escape.

“God damn you! How could you do this to me?” Donna said forcefully, but without a lot of volume. Don’t do this anymore, please. You need to stop or I’ll never be the same again,” cried Donna.

Patrick reached over and started stroking Donna’s stocking clad thigh sending tingles through Donna. “It may be already too late,” Patrick teased, “I notice that you’ve started wearing your nails long and painted. They’re very sexy. I wish I had thought of conditioning you to wear them, but I guess you decided to wear them yourself.”

Donna realized that her nails were impossibly long. How would she be able to type with them? What was she thinking? Donna said with a little fear in her voice, “It must have been you conditioning me to want to be soft and feminine.” Donna was afraid that her mind was filling in things that would change her more and more. Her modified personality was building on itself without Patrick’s intervention. How else might she change herself? “Please, Patrick, you have to reverse it. We don’t know how else I might be changed or what else I might do.”

Patrick ignored her pleading, hiding his happiness that she remembered nothing from her unconscious conditioning to wear her nails long. Instead, he ordered her to remove her panties.

“Please, not again,” Donna begged as she slowly slid her red lace panties down her long, sexy legs.

“Tell me the truth, Donna, how does it feel to wear stockings and heels?” asked Patrick as he caught a glimpse of the stocking tops as Donna lifted her dress up to access her panties.

“You know how the fuck I feel!” replied Donna with fire in her eyes. “I’ve been walking around all day aroused just because I was wearing them even though I had the most intense orgasm when I touched myself this morning.”

Patrick chuckled, “I’m glad to see you’re enjoying your new outfits, then.”

Donna’s anger spiked at his teasing of the pleasure she got from wearing these silly outfits. She was furious with what Patrick had done to her. She knew that she had to hold onto her anger or she would be swayed by her conditioning. “You have a hard on from looking at your own sister! I can’t believe you get off from seeing me like this.”

Angry, Patrick responded, “Are you telling me that you’re not getting aroused by your own brother doing this?” as he caressed her thigh through her sexy stockings, lingering just above her stocking top.

“Ohhhhhh my,” gasped Donna as she closed her eyes momentarily in response to the delicious tingling that shot from her leg to her pussy. The caress she felt through her stockings were magnified by her new fetish.

Patrick moved his point of attack to Donna’s hard nipples through her blue tanktop.

“You’re getting wet from having your little brother play with your nipples, aren’t you?”

Donna, couldn’t help but nod in embarrassment as Patrick said, “Now, you know what to do. Place your finger on your slit and slide it up and down as you say, ‘I’m easily aroused, especially when you touch me, when you’re near or when I’m thinking about you. You’re sexy. I’m so attracted to you. Being around you makes me feel soft, feminine and sexy.”

“No! You promised you wouldn’t.” Despite her objections, Donna’s finger started to slide between her legs as she said, “I’m m mmm easily aroused...Please stop this, it’s wrong! Especially when you touch me or when you’re near or when I’m thinking about you. Ohhh god!” Donna moaned as her body shuddered from the effect that just one finger was having on her. “You’re sexy. I’m so attracted to you. Being around you makes me feel soft, feminine and sexy.”

“God! You’re such a pervert! How could you do this to your own sister?”

“Say it again, Donna, but this time imagine me playing with your nipples making you very horny. You can do that while we walk down the stairs.”

Donna moaned as the image of Patrick playing with her nipples invaded her mind as she headed down the stairs. She had one hand between her legs and the other cupping one of her breasts and Patrick’s hand lightly pinching the other. During her trip down the stairs, she had completed two repetitions of her conditioning phrase, the second one while she longed to touch herself, but was unable to do so. Try as she might, she couldn’t stop imagining Patrick playing with her nipples and making her very horny.

Once properly arranged on her bed with her legs spread apart, Patrick said, “I can see that you're getting wetter down there. You must be really aroused. Maybe this will help,” as he pulled out Donna’s vibrator from it's hiding place under her mattress.

