Hypnotic Pregnancy

Hypnotic Pregnancy

Hi guys and gals. Got the idea for this story from signorecalcio who once again fucked with my muse and gave me an idea I just couldn't let go. I never was certain just what category to put this one in. It could have gone into the 'Loving wives' genre, or even 'groups' if you stretch the meaning of 'group'. And I suppose it could have gone into the 'Mind Control' group, but also by stretching that meaning. I chose to put it into the 'Incest' category for a couple of reasons. First, most of my stories are in this category. Second, in many places, sex between in-laws is considered incest. Story codes should be: incest, M/F, oral sex, CIM, cum swallow, cream-pie, pregnancy, cheat, female orgasm, attempted non-consent.

Before some of you tell me how terrible it is for her to cheat on her loving husband, this is just a STORY!! Made up in my crazy mind thanks to an idea from one of you. This is NOT the first lesson in that Freshman class at Uni called "True life incest cases"! Play safe.

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Hi, I'm Korky, a 31-year-old married woman. Don't ask where my parents came up with my name. I have two siblings, John and Sue, so why did I get 'Korky'? I have no idea and they claim to not remember. But that's what is on my birth certificate! In case you are wondering, I'm 5'2" tall, about 115 pounds most days with light brown hair to my shoulders and gray eyes. My boobs are what Goldilocks would call 'just right!' That means they aren't too small, and they aren't too big! I've been told by more than one guy that they are perfect handfuls.

I married Pete six years ago. He had just been discharged from the Army when we met at our weekend Guard duty. It was as close to love at first sight as I have ever heard of. And if I'm being truthful, I probably should have seen more. The first time we had sex, it was nice but I had expected more than 4-inches! He usually gives me a nice soft cum, but just once in a while, I would really like one that loosens the fillings in my teeth; like I got back in high school. Oh well, by then we were in love (I really was) and he is a really nice guy and is great as a husband. I do wish that he was a bit more adventurous in bed, but he is strictly a missionary position only type of guy.

I stayed on the pill up until four months ago. Didn't want to be a pregnant soldier, and then after my discharge from the guard, I wanted to get situated in my job as a researcher for a well-known pharmaceutical firm. (Nope, I won't tell you which one. Shame on you for asking!) But now I finally talked Pete into trying to get me pregnant. I want more than one kid and the proverbial clock is ticking ever closer to the end of my reproductive life.

So far, I haven't caught one of Pete's sperms cells to complete the cycle. It probably won't happen this month as while I'm at my most fertile time, Pete's gone off on his two-week stint playing soldier-boy. He's been gone for nearly a week and I'm getting lonely, so when his twin brothers Pat and Paul called to see if they could stop by and use the pool, I told them to come on over. It would be good to have family to talk with.

His 18-year-old brothers arrived about 15 minutes later, carrying a 24-pack of Bud Light. They hadn't asked about Pete and were surprised that he wasn't home. The entire family on Pete's side never remembers that he is still in the guard. They were carrying their shorts while wearing t-shirts and their swim trunks. After talking me into swimming with them, I donned my bikini and we went out back to the pool.

Each of us popped open a beer and kept sipping them while hanging off the edge. Pat and Paul are nearly identical, but Pat has killer dimples that barely show on Paul's face. They are both about as dorky as a person can get. Sometimes it is funny, and sometimes it is just totally stupid. I've always liked them and think of them as nice kids, even though our state now calls them adults. If that's 'adult', god help this country!

Well, about three hours and six beers for each of us later, I invited them to stay for supper. I was enjoying their company, like usual. And their inane antics were always good for a laugh. We sat around the pool on lounges and just enjoyed the time while we all air-dried. And that ultimately took care of their 24-pack.

I headed inside to come up with a better meal than I had planned when it was just me, and they followed behind me, laughing like usual. Pat took off his necklace with a shiny disk hanging from it as he said, "Hey Korky, I've been watching some 'how-to' hypnosis videos on YouTube and I was hoping you would let me try to hypnotize you. What do you say?"

With a chuckle I turned to look at him. Before getting married, two different professional hypnotists had tried and failed to put me under. But it might be fun to let him try. Hell, it might even be fun to see what he would do if he succeeded! I was always amazed at how crazy these two were.

