The next day was Sunday, and Ryan decided it was time to test just how deep the HypnoControl app had sunk its hooks into his innocent little stepsister.
Emma woke up feeling strangely warm and restless. Her panties were already damp when she slipped out of bed, but she chalked it up to a weird dream she couldn’t quite remember. She showered, dressed in a cute yellow sundress that hugged her slender figure and flared out just above mid-thigh, and headed downstairs for breakfast. Ryan was already at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and scrolling on his phone.
“Morning, Em,” he said casually, flashing her that familiar big-brother smile. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah… I think so,” she replied, blushing for no reason as she poured herself some orange juice. Every time she glanced at her phone on the