Donna blushed as she said, “How did you know?! Put it back. You have no right.”

Patrick smiled as he taunted Donna. “A few years ago, I did a little exploring and guessed that you wouldn’t have left it at the dorm for three months. Now put this in your mouth and get it wet, sis.”

“Oooh god. Ohh,” moaned Donna as Patrick slipped the toy between her lips.

“That's a good girl.”

“Why?” asked Donna as Patrick slowly pulled it from her mouth and turned it on to the lowest setting.

Ignoring her question, Patrick instructed Donna to say her conditioning phrase again while she imagined the two of them petting with Donna becoming uncontrollably aroused.

Donna gulped and repeated, “I’m easily...oh my!” Even though Donna should have known it was coming, she was surprised by the feeling of her vibrator sliding into her wet pussy. As Donna continued repeating her conditioning phrase, Patrick filled her with her vibrator, “I’m easily aroused, especially when you touch...mmmm...me or when you’re near...goddddd...or when I’m thinking about you. Please, Patrick. This is wrong. Ohhhhhhhh. You’re sexy. Ohhhhhh. I’m so attracted to you. Please. Being around you makes me feel soft, feminine and sexy.”

Donna knew from past experience that eventually she would succumb to Patrick’s conditioning. Still, she was determined to resist as much as possible, but the incredible feeling of her vibrator made it that much more difficult to resist.

“You're doing so well, sis. I can tell you like the feeling of being fucked by your vibrator,” said Patrick with an evil grin.

“Oh please, please stop this. This is sick. Please.”

“You must be close to cumming, Donna,” Patrick taunted. “Say it again.”

Donna took a long deep breath, shook her head no and said, “Oh noooo, please no more. I can’t take it any more!”

“Your mind says no, but your body says yes. No touching this time.”

Donna noticed that Patrick was withholding her vibrator from her, but she couldn’t stop repeating her conditioning phrase, “I’m easily aroused...Ohhhhh, I feel so empty now. Especially when you touch me...but I won’t beg for it...or when you’re near or when I’m thinking about you. Ohhh goddddddd, how can you do this?” Donna moaned as her body yearned for the return of the vibrator. “You’re sexy. I’m so attracted to you. Being around you makes me feel soft, feminine and sexy.”

Donna felt the vibrator fill her and her hand nudged back to between her legs. The tingling from the vibrator making everything that much more delicious as she said, “I’m mmmm easily aroused, especially when you touch me or when you’re near or when I’m thinking about you. Ohhhhhhhhh! You’re sexy. I’m so, so, so attracted to you. Being around you makes me feel soft, feminine and sexy.”

Donna knew what she was supposed to do, so she started again even though Patrick hadn’t commanded her to do it yet. She imagined Patrick sucking on her nipple as she pinched it. At the same time her finger on her slit bumped the vibrator sending a heavenly quiver to her clit. Donna’s voice became ragged from the arousal she was feeling as she once again repeated her conditioning phrase amidst her pleas to be released.

Donna’s mind raced to think of something she could do to save her from this humiliation. Even if there were a way out, her body was betraying her, making it nearly impossible to think because of the exquisite feelings flowing over her from her masturbation and Patrick’s skillful use of her vibrator.

“Please, stop. You’ve proven you can do this. I’m sorry I teased you about being aroused. I won’t do it again.” This time the image of Patrick kissing her and teasing her swollen pussy flashed in her mind. It’s wasn’t difficult to imagine being aroused by this as she continued to respond so incredibly to Patrick’s manipulation of her body. Despite herself, Donna continued to let her finger rest on the side of the vibrator so the contact would transform her finger into a little vibrator.

“I’m easily aroused, especially when...ohhhhhhh! you touch me or when you’re near...mmmmmmmm...or when I’m thinking about you. Please! You’re sexy. Please! I’m so attracted to you. Ohhhh god, ohhhh god. Being around you makes me feel soft, feminine and sexy.”

“Please stop. Pleassssss,” begged Donna.