With those thoughts in mind, I smiled and said, "Sure! Why not? Give it your best shot!"

His eyes bugged out when I said that. I just stood there waiting until he finally stammered, "Uh, you need to sit down," and he pulled a chair out from the kitchen table for me and I sat down. Then he started swinging his necklace back and forth and saying things like how I should follow the disk and I was getting sleepy, etc. Then he asked, "Korky, can you hear me?"

"Of course, I can, you're right in front of me," I said smiling hugely right up into his face.

"Oh. Let's try it a bit longer," he said. I shrugged my shoulders and sat back as he started in again.

Maybe I shouldn't have done this. Okay, I know now that I NEVER should have done it, but that is water over the dam, so to speak. Anyway, I wanted to see what stunt he had planned this time, so after a much longer time swinging that necklace and soft talking from him, he asked if I could hear him. I had already unfocused my eyes so I used a flat, monotone voice to answer, "Yes, I can hear you." Then I just sat there as he grinned at Paul and they high-fived one-another.

For about five minutes he told me to do several little and stupid things like quack like a duck, hop like a bunny rabbit, and walk on all fours like a dog while swinging my tail. They really liked that as I noticed each of them checking out my still firm ass in my little bikini bottoms.

Eventually he told me to sit back on the chair. He stepped over to his twin and said, "Should I try to give her a trigger word that puts her back under whenever I use it?" Naturally Paul quickly agreed with that idea.

Stepping in front of me he said, "Korky, whenever I say the words 'chuck you farley', you will once again be hypnotized just like you are now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," I said in my monotone voice.

"Whenever you are hypnotized due to my using those words, you will wake up when I say, 'Marshal Dillon.' Do you understand?" I said I did.

"Okay, Korky, when I snap my fingers, you will awaken with no memory of my having hypnotized you." SNAP!

"I told you this wouldn't work," I said as I got up and pushed the chair back in place. "You are so crazy, Pat! And you're no better, Paul."

"Who ... me!? What'd I do?"

"Probably something," I said as I started getting things out for supper.

I was just about to open a package of meat when Pat said from across the room, "Chuck you Farley." Laughing on the inside, I froze as I went along with them once more. "Sit back down, Korky." He pulled out the chair and I sat once more.

He asked a few more things and I answered them in that monotone voice and then he said, "Korky, when you speak while hypnotized, you will use your normal voice. You won't speak in that slow and flat voice any more. Do you understand?"

Quite cheerfully I answered, "Yes, I understand!" with a rise in my voice at the end.

Softly as if speaking to Paul only, Pat said, "Thank god that works, that dull voice was getting to me."

After a few more stupid things that only these two goofballs would think of, Pat said, "Korky, you know you must follow my instructions perfectly, don't you?" I told him I did. He shoved his swim trunks down and stepped in front of me, his limp four-inch dick about three-inches from my chin. "Suck my cock like you do Peter's."

"He won't let me suck his cock," I said sadly.

"Oh. Then suck my cock like you want to suck his."

Even as he said this I watched in amazement as his limp noodle stiffened until it pressed against the underside of my chin. It felt really hard. My first thought was to stand up and laugh at him while getting back to fixing supper. But my second thought was, 'Shit, that's a nice cock!' I guessed it to be 7 or 8-inches long and much thicker than Pete was. And I was horny! I seemed to be always horny once I went off the pills and when I was at my most prime time of the month. Like now.

I know it was wrong, but I just had to do it! My head leaned in after I grabbed him and moved him into position, then his shaft slipped through my lips and onto my tongue. Damn, he is actually in my mouth! And now I am sucking his cock head while I start bobbing my head in and out, swirling my tongue all around his fat shaft.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he gasped in pleasure as I kept right on doing as he had asked. Paul stepped closer and looked at my lips tightly surrounding Pat's cock as Pat asked, "You ever get a blowjob Paul?"

"No, never got that lucky to find a girl who'd do that. Damn that looks pretty good to me," he said as he watched with envy.

"Korky, suck Paul's cock for a while," Pat said. Continuing to pretend I was hypnotized, I grabbed Paul's trunks and yanked them down. I had to see if they were truly twins! Holy shit! They ARE!

