Hello there, everyone! I'm thrilled to share the third chapter of my ongoing series, Family Bonding. In this chapter, our protagonist Tina finds herself grappling with the increasing influence of her stepfather, Jerry, as she prepares for an exciting weekend beach party. 

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Previous Chapters:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2

Family Bonding - Chapter 3 by Ebon Caine

Kinks Included:

• Brainwashing
• Mind Control
• Corruption
• Edging
• Pseudo-Incest (Implied)

Synopsis: As 21-year-old fashion intern Tina Chambers gets ready for a weekend beach party at her family's beachside home, she finds herself battling dark, intrusive thoughts. Unaware of her stepfather's growing influence over her, Tina struggles with a voice in her mind that drives her towards increasingly depraved acts. Will she recognize the changes in time to resist, or will her programming fully take hold?

[Disclaimer: All characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 only. It is fictional and for entertainment purposes only.]

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As the heat of late summer settled in, Tina got herself ready while the sun slowly descended towards the ocean horizon. Soon, the sky would glow with golden dusk light, and she would be enjoying the sand, wind, and waves with her friends.

Tina stood in the master bedroom of her mother's beachside vacation home, looking herself over in the room's floor-length mirror.

"Hmmmm, not bad," Tina murmured, looking over her shoulder to admire her shapely figure from another angle. Her shorts hugged her ass perfectly, giving a tantalizing peak of the curve of her firm, shapely buttocks and showing off the ample curve of her toned thighs.

With a smirk, she hooked the shorts with her thumbs and slid them down, the beige fabric peeling down off her tanned skin and revealing the thin fabric of her thong. As the shorts moved, Tina gave a subtle shimmy of her ass, and as she looked in the mirror, she let out a soft, girlish giggle, loving what she saw.

Next was her semi-transparent top, which gave a perfect view of her generous cleavage, the enticing orbs pushing outward against the thin pink fabric. Tina watched in the mirror as she caressed her breasts, her thumbs circling her sensitive nipples until they became prominent buds that were clearly visible.

"Oooh," Tina cooed, arching her back and biting her lower lip to emphasize her impressive figure."Daddy will love this..."

Tina paused, blinking. Daddy? Had she really said that? No, of course not. Chet. Chet will love this. That's what she had said.

A frown crossed her lips as her thoughts probed the discomfort in her mind. There was something there---something she felt she had forgotten, something important.

Good girls relax.

That familiar voice, soft and feminine, whispered into her mind. The words were like happy fur rubbing against her psyche, the pleasant sensation blurring the thoughts. Tina's frown deepened, and her hand went to her temple.

No, she thought, trying hard to hold the thought. It's right there... I can almost reach it...

Good girls don't worry. Good girls obey. Good girls relax.

"Mmmmmhhh..." Tina softly moaned, her hands moving back down to caress her body. It felt so good to touch herself, so relaxing. So...

"Please," she heard herself say, her hand slipping down her smooth belly. "Not... Not again..."

She wasn't sure why she'd said that or what "again" meant. But some part of her knew. Some part of her was afraid.

*Good girls forget what's not important."

"Not important," she murmured, feeling a warm, throbbing ache as her fingers slid across the sensitive flesh over her thong.

A shuddering breath escaped Tina's lips as her fingers moved lightly back and forth over her slit. Teasing. Warning.

"Not important," she repeated, her voice almost a whimper.

Good girls are happy. Good girls feel safe and relaxed.

With a soft sigh, Tina let her thoughts go fuzzy. Her frown dissolved, and her fingers gave a final, teasing flick over her slit before they withdrew. She felt an insistent ache between her legs and a distracting, empty throb. But the voice in her head was soothing, reassuring.

Good are happy. Good girls don't worry. Good girls relax while they learn.

"Mmmhmmm..." she said dreamily as her smile returned, her hands rising to absently cup her breasts. Slowly, the fuzz receded from her mind, and she giggled lightly at the sight of herself. She looked amazing, and she knew it.

Outside, Tina heard a car rolling up her driveway. Glancing out the window, she saw the cherry red electric car belonging to her best friend, Casey.

Her smile widened, and Tina gave herself a final once-over in the mirror. With a playful wiggle of her hips, she slid her shorts back up before heading downstairs to meet her friend.

The young, light-skinned woman emerged from her car just as Tina opened the front door. Casey Mathews greeted her friend with a lopsided grin. "Wow, looking fine, Miss Chambers," she said with a nod of approval.

Casey's outfit was similarly beachside: an off-white Cuban shirt, a bikini top holding her modest bust, and tight athletic shorts showcasing her well-defined, curvaceous figure. She wore an unbuttoned linen Cuban shirt, and her blonde pixie cut was hidden beneath a trendy snapback.