“We’ve been through this before, sis. You say you want to stop, but we both know you need to cum. Again!”

“I’m easily aroused mmmmmmm...especially when you touch me...Oh godd...Yes! Please touch me like that,” Donna cried as Patrick added the pinching of Donna’s other nipple to his vibrator work and Donna’s own masturbation. “...or when you’re near or...Oh, Patrick...when I’m thinking about you. You’re sexy. God, so sexy! I’m so attracted to you. Mmmmmm. Being around you makes me feel soft, feminine and sexy.”

“Are you ready to cum?” asked Patrick while letting the vibrator just touch her labia as it transmitted the tingles indirectly to her clit.

“God, yes, please!” Donna moaned. Despite her attempt at resistance, Donna’s body had succumbed to the need planted by the potion and Patrick’s skillful manipulation of her desires. Even though she felt that she was on the verge of being conditioned and knew that her orgasm would push her over the edge, she needed to cum more than she wanted to resist the programming.

“Good, you know what to do. This time imagine yourself becoming incredibly aroused from just looking at me because I’m so sexy. You may cum for me, Donna.”

Donna couldn’t believe the sensation of Patrick’s words triggering wave after wave of orgasms all the while imaging herself becoming horny and aroused just by being near him. Her orgasms seemed to reverberate inside her, making her body tingle erotically all over. If her mind were capable of thinking, she would have been surprised at all the new places on her body that was now an erogenous zone. Her mind was oblivious to everything except for the pleasure that she felt and needed. She shook her head, the words tumbling out, “Easy...aroused...touch me...sexy...attracted...brother...soft... feminine....sexy brother...easily aroused...easy...brother arouses...soft...feminine...cute sexy attractive brother.”

Patrick decided that he couldn’t wait any longer. He dropped his pants and climbed between Donna’s sexy legs.

“No, you promised,” Donna cried even though a part of her longed for him to penetrate her. Donna knew that that part of her was not really her, but it didn’t seem to matter. It felt as real as any other feeling she had. Still she knew that she had to get him to stop.

The look on Patrick’s face suggested that he might relent, so Donna begged again, “We shouldn’t, please.” Despite her pleas, Patrick’s proximity, the effects of the potion and his cock caressing her pussy lips caused her involuntarily to moan. The pleasure was just too much for her weakened body and mind. She was just so easily aroused now.

Patrick’s guilt at taking his stepsister, got lost in the incredible feelings he experienced as his hard cock twitched against her wet slit. What little resolve he had left was pushed aside with his thought, “I can’t resist it anyways, so why not enjoy it.”

“I changed my mind. You’re just too sexy to resist, sis. Are you telling me you don’t want my cock in you? You sure were flirting with me a lot just a little while ago.”

“You made me! You and your damn potion,” hissed Donna. “I don’t want you to do this. Please let me go!”

“Well, I want you to enjoy this experience, so repeat after me, ‘Patrick’s cock is so incredibly sexy. It’s pure sexual pleasure. When it’s in me, I can’t help but cum. I was meant to have it in me. When I cum for you, it’s so intense.’ While you’re saying that, imagine how my cock turns you on. You’re helpless to resist it. Picture my cock sliding into your pussy,” Patrick said as he teased Donna’s lower lips with his hard cock.

“Mmmmmmm please not that. Patrick’s cock is so incredibly sexy. Ohhhhhhh goddddd,” cried Donna as Patrick finally slid his hard member into her wet softness. “It’s pure sexual pleasure. Godddddd. Please. When it’s in me, I can’t help but cum. I was meant to have it in me. You can’t do this. Please! When I cum for you...ohhhhhhhhhhh...it’s so intense...ohhhhhh goddddd!” Despite Donna’s protests, she could already feel the conditioning start to take effect. The picture of her pussy swallowing his hard cock pummeled her mind the same way that his cock did to her womanhood.