One second later I gobbled up Paul's cock and started sucking the shit out him! It was like heaven! Before getting married, I loved giving head to my boyfriend at the time. Or even the casual date, if he was nice to me. And then I'm married and Pete tells me 'NO!' and he won't even let me do it unless I manage to get him really drunk on his ass.

My hands grabbed onto Paul's firm young ass cheeks and I started giving him the blowjob of my life! My mouth and tongue were loving this! That big cock tasted great and its owner was so reactive to my efforts! Saliva was pouring into my mouth and then leaking down my chin as I sucked the shit out of my husband's brother!

Paul was moaning and groaning with each and every slurp and swirl of my tongue around his hard shaft! Damn, I couldn't even remember the last time I got to do this to Pete. And that made me even more desperate for his balls' load of cum. I wanted it ALL! And to get it I pulled out every trick I had ever learned about cock sucking.

Paul's hands moved up and held my head in place. I could tell he was getting close and I could hardly wait, I was so desperate for a mouth full of cum! Without thinking, I gasped around his shaft, "Cum for me! Give it to me!"

Neither of them noticed that my cry was out of place for someone under a hypnotic trance. Paul held tighter to my head as he thrust forwards, driving his shaft down my throat as he cried out, "Oh god, I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck! Oh, shit yeah! Cumming! Cumming in her mouth! Oh, fuck that's good," and his voice trailed off as his balls ran dry.

I kept right on sucking, hoping for one last rope of spunk, but I had fully drained my brother-in-law. Sucking onto him harder than ever, I slowly pulled back and off, then instantly leaned towards Pat and inhaled his still hard shaft to its base! "God!" he gasped as I attacked him determined to drain him quickly.

Pat's balls didn't cooperate with me. Somehow, they had recovered from how excited I had gotten him. Oh, how hot that made me, knowing that I had to work him all the way back up to shooting time! With one hand I held his shaft at the base, while the other pushed my bikini top off my left tit and began pinching and twisting my nipple, exciting myself even more. My tits have always been so responsive and Pete hardly ever makes use of them.

Pat looked at Paul and gasped, "My god, she really knows how to suck dick!"

"No shit!" Paul replied.

"Pete has a goldmine on his hands, that lucky bastard," Pat exclaimed as I sucked onto him even harder, my tongue going nuts around his cock head.

I worked that hard cock for nearly ten more minutes before he grabbed onto my head and shoved his dick into my face while bellowing, "Swallow it all! Oh shit, cumming so hard in your mouth!" And cum he did! Fuck, I thought I was going to drown in it! Eight huge shots flooded my mouth as I swallowed faster and faster in my efforts to get it all.

And then he slowed his pulses until they were empty even as his balls tried to find more. Once I realized he was empty, I slowed my efforts and finally sucked super hard while slowly pulling off of him. Pat staggered backwards once my lips left him before he managed to get his feet back under him, while mumbling, "Holy fuck, I never thought that would feel that good!"

Once he was out of my mouth, I sat there with my hands on my knees, one tit still exposed and a few drops of cum sliding down my lower lip to my chin. Both of them put their trunks back on as they got their breathing back under control. It was difficult to remain straight faced when, one at a time, each of them grabbed my left breast and squeezed the heck out of it. I struggled but held back the groan that really wanted to come out.

Both of them finally moved about three or four feet away from me then Pat said, "Marshal Dillon."

"You boys must be getting hungry," I said as I got up and returned to the counter where I had been starting supper. Once my back was to them, I looked down at the red finger prints they had squeezed into my left tit, then said, "Oopsie!" and tucked it back into my bikini top. I turned towards them and said, "I'm really glad you two could come today! It gets so lonesome around here when Pete has his two-week duty!"

"Really?" Paul said quickly. "We can call the folks and tell them we're going to stay overnight to keep you company. How does that sound?"

It sounded to me like he wanted another blowjob, and I wasn't all that averse to giving him one. "I like that idea, if you really want to." Then I made a show of wiping the cum off of my lip and chin, then gave my finger a look before sucking it clean. I gave them a puzzled look then turned back to fixing dinner.

Paul made the call where their parents gave their approval, and once the food was cooking, I went to the guest bedrooms and made certain they were both ready with fresh sheets and pillow cases. After supper, we went to the livingroom and started watching some TV. After about ten minutes Pat looked over at me and said, "Chuck you Farley." I was expecting it so I relaxed my face and sat there with a blank face, my eyes looking straight ahead.