"You're looking pretty damn fine yourself, Miss Mathews," Tina replied, her eyes sliding appreciatively over her friend.

"Thanks," Casey said with a laugh as she opened her arms to hug Tina. "Can't help but try to keep up with you."

As the two women embraced, Tina shuddered as hot tingles ran over her body. Casey's embrace was warm, casual, and familiar, but feeling Casey's firm, pert breasts pressing against her own caused a liquid heat to rise from Tina's loins.

"You alright?" Casey asked, pulling away and tilting her head quizzically.

Tina forced a grin. "Fine, fine. Just... excited about today."

Casey chuckled, bumping Tina's shoulder playfully as she walked past. "I bet. Looking like that, you're going to make Chet's head explode."

"That's the plan," Tina said with a smile, recovering herself as the strange feelings sank slowly into the background of her mind.

Casey followed Tina inside, and the two women chatted about their classes, internships, and love lives. Tina felt the comforting ease of Casey's presence, and the warmth between her legs began to fade.

"So Chet should be here soon," Casey said. "He had to stop and gather up his friends from practice."

"Brit will be delighted," Tina replied, glancing down as they stepped onto the deck. She'd never really considered how cute Casey's ass looked in those shorts before. She felt the wet heat rise into her consciousness again, along with the shadows of several other thoughts that tickled the edges of her mind.

"I love being delighted," came the easy voice of Brittany from the nearby hot tub. "Delighted by what?"

The shadowy thoughts danced away from Tina's mind, chased away by the pleasant sight of her sister lounging in the steaming tub.

The bubbles obscured much of Brit's attire, but her tan skin and shapely figure were plain to see. Her long, brown hair hung loose, floating free on the foaming water.

Tina smirked down at her sister, her hands resting on her shapely hips. "Delighted by the boy toys Chet's bringing for your amusement, just like I promised."

Brit gave a sly grin, raising her glass to Tina and Casey. "Perfect. Glad my big sis is as good as her word."

"You wound me, B," Tina replied as she leaned on the railing. "When have I not delivered for my baby sister?"

Brittany turned, wiping a wet strand of dark hair from her face before resting her cheek on one hand. "You mean other than all the times you've flaked these past few weeks?"

Tina's smile faltered. "What do you mean? I've not flaked on you."

Brit tilted her head. "You mean other than the two times you canceled plans on me and the third you bailed halfway through?"

"But that was..." Tina began, frowning. "That was..."

"What?" Brittany asked with a mischievous look. "Some guy you'd just met?" She glanced up at Casey, who had rested her slender arms on the rail next to Tina. "Is my dear sister going behind Chet's back, Casey? You can tell me."

Tina's mouth fell open. "Hey!" she said, her hands falling to her hips."Don't even joke about that, sis. You know Chet means the world to me."

"Sure," Brittany replied, her gaze turning back to her sister. "Doesn't change that you've been acting weird lately."

"Stop it," Tina said, her frown deepening. "There's nothing going on. I've not been acting weird."

Even as she said the words, Tina felt the dissonance inside her. Something was wrong, she knew. Something just out of reach. She closed her eyes, trying to grasp onto the words flowing through her head, but each time, they slipped away like soap bubbles.

Good girls listen with their bodies. Good girls forget with their minds.

Tina heard herself sigh, feeling a wave of relaxation flow over her confused thoughts. It was getting harder to remember what she was even worried about.

Brittany raised an eyebrow and turned to Casey. "See? Weird."

Tina looked at her friend, her thoughts fuzzy as she tried to remember what they were discussing. She and her sister exchanged a knowing look. Casey shrugged. "You've been a little weird, T."

"Nothing bad!" she added quickly. "Just... sounding weird on the phone sometimes. Like you're in a dream or something. I figured it was just the internship, you know? It can be stressful getting used to a new environment..."

Tina didn't reply. Brittany's words and Casey's words felt strange.

Good girls train. Good girls let go. Good girls learn.

"What's the matter?" Brittany said with an arched brow. "Cat got your tongue?"

Tina blinked. "Sorry. I just..." She shook her head. "No, never mind. I'm fine."

"But anyway," Casey continued, her voice tentative. "It's no big deal. You got all this together, right?" The blonde girl smiled, her freckled face warm and friendly. "It gives us the chance to get caught up."

But the deep heat between Tina's legs resurfaced even as Casey spoke. Part of her wasn't sure it had ever gone away. She was suddenly very aware of how damp her thong was.

Good girls submit to the need.

"Y-yeah," Tina said. Her mind swam, the whispering voice taking up the rest of her attention. She felt her eyes drawn to Casey's trim figure, feeling the urge to run her tongue along her slender neck. To explore her body with her lips. Her fingers.

Good girls share with their friends.