Patrick ignored her pleas and instead continued filling her while he ordered her to continue repeating her conditioning phrase, varying the image as it suited him. Donna lost track of the times she had echoed her conditioning phrase, she just knew that it was working despite her efforts at resisting. It was becoming so much easier to be conditioned, although it was never that difficult to begin with. Soon, Donna was babbling parts of her conditioning phrase, already cumming from the sensation of his delicious cock in her. She couldn’t help it.

Patrick...cock...incredibly sexy...pure sexual pleasure...can’t help...cum. Meant...fucked...intense...godddddddd! Donna’s sexy moans, babbling and silky wetness got to Patrick. He felt his seed welling at the base of his cock and start to spurt into Donna’s center.

“Cum for me, Donna! Now! As you tell me what you think of me.”

“Yessssssssss!” Donna cried, shuddering, “Brother...attractive...like...sexy, cute...brother...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssss...pure pleasure...Yessssssssss!”

Patrick moaned loudly before covering Donna’s mouth with his and slid his tongue into hers. Donna’s eyes widened at the feel of Patrick’s tongue in her mouth as her mind whirled, her body still cumming hard, orgasm following orgasms as she milked as much as she could from his deflating cock before unconsciousness took her.

Patrick decided to take advantage of Donna’s unconscious state even though he couldn’t possibly get hard again. Patrick wanted to start changing her basic personality. The fact that she wouldn’t remember conditioning even when under the effects of the potion made the idea even more appealing.

After positioning the vibrator so that it teased Donna’s wet lips, he started whispering. Using the vibrator and occasional sucks of her nipple, Patrick manipulated some of Donna’s thoughts and feelings.

“Imagine yourself on a romantic date with me. We’re going to dinner followed by dancing. You feel giddy and happy to be on a date with me. You’re starting to develop romantic feelings about me. You feel so happy and sexy to be on this date with me. You enjoy me treating you like a lady, that it feels so natural for you to let me take the lead. You love pretending that it’s something more than just going out with your brother. It’s so natural for you to feel this way. Imagine that after the date, we come home and start petting. It’s so easy to get caught up in the romantic feelings you have for me and the arousal you feel for me....”

Soon, Patrick was cleaning Donna up and carrying her down to the sofa. He realized that he should have done this downstairs so he wouldn’t have to carry her back down. He didn’t know if she would notice awakening downstairs when the last thing she should remember is before he showed her the potion upstairs, but he didn’t want to take the chance.

While Donna was napping, Patrick cleaned-up and went to his bedroom. He pulled out a packet of herbs he kept from earlier in the day and sprinkled them on the dish of water repeating the scrying pool incantation again. He noticed when the spell worked earlier with the image of Donna, he felt a connection with a mystical energy that he hadn’t felt when he used the spell the first time. Patrick searched for that mystical energy, found it, and began focusing on Briana. This time, the herbs shifted to the edge of the plate and an image came into focus showing Briana reading from her own grimoire. He could sense that her grimoire was not nearly as powerful as his.

As Patrick focused on Briana, he was startled to realize that the mystical energy he tapped into was Briana’s. No, not Briana’s but her coven’s! Why would he tap into a mystical energy almost 1,000 miles away? Just then, Patrick realized that he knew that Briana was living in San Diego. He could tell that Briana had given up worrying about him or the black magic she thought she had felt. He could also tell that neither Briana nor the other members of the coven could tell that he was tapping into their energy.

Patrick passed his hand over the image and it faded away as the herbs drifted back into the center of the dish. It was as if the image pushed the detritus to the edge of the dish and when the image was gone, the herbs migrated back to their natural positions on the water. Patrick left the dish on his desk and pulled the White Grimoire from its hiding place. As he opened the book, he realized that he could read even more of it. As he started skimming the newly comprehensible portions of the grimoire, he discovered a powerful ward spell that he thought might protect him from the corruption of black magic. It wasn’t possible to remove his specific corruption once in place, but he wondered whether it could protect him from future corruptions.

