Somnus Nox Series Mind-Control Erotica #3

The concert noise blares through the Downtown Academy Arena. Sweat hangs like a mist, and I laugh aloud as the crowd moves in tandem.

“I want to see you all get your lighters in the air!” the artist, an indie rock singer, yells. Her arms are decorated with tattoos, her brown hair long and free for her to bob her head back and forth when the guitar breakdowns come.

“Dad, I don’t have a lighter!”

Mauve, my twin daughter, catches my attention. She looks frustrated as she watches my other daughter, Lani, pull out her lighter that I pretend not to know she has or why. Lani thinks she’s smart, smoking out of her bedroom window at home. She snaps the flame on, illuminating the septum piercing she’s recently had done.

Lani flashes me a wicked smile-the sort that weirdly reminds me of my older brother, Jordan. The smile of someone who knows they go against the grain and don’t give a fuck.

I quickly dig out a lighter and hand it to Mauve.

“Thanks, Dad!” she shouts over the music, leaning on her tiptoes in those ridiculous pink-heeled Barbie-like shoes. After pressing a kiss to my cheek, Mauve turns back to the stage and snaps the lighter on.

It highlights the peachy gloss on her lips and the sparkling eyeshadow over her lids that match the subtle lashes she’d carefully applied back at the hotel. Her winged eyeliner is underlined by another line of sparkling pink, and my body tenses.

The artist fades into the background as I gaze at the two of them, their side profiles like goddamn yin and yang. I don’t even notice the song ending, or the lighter pressing back into my pocket.

For their nineteenth birthday last month, Lani asked to go to this concert in the sketchiest part of town and get her septum pierced. Mauve had asked for killer heels and a downpayment on the pink convertible she’d had her eye on since she learned to drive two years before.

I almost resisted; I like the duty of ferrying both of them to and from places. I’d thought the car would take Mauve further from me, but in fact, it hasn’t. If anything, she always invites me on late-night shopping trips and diner ‘dates’ that she names fondly, and I swallow the tease like nicotine.

Where Lani is a black aesthetic, oversized boxy shirts, and chains hanging from her cargo pants, Mauve is pink sparkles and short skirts that barely cover her ass. Even their hair is different. Lani sports a dark, wavy wolf cut hanging shaggily over her shoulders, a fringe falling in her eyes, with one side shaved. Mauve is her more girlie counterpart. Plastic clips slide into her blonde hair, and the rest are pulled into pin-straight pigtails.

My daughters are so very different, and I love every inch of them both.

The concert buzz washes over me again, tugging me away from my thoughts for a brief moment. For me-a former deadbeat until my brother, Jordan, dragged me out of the pit from adolescence to my early twenties and got me back on my feet as head of a construction company-having my two daughters at my side is a gift I have never stopped being grateful for. Back then, nobody would have looked twice at me. Now, pushing forty, I have Lani and Mauve, and I adore them.

Only…

I have a secret I can't tell anybody. Well, anybody but a select few.

I am an attentive father, yes, but I’ve become more so since two months ago.

Now, I notice everything, talk to my girls more, and have them stay at the dinner table longer. I’m taking them to concerts, the movies, friends’ houses, and restaurants. I’m living the life I always wanted, spoiling my girls.

And in more ways than one.

I swallow hard as I recollect only two nights ago, when I’d cursed into Lani’s pillow, having spilled myself all over her ass, my daughter with her jaw slack, eyes closed, asleep, and under my control. The night before, I’d eaten Mauve out while she had sprawled against her headboard, slumped and asleep.

Somnus Nox. What a glorious, beautiful fucking thing, I think.

But tonight…

Tonight, my girls and I will be in a hotel room. I can't get away with sending only one under without the other, so I know tonight I’ll have them together, pushing the limits of mind control.

Tonight will be the night I don’t just use them both, but I’ll use them under mind control while they are awake. I will see Mauve’s doll-like made-up eyes blinking up at me, her glossy lips pouting. I will see Lani’s sharp gaze soften in pleasure as she looks at me.

After I talked to Jordan, I knew this was what I wanted. It’s come at the right time. I’m growing more and more desperate every time I steal into one of their rooms, choosing between my two princesses. I don’t want to choose. I want them both at the same time.

“All right, I want y’all singing loud enough to blast this roof off, yeah?!” the singer cries, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I startle, and Lani laughs loudly, digging her elbow into my side. “Dad! Pay attention, damn!”

“I gotcha, baby,” I laugh. “Your old man’s tired, y’know.”

Lani tips her head back, exposing that gorgeously sharp jawline I know she obsesses over having, and laughs loudly. Mauve has a softer, rounder face, and I adore pinching it, but God, if Lani’s looks don’t grab me by the cock, too.

“Old,” Mauve giggles. “Dad, you’re younger than Uncle Jord!”

“You sayin’ I’m good-looking for my age, princess?” I tease.

“Shut up and listen!” Lani cries out, unable to keep laughing. She’s flushed and I can't look away for a second. Lani blinks at me as if wondering why I don’t look away before she turns back to the artist, her smile softening.