"No... I can't..." Tina's voice was a half whisper, half whimper.

Casey frowned. "Are you sure you're alright, T?"

"Let me see, sis," Brittany said, rising out of the hot tub and coming close. Her wet body, so full and soft and inviting, glistened in the late afternoon sunlight. Brittany put a hand on Tina's forehead. "Hmmm, you seem a bit warm."

"It's so warm..." Tina murmured.

Brittany nodded, her hand moving to cup her sister's cheek, her thumb tracing a soft pattern on the sensitive skin just below Tina's ear. The intimate motion sent a pulse of need to Tina's clit.

Good girls need.

Casey frowned, her brow furrowing. "Maybe we should call off the party?"

That finally snapped Tina out of her haze, but the feeling of need remained like a furnace between her legs. "No, no," she said quickly, smiling at Casey and her sister. "I'm fine. Totally fine."

The look of concern didn't leave her sister's face. "You're sure, sis? You looked about ready to faint just then."

"It's just..." Tina paused, her thoughts still fuzzy, but her need as insistent and pressing as ever. "It's... the heat. It's given me a bit of a headache. I think I have some aspirin upstairs. I'll take it and sit a minute in the AC, and I'll be fine."

Brittany nodded, the worry not entirely leaving her eyes. "Alright. Go cool off. Casey and I will watch for Chet and his friends."

"Perfect," Tina said, smiling. "I'll be back soon."

As Tina turned and walked back inside, she felt the growing intensity of her desire. She was acutely aware of every inch of skin touching the air.

Good girls feel their need.

Her desire only rose as she climbed the stairs. With each step, she felt her damp, silky thong sliding slowly up and down her slit. She felt her nipples rub teasingly against the fabric of her top.

Tina pushed open the door to her room and locked it behind her. She tried to keep from moaning as she stripped off her shirt and bikini top. She felt the warm, almost desperate fire in her core, which needed relief.

Her naked breasts felt heavy and hot, the cool AC doing nothing to calm her. Her eyes turned to her bed, and she noticed something strange. Sex toys were scattered about across the covers. An oval vibrator with a controller attached by a thin cord. Three different dildos of different colors and sizes. Even a pair of shiny, jewel-tipped plugs.

When had she gotten all these? They weren't there earlier. They couldn't have been...

Could they?

Good girls train. Good girls forget. Again and again and again.

The words had no meaning for Tina. The only thing that mattered was the heat inside her, and she knew exactly how to quench it.

She slid her shorts off, peeling her thong away from her slick, dripping pussy and tossing it aside. Naked, she picked up one of the dildos, a light blue one with a latching mount at its base. Her eyes fluttered as she picked it up, shreds of memory lighting through her mind. Flash-bulb memories of her on the bed. Against the wall. In her desk chair. Moaning through as she took the fake cock as deep into her as she could, over and over.

Good girls train. Good girls let go. Good girls learn.

A shiver rolled over Tina's skin like lightning, and her core seemed to pulse and tighten with need. She took the dildo into the bathroom, her eyes flashing over the image of her smooth, tan skin in the mirror. She saw the look of lewd desperation in her eyes. Saw the glassy need.

Turning to the marble-tiled standing shower, she saw the recently installed wall mount there. It was fitted with a tight latch and positioned at hip height, right where it needed to be. There was barely anything left in her mind to wonder why she hadn't noticed the strange device before.

Good girls are grateful for Daddy's gifts. Good girls train every chance they get.

Tina felt a smile form on her lips as she grabbed a bottle of clear, sweet-smelling lubricant from the counter and moved into the shower, the heat in her core all but driving her forward. She latched the dildo to the mount with a satisfying click before squirting a generous helping of the clear liquid over the toy. She spread the liquid, massaging it over every inch of the toy until the whole thing was well-coated and glistening.

Her fingers felt good. Felt right. She kept working the dildo, feeling it, testing it, oiling it. Feeling her arousal build with each touch.

Good girls pleasure. Good girls obey. Good girls train.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, Tina turned, carefully positioning herself before pressing the tip of the dildo against her aching, needy hole. It felt so good as she slid her slit up and down its point, teasing herself. Preparing herself.

She let out a low moan as she slid down onto it, gasping as its thick, heavy shape filled her, spreading her walls deliciously.

"Oooooooh, fuuuuck..."

She cried out as her core pulsed around the toy, her pussy contracting around its unyielding girth. It was perfect. So perfect.

"Yes... Yesssss..."

Tina panted as her hips moved, sliding back and forth along the shaft in smooth, slow strokes. She moved cautiously at first, adjusting to the dildo's girth before increasing the tempo.

"God... Oh goddd..."

She'd never felt so full, her body alive with sensations that drove her to the brink and then held her there, waiting. The mounting need kept her moving, her tempo slowing to prolong the deep, aching, insistent need gripping her. Filling her. Pushing out everything else.