“Probably doesn’t matter. The Black Grimoire is so destroyed, I can’t do any other spells,” he thought to himself. Then he remembered the spell of restoration. As he contemplated all this, he was surprised to learn that he shouldn’t have been able to perform any of the spells in the White Grimoire. White Magic could only be performed by a witch that was part of a coven, just like Black Magic could only be performed by a warlock. Patrick thought it was unfair that guys could only practice magic that corrupted them. But how could he have performed the spells in the White Grimoire? He decided that he would gather up the ingredients for the spell of restoration to see if the Black Grimoire had any more answers to his questions.

Just then, Patrick came into the family room, sat on the sofa with Donna and asked her with a smile, “Do you normally takes naps at USD, sleepyhead?”

Donna took the taunt in the playful manner it was meant. Without realizing it, she scooted a little closer to him and touched his arm and leg while responding, “Hey, I didn’t sleep in until almost noon like you did.”

“It was 8:30 and you looked cute lying there, so I don’t know why I’m complaining.”

Despite herself, she felt a tingling and a warmth from Patrick’s comment. She swivelled to face him more and smiled her special smile, “I’m famished. I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner with me?”

“What did you have in mind, sis?”

“It’s up to you, but I was thinking of the Chinese restaurant on Lake Blvd.”

“That sounds great! I’ll take a shower in the upstairs bathroom so you can have the one downstairs.”

Half an hour later, Patrick was ready to go to the restaurant, but realized that Donna was still not ready. Another half hour later, he asked Donna as she came up the stairs, “How can you take so long when you were already showered and dressed?”

“It’s so unfair. Guys can take such quick showers and get ready so fast,” Donna grumbled playfully. “Actually, I also took a shower. I felt a little sticky.”

Patrick kept a straight face at Donna’s comment. When he looked up he noticed that Donna had put on more make-up and changed into a pink V-neck blouse with laces strung in the “V”, a matching pleated skirt that went to mid-thigh and her high heel sandals. The laces in her blouse did little to hide her sexy cleavage. The stockings she wore had just a hint of pink to them. Her normal red lipstick and nail polish was changed to a hot pink shade that matched her outfit. Donna felt her nipples harden as she watched Patrick’s gaze linger on her legs and breasts.

“Donna, get a grip on yourself. It’s only your brother. Your little brother. It’s nice to be appreciated, but you know it can’t go anywhere,” Donna thought to herself. Still, she couldn’t help but smile at the attention and admire the sexy way Patrick looked. “Judging by the way you looked at me, I guess I was worth the wait,” Donna said out loud, unable to resist flirting a little with Patrick.

Patrick smiled and teased, “Definitely. If you weren’t my sister, you’d be at serious risk of being taken to Walter’s Creek Road.” Donna unconsciously licked her lips at the thought of the local make-out spot as a tingle moved from her nipples to her loins.

“Since you’re so dressed up, what do you say about going to Chapman’s instead of the Chinese restaurant?” asked Patrick. “This early in the evening, we won’t have any trouble getting a table.”

“Sure, you know I like their steaks,” she replied. A part of her thought that even if she could never act on these feelings, she could pretend she was on a date to the romantic restaurant with Patrick.

“After all,” she thought to herself, “Patrick was quite a catch. He was sexy and nice, a killer combination.”

“Let me get a tie and a jacket and then we’ll be all set,” said Patrick as he ran to the stairs.

“Now who’s taking so long to get ready,” she teased. He looked back at her in mock frustration, his smile giving away how much he enjoyed the joke.

During the short drive to Chapman’s, Patrick asked Donna about USD while stealing occasional glances at her legs. When Patrick pulled up to the restaurant, he got out and opened the car door for Donna. She was tickled in more than one way at how gentlemanly he was behaving. His eyes lingered on her legs as she swung them out, before holding out his hand so she could climb out of the low seat of the sports car. She didn’t say anything to tease her brother about the way he had been eyeing her legs. She enjoyed it too much to do anything that might stop it.