“Hey, she’s good, right?”

I look around at the male voice shouting over the music, interrupting their singing. A boy loiters near Mauve, crowding her. I wait for Mauve to ignore him and brush him off, but all I see are her cheeks flushing, her finger twirling in her hair as she nods at the question.

“What’s your favorite song so far?” Mauve asks, her voice rising.

“It had to be Everything. Yours?”

“Oh, for sure, mine is Lover!”

“You’re gorgeous,” the boy tells her, giving her a raise of his brows. “You staying around here after the show?”

“Hey.” I can't help the snap that comes out of me. “She’s enjoying the concert.”

The boy snorts, leaning in close to be heard. “What are you, her dad?”

“Yeah, actually.”

“Jeez, you get taken by Daddy to gigs?” The question is aimed at both girls. Lani steps forward, but I get there first.

“Right, because it’s better to be standing there alone. How about you fuck off and let my girls enjoy their night?”

“Dad, it’s fine!” Mauve squeaks, tugging on my hand, but I only glare at the boy coming onto my daughter. I won't stand here watching her be harassed like that, especially when I saw her eyes soften when the boy approached her.

No, I think. I will not let her be taken from me like that. Not on my watch. Not today.

“I won’t tell you again,” I snarl, pushing closer to the boy. “She’s not interested.”

“Chill, man.” The boy raises his hands, backing off. Once he is gone, Mauve tugs again on my hand.

“Daddy!” she all but shouts, pouting.

“Just want you to have an uninterrupted experience,” I tell her, pressing a light kiss to her temple. Fatherly, I assure myself. That’s all. But the way she whined Daddy has gone right through me in a shudder.

“Dad’s right,” Lani says. “I’m not standing here watchin’ you flirt with some loner.” She snorts as the lights go down and the music lulls.

The crowd roars as the singer strums her guitar. The strobes go crazy as she delves into a riff, and her band begins to play behind her.

“New York, thank you so much for coming out to watch me play tonight! This is my last song, and this one is Catch Me Out. I want to feel the energy tonight, so put your arms around those close to you. Share the love, share the energy, everyone! Get those lights in the air!”

As one, we each dig out our phones and flick on the torches, raising our arms in the air.

I have one arm over Lani’s shoulders, and the other rests on Mauve as I sway with my phone in the air. They press in close to me, their perfumed scents colliding in a heavenly combination. Mauve’s fruity perfume, Lani’s jasmine and sandalwood. It’s heady, mouth-watering. They are mine.

I feel the lines of their bodies pressing against me. Mauve’s fingers curl into the back of my t-shirt, and Lani’s slight swaying has her ass pressing into my side. Their touches go right to my cock, hardening me.

I force myself to breathe and try to calm down. If they feel me like that, how will I explain it?

“Daddy,” Mauve purrs in my ear, and I bite back a groan. My stomach tightens with heat. “Thank you for tonight.”

She presses a messy kiss to my cheek, leaving a smudge of glittery gloss.

I can't even answer her, my throat constricting and my cock rock-hard.

Lani catches my gaze on my other side, her eyes flicking to Mauve nuzzling into me as if clinging to me. She grins, laughing, shaking her head.

Thank God it’s dark, I think, as both of their focuses turn back to the stage. Thank God they don’t know anything.

As they sway together, surrounded by the concert energy, I can't stop thinking about what will happen later on tonight.

***

The hotel is only a short drive from the concert venue, and throughout the whole drive, I have two excited daughters talking amongst themselves. I’m content to just listen, enjoying the difference in their voices. Mauve is jumpy and excited as she talks in long, fast sentences; Lani is more breathless, a subtle appreciation for her night.

I wind the windows down, watching the breeze toy with Lani’s waves out of the corner of my eye.

“Did you enjoy it, Dad?” Lani asks me, glancing to the side after they’ve discussed their favorite songs, what they thought of the supporting acts, and what other concerts they want to go to this year.

“It was amazing,” I tell her. “But the best part was getting to see it with my girls.”

“We’re nineteen now,” Mauve pointed out. “Practically women.”

“We are,” Lani deadpans, turning to look at her sister. “Which is why I don’t want to see you flirting with random guys.”

“I wasn’t flirting!”

“Damn right, you weren’t.” My voice comes out in a growl I don’t entirely control, and silence settles over the car. I cough, glancing out the window for a second before I press my foot harder on the accelerator. “Sorry. Protective Dad mode activated.”

Lani snorts.

If only you knew how protective I am of your body, Mauve. It doesn’t deserve dickheads like that guy back there. Men who only want one night with you before they discard your beautiful body.

“Loser,” Lani teases.

“Watch it.” I give her a stern look. She only returns one of no fucks given, that has me oddly aroused. Something about my girl speaking back to me turns me on. For a minute, I toy with the thought of her wanting me as much as I want her. Of her backchatting me during sex, of her begging for punishments.