Good girls empty themselves. Good girls need only one thing. Good girls edge until there is nothing left.

Tina heard herself moaning, the sound echoing against the shower tiles. She barely recognized the lust-driven voice escaping her as her own. "Need... Need it... So bad... Cum... Need to cum... So bad..."

She was sweating now, beads rolling down over her tanned, toned skin as she slid her aching, needy pussy up and down the toy. Each stroke was perfect, filling her, spreading her, stroking her inner walls. Each one brought her closer, the tension growing with every stroke. Building.

"Need it... Need it... Need it..."

Tina's mind had shrunk to a singular point. All that existed was her need, rising to the precipice but not over. Holding there. Refusing to let her over.

"Need it... Need to cum... Please... Plllleeaasseeee...."

Her voice fell away, her pussy's juices spattering and dripping to the shower floor as freely as the droplets of sweat from her rocking body. The wet, rhythmic sounds of the dildo sliding in and out echoed around the bathroom. She could feel the need rising, reaching its peak. Rising. Rushing toward a fall...

Good girls need. Good girls crave. Good girls ache.

Tina's body bucked, her legs beginning to tremble. She pressed back hard, the toy's shape pressed against every inch of her sex. In that desperate, needy state, the hidden depths of her mind knew the only thing that would give her the release she craved.

"Please... D-daddy..." Tina whispered through her ragged breaths.

Good girls give in.

She felt it in her mind. Felt her stepfather's cock inside her. Felt it breaking her. "Pllllleeaasssee... D-daddy... Fuck your little slut... Let me... Let me cuuummm..."

With an explosive shudder, Tina's orgasm hit, the long-delayed pleasure washing over her like a wave. It was intense, flooding through her and shaking her entire being. She lost all control, her pussy clenching and spasming hard against the toy, juices flowing freely as her voice rose in a keening wail.

She rode the wave, her legs trembling, her breath coming in desperate gasps as she came and came and came. Wave after wave. Again and again and again.

When Tina finally came to, she found herself on the bed. Goosebumps raised across her naked, tan flesh as the AC blew down from the ceiling vent. She pushed herself up, her thoughts fuzzy.

Raising her hand to her scalp, she felt the dampness of her hair. She must have just come out of the shower but didn't remember going in. She barely remembered coming up to her room. She remembered being hot. Very, very hot.

More than that, she felt a strange ache running through her. A slight soreness that was very strange.

Though not, she had to admit, unpleasant.

Still, it was all too weird. Her friend and sister were right: she was acting strange.

Not that she could think of a reason why...

Slowly, Tina rose up from the bed. She didn't notice the lewd toys strewn out over her bed. Didn't remember seeing them earlier. She found her clothes scattered on the floor and frowned when she felt the dampness of the thong she had been wearing.

"Must have tracked water in from the shower..." she said, letting the stringy thing fall from her fingers.

Quickly, Tina dried herself off. Her nipples were extra sensitive as she brushed over them with the towel, causing her to pause and shudder. She found herself absentmindedly cupping her large breast in her free hand, her thoughts drifting to Chet and how he would certainly take her into his strong embrace when he arrived.

Soon, Tina's hair was dry, and she pulled a dry thong from her dresser. She watched herself in the mirror as she dressed, her eyes roaming over her figure and lingering on her generous cleavage and firm, round ass.

"Mmm.... Not bad..." she murmured, turning sideways and admiring her generous curves.

Her mind drifted back upstairs, back to her friend and sister. It occurred to her that something strange was happening. She didn't know what, but something. Still, it was a concern for another day.

A smile played at her lips, and she gave her ass an extra wiggle as she imagined strong, firm hands taking and squeezing them.

"Oooh, I can't wait for Daddy to see..."

Tina hesitated, her lips dipping into a frown. Daddy? Had she really said that? No, of course not. Chet. She'd said Chet.

A strange sense of deja vu fell over her. A feeling like she'd gone down this road before. Several times, even. Tina stepped back from the mirror, rubbing her temple with one hand as she tried to remember.

Good girls relax.

Suddenly, the strange feeling faded, washed away by peace and serenity. Tina sighed, her smile returning. It didn't matter. Her party was today. Chet would be over.

And so would Jerry.

Her hips squirmed at the thought, though she wasn't sure why. Tina didn't feel the rush of annoyance she had expected to feel, though. That was probably OK.

Outside, she heard the sound of a car rolling up the drive. Glancing out the window, she saw Chet's SUV and heard the music pulsing from within. He and his friends had finally arrived.

Tina grinned, giving a final glance to herself in the mirror. With one hand, she gave her firm, curvaceous booty a slap.

"Showtime."