AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: Swapping Our Mind-Controlled Daughters While Camping #1

SUBTITLE: A NONCON, Mind Control/Hypnosis, DAD/Daughter, Uncle/Niece Erotica Short Story with daughter swap, anal and FF action.

Copyright © 2025 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 8000 words

MINDWARP HYPNOSIS SERIES #1

“Hey, Dad! Over there!” Emma exclaims, her bright blue eyes lighting up at the sight before her. She turns to look at me, excitement all over her pretty face. Her smile is as bright as the hot sun above us as she gestures to the parting in the trees at the bottom of the hill. It reveals a stunning view beneath us.

I don’t have time to respond because my niece Gigi is already skipping ahead of us and shooting us all a playful grin. I know that look-one we all share, one that promises a playful competition.

“Last one there has to cook dinner tonight!” Gigi exclaims loudly, taking off ahead of us and running down the hill.

“Hey!” Emma frowns and pouts, but she’s already rushing after her.

Paul shoots me an amused look. “Can’t possibly think where they get it from,” he jokes.

I chuckle in response. Paul and I have always been competitive, something we’ve clearly passed on to our girls. Even though they are all grown up, they never really grew out of it, and to be honest, neither did we.

Paul and I watch our girls go, squealing in delight as they playfully race to the pond we’ve marked on our map. After hiking for almost two hours, the destination is finally in sight.

We’ve been excited about this camping trip all year. It’s something that we like to do every year. We all work at a busy hospital, so we need to get out into nature and away from the bustling city. Work has always been stressful. Being a neurosurgeon is demanding. It involves incredibly long hours and such high stakes. One wrong move can end a life in a second. It’s a responsibility I don’t take lightly. It’s no better for Paul or the girls, either. Paul is an accomplished cardio surgeon-not like I’d ever admit that to his face, it’s good to keep him on his toes-and both girls are nurses. The constant pressure, the weight of expectations... It’s a lot. But out here in the mountains, I feel like I can breathe again. It’s just the rustling of the trees. Nature doesn’t care about surgeries, patients, and deadlines. I like to remind myself that there is life outside the hospital walls.

As we get to the clearing, we reach a large pond. I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a moment, letting nature heal me from the inside. It is peaceful here, a world away from the constant buzz of the city.

“Wow, just look at that view,” Emma says, the awe clear in her voice as we gaze out across the peaceful water. “It looks like something out of a painting.”

“Let’s get a selfie!” Gigi suggests, already reaching into her pocket to pull out her cell.

I watch the girls hold each other closely, angling the phone so the lush greenery and the bright blue water are visible behind them as they pose. They snap picture after picture, giggling over them before turning to the pond to take some more. I tear my eyes away from them, and as I do, I notice that Paul is staring, too. I lick my lips as they suddenly feel dry and realize I need a drink.

I sit down on a nearby rock as I take my backpack off. It’s good to rest my feet for a bit. I’m not unfit by any means, but a hike out here isn’t quite the same as running on a treadmill.

“How about we have our lunch while we’re here?” I suggest. I look at the map attached to my bag and the compass, then at my watch. “It’s two hours back to camp, and it shouldn’t be getting dark for another three or four, so we’ve got time to rest up and get some pictures.” We’re already all set up in a safe zone, so we don’t need to worry about putting our tent up when we get back.

“Sure, great idea, Daddy,” Emma agrees before pulling her own bag off. She grabs her lunch and looks at her cousin. “Gigi, come on! Let’s eat over here.”

The two of them dart off, their laughter trailing behind them as they find a patch of grass bathed in sunlight. They drop their bags and sit cross-legged, pulling out their snacks and chatting about something I can’t quite hear. I watch them for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

“So, how’s the training been going?” Paul asks to the left of me. He plonks down on the ground before taking a drink from his thermos.

My eyes jerk back to the girls. Without him elaborating, I know what he is asking me. He’s not asking about my gym regime. He’s talking about MindWarp-a hypnosis program. I’ll admit, when I first stumbled across the idea, I wasn’t convinced it would work, but boy was I proven wrong. It was actually one of my patient’s family members who mentioned they’d used the hypnosis course to help manage their pain-no meds, just focus and suggestions.

Curiosity got the better of me, and not for the benefit of my patients. No, what I had in mind was much more exciting. My daughter Emma had been in my sight for years. I’d been fantasizing about fucking her since we’d been working together. Seeing her in that nurse’s uniform was what ultimately encouraged me to take the plunge. I couldn’t let this slip through my fingers. How could I possibly resist?

The course had five lessons, each delving into the specifics of guiding someone, recognizing the right state, and effectively planting suggestions. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.

My first few attempts were a bit messy. I couldn’t get Emma to go under properly. Still, I kept at it. I practiced in every spare moment I could, running through the steps until I got it right. That first time… I couldn’t believe it.

I’ve unlocked something powerful, and I’ve been addicted from the first moment I had her under me and moaning. But I could never keep something like this to myself. Of course I told Paul about it-I couldn’t let him miss out on something like this, especially when he had Gigi.

“Training?” Emma pipes up. “What training?”

My heart lurches as she overhears us, and I panic for a moment. “Uh, I was thinking about doing another charity walk for the hospital,” I lie. Well, it’s not a complete lie. Paul and I always do fundraisers at work, and we’ve been talking about another one recently.

“Oh, cool!” Gigi agrees. “I can get the nursing team on it! They all love you, Uncle James.”

“Awww, thanks, Gigi,” I tell her with false glee. “That would be great!”

I shove my ham and cheese sandwich in my mouth as an excuse not to speak anymore. It isn’t long before Paul and I finish eating, and then he stands and gestures towards the pond.

“Like old times?” Paul challenges, his grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he scans the rocky edges of the water for the perfect skipping stone.