"Korky, can you hear me?"' he then asked. I told him cheerfully that I could. He smacked Paul on the back then said, "Korky, come over here and give me a blowjob."

Since I was supposed to be hypnotized, I did as I was told. Less than 30 seconds from his instruction I was on my knees in front of him and his trunks were around his ankles. He couldn't spread his legs far enough like that, so I pulled his left foot out of that leg hole then shoved his legs wide apart.

"Oh, fuck yeah," he groaned as I leaned down and sucked his half-hard shaft into my mouth and forced it to full size in seconds! He liked it and I fucking loved it! Once again, I gave him the best head he would ever get in his life, no matter how long he might live! Judging by his moans, groans, gasps and hip thrusts, I outdid even myself!

Thanks to having already drained him just about two hours earlier, it took him longer to cum. So, my heaven on earth took nearly twenty glorious minutes before I shoved down, taking his entire cock into my mouth and throat as his first pulse blasted into my stomach. With his cock buried down my throat, I stayed basically bouncing in one-inch head bobs for his first 4 ropes before I pulled back and greedily took the last ones on my tongue! Damn I love how he tastes! Pat ran dry and I just kept sucking him for probably two more minutes until he gasped for me to stop.

Then he said, "Now give Paul a blowjob, and make it better than the one I got!"

I quickly pulled off of him and moved to in front of Paul while wondering just how that would be possible. Paul had already pulled his trunks off and sat there naked before me. Who knew these two were put together so damn nicely!? I shoved that thought out of my mind, then attacked Paul's cock with one goal, a quick and huge load of cum!

That was when I learned that time is a relative thing. What's fast to me might not be fast to you. And what seems slow to me might just be the fastest possible. That is what happened. Paul's powerful 7 to 8-inch cock wouldn't give up its prize for well over twenty-five-minutes! Damn, it was making me so incredibly horny, I was going out of my mind!

I nearly shouted for joy when I felt his first cum-free pulse! Finally, he's going to cum for me! And then ... holy hell, did Paul ever cum! I had to struggle to somehow not miss too much of it as I gulped his seed down as fast as I could. Still, when I had finally sucked him dry, I knew there were about three small rivulets of cum going down my chin.

I delayed pulling my mouth off of Paul for as long as I could, but didn't think they would believe a person hypnotized would disobey the instructions and go for another load. As I sat back demurely onto my tucked under legs, they both commented to each other about the cum on my chin. Pat said, "Okay Korky, you can go back to where you were sitting. Once there you will drop your head back and close your eyes. When I say the words to wake you up, that is how it will seem to you, that you had dosed off for a while."

By then I had taken my seat and dropped my head back as I closed my eyes. "Marshall Dillon."

I fluttered my eyes then slowly sat up straight as I groaned, "Sorry guys, I must have fallen asleep." Then I wiped my chin clean, looked at my fingers before slipping them into my mouth where I sucked them clean. "Damned drool," I said as they both grinned at me.

After a bit I went out to the kitchen to get us another beer. While there I heard them arguing. Pat wanted to fuck me and Paul said that was going too far. Pat argued some more and Paul seemed to be weakening. And then I cheerfully returned causing them to stop that discussion.

After a few minutes and more sips of beer, Pat asked me, "Tell me Korky, when's the last time my brother put the wood to you?"

"Bullshit! I'm not going to answer a question like that! And shame on you for asking it! You ought to be ashamed of yourself," I scolded him sternly.

"I'm sorry, Korky, I didn't mean to upset you. Chuck you Farley. Korky?"

"Yes." I answered happily.

"When was the last time Pete fucked you?" Pat once more asked me.

"Three weeks ago, tomorrow."

"Seriously?"

"Sadly, yes. He really isn't trying very hard to knock me up."

"You see, little brother, she really needs it tonight. From both of us." Pat told Paul, who came out their mother's hole about nine minutes after Pat did.

"Damn, I guess," Paul said. "Shit man, if she was my wife, I'd want to fuck her every damned day of the week! Okay, I'm game. Let's do it!"

Pat grinned at his twin, then said, "Korky, when either of us comes to your bedroom tonight, you will welcome us into your bed with open arms and happily fuck the shit out of us both. Do you understand?"