Once inside, Raoul, the maitre d’ recognized Patrick from all times he had been there with Mom and Dad. “Mr. White, it’s so nice to see you again.”

“Thank you, Raoul. We don’t have a reservation. I hope that won’t be a problem,” Patrick said as he peered into the restaurant’s main room.

“Not at all. It’s a Sunday and it’s early. We can accommodate you and your lovely date, although your father’s special table is not available.”

Donna was surprised at first that Raoul didn’t recognize her. Even though it had been over a year since she had last been to Chapman’s, she had been here a number of times with their parents. She then realized that Raoul had never seen her in a skirt or anything vaguely resembling the outfit she wore. The make-up and nails just further disguised her identify. She was tempted to let Raoul think she was Patrick’s “lovely date,” just because it felt so nice to pretend, but finally decided to come clean. “Raoul, don’t you recognize me?” she asked putting her hand on Raoul’s arm.

“Ms. Taylor? I’m so sorry, I didn’t recognize you.” apologized Raoul.

“You know I prefer you to call me Donna, Raoul. Yes, it’s me. What do you think?” as Donna twirled slowly and then posed in a way to show off her outfit and her body.

“You are as lovely as your mother, Ms. Donna. I hope you do not take offense if I say that your new wardrobe becomes you.”

“Thank you, Raoul,” Donna replied, ignoring Raoul’s use of Ms. Donna knowing that she couldn’t hope to change his ideas of the proper way to address customers. The wave of arousal she received from his complements and appreciation of her body more than made up for it. Raoul held out a chair in front of the second best table in the restaurant to permit Donna to sit down while Patrick seated himself across the candle lit table from her. After Raoul flipped the napkin open and placed it on Donna’s lap, he said that Steve would be their waiter for the evening.

Patrick and Donna had a wonderful dinner, putting the meal on their father’s account. Even though she knew it was wrong, Donna spent much of the evening flirting with Patrick. She liked him and it felt so natural. Nothing major, just touching his arms occasionally, being attentive to his needs and an occasional brush of his legs with her foot. They talked about San Diego and how she and her room mate, Paige, were not going to stay at the Founders Hall dorm another semester. He talked about his academic awards and the track team. The dinner was over too soon and they headed out to the car after saying their goodbyes to Raoul.

“It’s still way early, sis. Do you want to head over to the New Wave?”

“What’s that? Is that someplace new?” she asked.

“That’s right. It opened up about a year and a half ago. I guess you’ve never been there. It’s a dance club that doesn’t serve alcoholic drinks so we can go and hang out. It’s in Prairie about fifteen minutes from here. It’s either that or Walter’s Creek Road,” Patrick teased.

Donna was tempted by both options, but knew that she couldn’t admit it. “Since Walter’s Creek Road is out, we can go to the New Wave if you want to.”

Once at the New Wave, Patrick picked out a small table around the back that was hidden from most of the club. Normally, that table would be taken, but it would be a couple of hours before the club got really busy. Patrick ordered some drinks and they sat and continued their conversation about San Diego. Since Patrick seemed to like looking at her, Donna would cross her legs and let her dress flip up occasionally, or bend just right so he could admire her cleavage. It was much easier doing this while sitting on the high stools at the New Wave than it was at the low, table cloth covered tables at Chapman’s. She knew she shouldn’t be acting this way, but she just couldn’t help herself. She rationalized it all by thinking that she was just playing. Nothing would come of it even though Patrick was so sexy. Of course, it didn’t help that she was a walking bundle of aroused nerve endings. She felt so sexy! The arousal seemed to make it harder for her to resist flirting an d giving Patrick a show.

Patrick was telling her about how Ms. Walker, the math teacher had tripped on stage at his graduation ceremony. Laughing, Donna recrossed her legs and reached out touched his arm. She couldn’t remember feeling so alive before and the way she was flirting with him just seemed to make it that much better.

Patrick took his other hand and put it on hers, smiled and said, “Care to dance, sis?”

Donna’s body came even more alive at the thought of being held in Patrick’s arms and dancing with him.