I smirk, rising from the rock I’d been sitting on. “You’re on,” I say, brushing my hands on my pants and following him. We both instinctively move a bit farther from the girls, giving them their space while carving out a little of our own so we can continue our conversation. The sound of their giggles and chatter fades into the background as we walk further. Paul crouches to pick up a stone.

“Flat enough?” I ask, grabbing one of my own and giving it a testing flick in my palm.

“Better than yours,” he shoots back, standing up. “You never were great at this.”

“Oh, come on!” I laugh, stepping up to the edge of the water. “I wiped the floor with you last time.”

“Last time was fifteen years ago, and I’m pretty sure I let you win,” Paul counters, lining up his throw.

“Sure, you did,” I say, rolling my eyes. I angle my body toward the pond and take a breath. “Guess it’s time for a rematch.”

Paul hurls his rock first. It skips four times, each hop leaving ripples that expand out across the water. He turns to me with a smug look. “Beat that.”

I pull my arm back and launch my rock, watching as it skips once, twice, three times… four… five. I can’t help but grin as it finally plunges into the water and disappears.

Paul groans. “Show-off.”

“It’s called precision,” I tease. “You should try it sometime.”

“James, I’m literally one of the best surgeons in my department.” He glares at me.

“You just keep telling yourself that,” I tell him with a grin.

I glance back at the girls. They’re not paying us any attention, so I can risk revisiting what we both really want to talk about.

My brother reads my mind because he says, “Go on then, tell me. You should see what I’ve been up to with Gigi.” Paul started training Gigi with hypnosis only a week or so after myself, and we’ve been competing with each other since. “Fuck, that girl is something special. Her pussy is so fucking tight, man. It’s like a fucking dream.”

I chuckle. I can believe it. My niece is just as stunning as my daughter. They both got most of their genetics from us-tall and blonde. They have perky tits and tight asses, and not to mention how sweet and cute they are. And such daddy’s girls. We’ve both hit the jackpot in life-high-paying, rewarding jobs, amazing houses, fancy cars, and two daughters who will do absolutely anything under hypnosis.

“I bet. But there’s no way you can beat what I’ve been up to with Emma,” I boast, a dirty smirk on my face as I look back at my daughter from a distance, pretending to still be thinking about skipping rocks. “Taught her how to do the splits on my cock the other night.”

“Fuck off! You did not!” Paul shoots back, and I can see the jealousy and desire on his face. His reaction thrills me, giving me the confidence to share even more.

“Yep. In the ass too,” I share, then I line my stone up again and smugly skip it. It doesn’t go as far this time, but I don’t even care because I know my brother is staring at me in shock and awe.

Paul groans, and I know he’s thinking about it. Emma has always been flexible. She loved gymnastics growing up and is still really into yoga and wellness. It’s kept her fit, trim, and ridiculously bendy.

“Man, you’re so full of shit,” he says eventually. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

I laugh, but it’s then that I get an idea. Why haven’t I thought about this before? “Well, why don’t you find out for yourself? Then you can be the judge. Unless you’re chicken?” I challenge. “Maybe I can teach Gigi a thing or two?” The idea of teaching my niece how to do it, too, makes me feel hot, arousal starting to burn in the pit of my stomach.

Paul smirks. “You know what, James? I think that’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said,” he says. “That’s a perfect idea.”

“Boo!”

I nearly jump out of my skin, my heart leaping into my throat as Gigi pops up behind me. I exchange a look with Paul, hoping we weren’t overheard, but I know I’m being paranoid.

“Gigi!” I exclaim, turning to see her grinning mischievously.

“It’s a good thing he’s not got a bad heart,” Paul comments, more than used to his daughter’s playful behavior after all these years.

She giggles uncontrollably, clearly proud of herself.

I shake my head, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “You’re lucky I don’t scare easily,” I tell her, playfully narrowing my eyes at her.

“Did too!” she says between laughs, skipping away before I can pretend to retaliate.

“Dad, we’re going swimming,” Emma tells us, already stripping out of her clothes. “You coming?” she asks, hopping on one foot as she takes off her walking boots. She strips down until she’s wearing nothing but a bikini underneath. I don’t know why I’m surprised, but she loves wild swimming, and it’s such a hot day. The water probably feels like heaven.

“We’ll skip it this time,” Paul says, sitting down, “but thanks.”

We both sit back down, not even pretending to skip rocks anymore now that the girls are practically naked in front of us. I feel my cock twitch in my trousers, thickening as I watch them mess around, splashing each other, wild and free. I know that Paul is having a similar problem. I pull my shirt down further to cover the evidence of my arousal.

As I watch Gigi splash around, her tits bouncing in that tiny bikini top, I think about how she’s going to feel. I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought about fucking her. I’m human-no man on this planet wouldn’t want either of them. My eyes flit between her and Emma and I wonder about the little differences between them. Gigi is skinnier and slightly shorter. I can’t help but fantasize about how tight her pussy must be. My cock isn’t exactly small. I know for a fact that it’s thicker and longer than Paul’s, which has granted me lifelong bragging rights. I start to dream about the tight heat of her. I can’t wait to show Gigi a good time tonight.

I clear my throat, my thoughts running away with me. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

“Come on, let’s head back,” I say. “Looks like it’s getting dark.” It’s not, but we both know what I really want.

Paul grins. “Eager much?”

“You fucking bet. I’m not wasting another second.”

***

By the time the sun starts to dip low on the horizon, we are back at our cozy camp. Paul and I grab a beer each and enjoy watching the sunset, the sky illuminated with shades of pink and orange.

The girls have taken charge of dinner as a thank you for being invited on yet another family holiday with us. It’s only because me and Paul are so well respected within the hospital that we manage to take our time off together, so really, they should be grateful to have such amazing dads.