Hank had little trouble finding Brittany's home. It was a modest house, obviously old but comfortable. Hank walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. He waited a moment until it opened and he saw Brittany standing there. She had changed to a more conservative outfit, a nice skirt and sweater and looked surprised to see Hank. "Hi. Can I help you?"

"I think so," Hank said, smiling. "I found something by the high school. Probably dropped by a cheery cheerleader." He waited for the keyword to take effect but Brittany simply stood there, smiling in slight confusion. Hank managed to hide the panic that suddenly welled in him. What the hell? He had never known his keywords to not work before. He knew this sometimes happened the first few inductions, but he had been doing this for years without any problems. Thinking fast, Hank put his hand into his pocket and pulled out the shiny medallion. "This is what is was."

"Nice," Brittany said, raising her eyebrows. "Doesn't look familiar, though."

"Are you sure?" Hank said, calming himself as he slid back into his induction tones. "Maybe you should look at it. Look at it very carefully, watch how it shines as it spins. Watch as it spins, around and around, around and around, the light bouncing off it, making it shine. It spins and shines, spins and shines, it's so wonderful to watch as it spins and shines, spins and shines, watch it, watch it closely, watch it carefully. You cannot help but to watch it, it's so shiny as it spins, around and around, around and around, it's so wonderful to watch."

Hank could see Brittany's eyes fixed to the medallion, her face relaxing. Given how easily she went under before, the simple sight of the medallion should have sent her back into a trance but she still seemed somewhat alert. Hank pushed on, hoping to get to the bottom of this soon. "Look at the medallion, watch it spin and shine, spin and shine, the light reflecting off it as it spins around and around, around and around, it's so wonderful to watch, so relaxing, to watch it spin, around and around, around and around, the light striking your eyes, striking your eyes, again and again with each spin, the light striking your eyes, the relaxing light striking your eyes, relaxing you, relaxing you. Each spin relaxes you, each time the light hits your eyes, it relaxes you, deeper and deeper, relaxing further and further, sleepy, you're beginning to feel so sleepy. Each time the medallion spins, around and around, the light flashing into your eyes again and again, you're feeling sleepy, so sleepy, so very sleepy, you want to close your eyes and sleep. Sleep, deep, deep sleep, sleep."

Hank lowered the medallion as he watched Brittany fall into his power again. Now maybe he could figure this out. "Can you hear me, Brittany?"

"Yes..." She whispered, although a slight frown seemed to be coming to her face.

"Will you let me in, Brittany?"

"No...." Brittany said, shaking her head.

"No?" Hank was surprised again.

"No...not....Brittany..."

"What?" Hank said in confusion. He was about to ask her to explain when the door suddenly widened.

"Hey, sis, what's up?" Hank could only stare as a girl exactly identical to Brittany came up. She was wearing a cheerleader's outfit and was staring at Hank in puzzlement, apparently oblivious to her doppelganger's state. "Hi, who are you?"

Hank shut his jaw and managed to compose himself. On a sudden urge he spoke. "Cheery cheerleader." Instantly, the girl's eyes shut and her head slumped forward, joining the other blonde in hypnotic sleep. Hank looked at one, then the other. "Twins," he whispered, a smile growing on his face. This was better than he could have ever dreamed. "Brittany?"

"Yes?" the one in the cheerleader outfit spoke.

"Who is this with you?"

"My sister...Cynthia...."

"You can hear me, can't you, Cynthia?"

"Yes...."

"Good, good. Let me in, please."

Once inside, Hank led the two into the family room. He sat on a couch and looked at them standing before him, both lost in a trance. He couldn't believe this. The idea of having two identical beauties under his power made his cock hard. He couldn't wait to get started on them. "Listen to me, girls, listen to my voice. You are both asleep. As long as you are asleep, you will do whatever I say. You will want to do whatever I say. Doing what I say makes you feel very good, very good. Now, I want you to tell me about yourselves."