“What’s wrong with me,” wondered Donna, “I’m acting like a schoolgirl on a date. It’s just Patrick.” Donna was about to beg off, explaining that she didn’t feel like dancing to a slow song when Patrick started lightly stroking Donna’s wrist and forearm.

Donna couldn’t help but think, “Mmmmm, that feels so nice.” Her nipples hardened at Patrick’s caress. Donna noticed Patrick’s eyes being drawn down to the sides of her laces. Tingles seemed to follow wherever on her body his eyes lighted. She noticed him shift in his seat a little apparently as a result of seeing her nipples harden. Her eyes were drawn to his pants and what she imagined was a bulge. Her earlier hesitation seemed to melt away with the arousal that flowed over her body at the thought and imagined sight of Patrick’s cock.

Donna got to her feet as Patrick pulled her up and gathered her into his arms. She sighed as she felt tingles run up and down her body, starting where Patrick’s body touched her. She let herself be guided to the dance floor. The tingling she was experiencing was making it so easy for her to let him lead her where he wished.

She let herself be pulled into Patrick’s arms, as she kept her hands on his chest. She remembered Paige telling her how much guys liked feeling her petite body wrapped up in their arms and naturally let herself be held that way. Donna couldn’t believe how sexy it felt being in his arms. She now understood what Nikki saw in her little brother. Every time they turned, she felt her breasts rub against her blouse and his chest as tingles shot from her nipples to her clitoris.

She just couldn’t believe how excited she was. She couldn’t remember ever being so easily aroused. It was as if each of her erogenous zones, and a few other places she never used to consider sexy, were super-sensitive. Each little touch created delectable tingles that seemed to reverberate through her making her wetter and wetter. She could feel Patrick’s warm breath caressing her left ear, creating an electric connection between her left ear and left breast. Her left nipple, already tingling would nearly overload and cause her pussy to spasm when it rubbed against her blouse as they danced. Each spasm made her pussy feel so empty.

She thought, “I wonder what his cock would feel like inside me?” So fixated on the wonderful feelings and her fantasy, this thought only reached her consciousness several seconds later. When it finally did, she was appalled.

“What is wrong with me?” she wondered. “I’m turning into a pervert wanting my younger brother,” she said to herself. Donna tried to step back from Patrick to give herself a chance to regain some semblance of control. But each move she made just seemed to cause her nipples to be stimulated some more. One of his legs slipped between hers for only an instant, but long enough for his thigh to rub against her pelvis. She could just barely resist riding his thigh in an attempt to reach an orgasm.

Patrick thought about trying to make Donna cum, but decided that it would just draw too much attention to them. Instead, he just continued to tease her until the song ended and he helped her back toward the table.

Patrick whispered in her ear, “Let’s go home,” and changed direction and headed for the exit. Donna liked letting Patrick take the lead, so she just let herself be wrapped in his arms and guided to his car. She was tickled that he opened the car door for her, just like a real date. That and the “accidental” nudge of her breasts as he helped her into the passenger seat caused Donna to sigh out loud.

Patrick asked, “Are you okay, Donna?”

“Yes, I think so,” Donna responded. “It was too warm in there,” she lied, “I’m glad you decided to leave.”

After the short ride home, Donna felt a little more in control. She decided that she would go straight to bed to avoid anything else happening. Her plans quickly hit a snag when she felt her legs tingle at the sight of Patrick admiring her stocking tops as her skirt rode up a little as she swung her legs out of his car. There was just something so sexy knowing that Patrick knew that she was wearing stockings.

He held out his hand and helped her get up from the low seat. Donna stumbled a little and fell into his arms. He took his time making sure that she was steady on her feet, taking the opportunity to press his body against hers. Despite herself, Donna’s nipples started tingling and her pussy started to moisten again.

