Now when I count to 3 you will fall into a deep sleep and not wake until morning.
“Yes”
I counted down, “3… 2… 1” and Marie drifted into a deep restful sleep.
Life went by normally for the next couple of weeks, Marie and I making love almost every single day. She was her normal loving and affectionate self. She would sometimes call her brother but would limit those times to when I she believed I was engrossed in a watching a game on the tv, or busy with my laptop. She would sneak off into the bathroom and then call him but of course, unbeknownst to her, I still had my cameras operating. I knew she wouldn’t notice them and had no idea I was watching her on the laptop downstairs. Sometimes she would get naked and take pictures, sending them to her brother, sometimes she would masturbate while they were on the phone. I found it quite amusing, but I wasn’t worried, I knew I had the power to control her now.
On occasion she would come home from work and dash to the bathroom, having had “an accident” and needing to change her panties.
At the end of the 2 weeks, she came home with a bag from a local pharmacy clutched in her hand. She headed straight from the bathroom and I watched her as she performed a pregnancy test on herself. I watched as her facial expression alternated between shock, joy, and nervousness. She stared at the pregnancy test; she was indeed pregnant.
I decided in that moment to treat her normally, to accept the baby happily, knowing pretty well, that she was carrying her brother’s baby. I also knew that I had to work pretty fast if I was going to exploit her blossoming sexuality and make the most of the time until she was too far gone for these games to be played safely.
Marie straightened her hair, freshened her face, and came down to where I was “working”. As soon as she entered the living room, I knew there was something she wanted to tell me.