After fifteen minutes, Hank had a good idea of what to do. Apparently, Brittany was the more outgoing of the two, having had sex several times with various partners. Cynthia was still a virgin, a little more tight-laced then her sister but Hank could see she was definitely curious about what sex was like. Hopefully he could satisfy that, he thought as he let the last of his clothing fall to the ground. "Girls, listen to me very carefully. Open your eyes, but remain deeply, deeply asleep." He watched as the two hypnotized twins obeyed, their eyes staring above him. "Now, turn and face one another." As they did, Hank shuffled himself on the chair, preparing for what was to come. "Now, girls, listen to me very carefully. You are looking at a mirror, at yourself. A mirror does whatever the person does. Which means that any commands I give to one of you, the other will mirror as best she can. Now, Brittany, undress."

Hank could tell Cynthia was a bit more resistant to such a command, but Brittany wasn't. He could tell the mirror idea was working as Brittany began to mimic her sister's movements, pulling off her sweater and skirt as Brittany did. The perfect flow of their undressing made Hank harder and he couldn't wait to get off. He watched as their bras unsnapped, their breasts bouncing perfectly. They bent down to let their panties drop, their faces incredibly close, their blonde hair merging. Hank could see a rose tattoo on Brittany's ass, which gave him a good idea of who was who. He shifted again as the two stood up, still facing each other.

"Brittany, come here," Hank commanded. He watched as Brittany walked towards him and was pleased when Cynthia turned to face him as her sister moved. Hank reached up and turned Brittany so she faced her sister. "Again, mirror each other, perfectly," Hank intoned as he pulled Brittany down and sat her onto his cock. As she did, Cynthia sat herself on a small footrest near the couch, her legs splayed exactly like Brittany's. Brittany began to grind herself against Hank, her pussy welcoming his hard cock. His hands moved up to her full breasts, gripping them and pushing them together as he pushed his cock into him. Brittany's hands went to her breasts, joining his. Across from them, Cynthia's hands went to her tits, kneading them in her hands as she mirrored the movements in front of her, her entranced mind only able to bring about the act of mimicry Hank had ordered. She kept in exact time to her sister's movement, riding herself on an invisible cock, her legs working against a non-existent body. Hank couldn't hold it in any longer, he had to let go. He blew his wad into Brittany, her cry perfectly echoed by Cynthia, who came along with them, her juices staining the cushion beneath her. She even fell back exactly like her sister.

Hank gently pushed Brittany off his hard member and turned his attention to Cynthia. He couldn't take her, he knew. She would notice the loss of her virginity. But, he could give her a little education on how to finally handle sex. "Look at my cock, Cynthia," Hank said. "You want it. You want to taste it, you want to suck it, you want to have it in your mouth. Take it, Cynthia, take my cock." Cynthia paused before reaching up and pulling his shaft into her mouth. She let her tongue drag along it, licking at the shaft as she took it deep in her throat. Her hands reached up to tickle the balls, pinching at them as she sucked Hank off. Hank looked towards Brittany and saw her on her knees, her hands cupped forward, her lips and tongue licking at an invisible member. Once again, the sight of a sister perfectly mimicking the actions of her twin sent Hank over the edge and he blasted his wad down Cynthia's throat, the cum quickly licked away by the blonde haired girl as her sister licked at her own lips.

Hank enjoyed a few more experiments such as that. Licking Cynthia's pussy and watching both her and Brittany wither on the floor in ecstasy. Lying on his back on the floor as Brittany rode him while Cynthia sat right next to them, bucking along with them. Watching the two sit across from each other, masturbating in unison, then both sucking his cock for a finish.

After having them clean up and redress, Hank walked towards the door and turned to the two, who sat on the couch, eyes closed, the TV on across from them. "When the door closes, you will wake up and remember nothing of what has happened. You will remember a night at home, watching TV. That and the special instructions I have given you."

Hank walked out, shutting the door behind him. As he walked towards his car, his grin returned. The instructions, code words and ways to weaken their inhibitions, could come quite in handy for some fun around school. The idea of Cynthia sleeping with one of Brittany's boyfriends was quite tempting and having Brittany think of herself as a virgin for their next encounter added to the fun. However it all worked, Hank was sure of one thing. The only thing better than having a beautiful woman under his control was having her times two.