“How can I let myself get so excited?” she wondered. Before she had a chance to follow-up on those thoughts, Patrick slipped his arm around her, leading her toward the house. The feeling of his arms around her felt so romantic, as she daydreamed of being on a date with her sexy brother. Before she even realized it, he had led her to the living room couch and sat next to her. She noticed him looking at her legs and it sent a wonderful tingle through her. She shifted a little so that the dress hem rode up a little so he could see a little more of her legs as she lightly caressed his arm before placing her hands in her lap.

A part of Donna felt that her brother was sitting too close to her, but those thoughts just got lost in the warmth she felt being next to someone so sexy. He slid an arm around Donna’s waist and pulled her closer to him. Little pleasurable waves moved through her as she felt his arm around her. She knew that this couldn’t go any further, but the feeling of being in his arms just made her feel so content. The whole evening was so romantic and sexy that she wanted to pretend a little more. With considerable effort, Donna pushed the thought out of her mind and moved away from her brother.

“Do a lot of your friends go to the New Wave,” she asked trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, but hardly anyone was there on a Sunday night. If it was busier, we could have stayed and danced some more.” he said, slipping a little closer to his sister. She didn’t even realize that Patrick was lightly caressing her stocking tops until she heard herself moan. Patrick took advantage of Donna’s open mouth by kissing her.

There was nothing more that Donna wanted than to let him continue to seduce her, but she knew she had to find the strength before she wouldn’t be able to stop. Drawing up all the will power she had, she put her hands on his chest and reluctantly pushed him gently away. She had intended to tell him that they had to stop, but she was distracted by how nice it felt to have her hands on his sexy chest. She could feel him pressing his body against her hands and she was sorely tempted to let him push himself against her body.

“Patrick, I know it’s my fault. I was so caught up in flirting with you. I should have stopped this sooner, but we can’t do this any more. I wish it were different, but it’s not.”

Patrick left his weight on Donna’s arms and looked into her eyes and said, “I can’t stop. You’re just too beautiful and sexy, Donna.”

Patrick could still easily reach her thighs and caressed her with one hand while nuzzling her ear with his lips and tongue. Sparks seemed to bounce between her ears, nipples and between her legs. It was so easy to just let Patrick take the lead. When he moved his other hand to play with one of her hard nipples, Donna was assaulted by the incredible feelings that she was conditioned to feel.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned loudly. The electric sensations caused her arms to lose all strength Patrick’s body pressed against hers, pinning his left hand to her breast. Her body responded wherever his body touched hers. She started to explain how they shouldn’t, but the words caught in her throat when he lightly pinched her right nipple.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Donna moaned.

Patrick slipped his tongue into her mouth as his other hand strayed higher up her legs. She kissed him back before she realized what she was doing. The pleasure was so hard to resist. It was as if her best intentions melted when Patrick touched her. Donna felt her legs being parted by Patrick’s knees. She started to push herself up off the couch, when she felt his tongue probing her ear.

Donna moaned again, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He continued to attack her ear with his tongue, not knowing that in Donna’s mind his cock was already mirroring the action in another part of her body. Her thighs relaxed, allowing Patrick to easily part them, at least as much as was possible with her tight skirt. His legs rubbing against hers reminded her that she was wearing stockings, causing her to moan once again.

His right hand continued it’s trek up her legs and before she knew it, she felt him measuring the wetness of her panties with his finger. Her body pressed up against his hand, her panties getting wetter and wetter with her arousal. Donna kissed him back luxuriating in the sensations Patrick was giving her. She could not remember ever being this excited or horny before.

When Patrick’s hands moved from her nipple and her crotch to remove her panties, she felt an emptiness and a yearning she needed to fill. She lifted her hips without thinking about it and her panties were around her ankles. She considered whether she could take the next step but Patrick’s hands were back teasing her naked pussy. His fingers sliding on the slick clit caused her to see stars. She was no longer thinking, just responding. She reached up and fumbled with Patrick’s belt and pants and was rewarded with his hard cock that she fondled for a moment. She felt him enter her and she started cumming, feeling like everything was just the way it was meant to be.