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No More Limits Ch. 10

Session 33:

"When Marcie and I started to hook up, she had less spare time for you."

Nod.

I'd considered erasing Marcie and myself hooking up out of Lucy's memories entirely. That would be safer, when she inevitably found out what had happened to her best friend.

But...after seeing what happened to Marcie when she was presented with evidence of something that didn't match her altered memories, I didn't really want to take any risk.

And so I'd gone in the other direction.

"You were jealous of Marcie for getting to sleep with me, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"And you were jealous of me for getting to hook up with Marcie, right?"

"Right."

A week ago...hell, even a few days ago, that would have made me smile. But now...I was doing damage control.

There was nothing fun about that.

"And so she started coming around less and less. Whenever we wanted to hook up, I'd go to hers."

Nod.

I continued for fifteen minutes, spinning the tale of their friendship deteriorating. I kept in Marcie coming over after she got back from vacation, and telling Lucy that she and I were hooking up. I even left in the part where she called me "master" - Mom had been there for that, and I didn't want Lucy shutting down if she said something.

When it was done, I leaned back and sighed. Now, at least it would take Lucy a few days to notice something was up when she didn't hear from Marcie - and hopefully she wouldn't be as crushed to learn what had happened to her.

But I still hadn't gotten any closer to my ultimate goal. After a week of prep, of getting Lucy excited for a world where she could be her brother's sex slave...nothing. I wasn't any closer.

All that time, wasted.

As I went to wake my sister up, a thought struck me.

Was it wasted?

Obviously I couldn't go down the path that I'd been intending to - not without risking Lucy going as catatonic as Marcie had. (I shuddered at the thought.) But that didn't mean that I had to start over.

After all, my sister had these fantasies. Maybe I couldn't shape the world to ensure they came true...but that didn't mean that I couldn't use them.

Glancing at the clock, I knew it'd have to wait for another time. I was fast reaching the half-hour time limit that I'd set. Going any longer than this made me uncomfortable - I'd gotten away with it with Mom, but there was no way of knowing whether I'd be able to do the same with Lucy.

Wait, no. There was a way.

"After you and Marcie fight, you come into my room and I hypnotize you."

Nod.

"After waking you up, I hypnotize you again, straight away."

Nod.

"Does anything about that seem suspicious to you?"

"No. I trust you. You'd never do anything that wasn't for my benefit."

I smiled. All this time, I'd been worrying for nothing.

Rolling up my proverbial sleeves, I decided to get to work.

Session 34:

It didn't take long to wake Lucy up from the last hypothetical (I wanted to lock in her distance from Marcie before I started exploring what else I could do) and put her under again.

True to her word, she didn't even bat an eyelid.

"Would you tell me why you like being hypnotized?" I asked. I knew there was more important stuff on the agenda, but I had to know.

"Yes."

"Why do you like being hypnotized?"

"It makes me feel closer to you," Lucy said, and I smiled. That was a sweet thing to say...and it was sort of true, too. Our sessions were bringing us closer together - far closer than she knew.

"Okay," I said. "You wish you were your brother's slave, don't you?"

"Yes," she said, and even though the word came out in a monotone, there was a distinct moan-ish quality to it.

"You want to fulfill your brother's every sexual urge, don't you?"

"Yes," she monotone moaned. Moanotoned. Mono-moaned?

"You wish that your only purpose in life was to get him off, don't you?"

"Yes."

"If you could, you'd spend your every waking hour wrapped around his cock, getting it hard and making it cum again and again and again..."

Now I was starting to get carried away.

"Right?"

"Yes."

We both wanted it so bad. And I knew we were close - we were so close.

So what the fuck was stopping it?

"So why don't you?"

"Because," my sister said, her blank eyes staring into mine. "It wouldn't be right."

"Why?"

"Incest is wrong," my sister repeated.

"Why?" I asked again, feeling like a kid bugging their parents.

"It just is," she said, and a hint of sadness entered her monotone.

That felt a lot like a dead end. The only thing that I could really do from there was tell her that no, incest wasn't wrong...and that was what had lead to her best friend Blue Screen of Death-ing.

So I had to try another tack.

"Okay," I said, after a few seconds to think. "You want to serve your brother, right?"

"Yes," she montoned insistently.

"But you can't do anything sexual with him because it's wrong."

"Yes."

"But there are other ways that you can serve him, aren't there?"

There was a pause, and I could almost see the gears in my sister's hypnotized head turning.

"Yes," she eventually admitted.

"Like what?"

"I could make breakfast for him."

"Good," I said, and I swear she preened slightly at the praise.

My sister making breakfast for me was a nice bonus. She's pretty good in the kitchen.

I mean, I guess it had always been part of the long-term plan. My sister, naked in the kitchen, obeying my every command. The delicious breakfast hadn't exactly been the goal, but I guess the time between getting off has got to be filled somehow.

"What else?"

"I could help him with his homework."

Sure.

"What else?"

For the next few minutes, my sister continued to list mundane chores that she could help me out with around the house. As she did, I was surprised to see her breathing getting faster, and a slight pink appear in her cheeks.

"It would be sexy to be a servant for your brother, wouldn't it?"

"Yes."

"Wouldn't it be hot to treat him as your master?"

"Yes."

"Don't you wish you were his personal slave?"

"Yes."

"He wouldn't even have to know, would he?"

"No."

"It would be hot to be your brother's secret slave."

Nod.

"Say it."

"It would be hot to be my brother's secret slave."

"Tell me that you want to be my secret slave."

"I want to be your secret slave."

"Do you know what else you could do for your brother?"

"What?"

"You'd do anything, wouldn't you?"

There was a pause, and I realized that I'd gotten carried away. I was hard as a rock at the sight of my panting sister, practically getting off just at the idea of making my bed in the morning.

"As long as it wasn't incest."

"Yes."

"Say that you'd do anything for your brother, as long as it wasn't incest."

"I'd do anything for my brother, as long as it wasn't incest."

"One thing you could do for your brother is give him something to look at."

There was a pause as I let that sink in.

"You've been teasing your brother for months now, haven't you?"

"Yes," she said, after a reluctant pause.

"It's not incest if it's only teasing, is it?"

Again, that reluctance, but eventually she admitted that it wasn't.

I considered telling her that I wouldn't notice, using the same lines that I had on Mom. That family didn't notice each other sexually, or that it was totally safe...but something held me back.

To begin with, it probably wouldn't work. Telling my sister that siblings never noticed each other sexually wasn't going to fly when she was getting herself off every night thinking of my cock.

But more than that...it was totally counter to my goals. I wanted my sister to embrace the taboo of what we were doing, to revel in the inherent wrongness of her own feelings. Pretending that I wasn't going to check her out ran counter to that - she already saw me as a sexual being, and for my long-term plans to work, I needed to lean into that.

"Imagine your brother getting hard at the sight of your body."

There was a pause, and the blush deepening on Lucy's cheeks told me that she was doing what I'd suggested.

"Hypothetical: you start acting as your brother's secret slave."

Nod. No hesitation.

"You get more and more turned on every time you do something for him."

My sister nodded, fast and furious.

"Whenever he innocently asks you for something, you do it immediately."

Nod. I hadn't been sure how well she'd take that one, but it was clear that I was in 'the zone'.

"You spend the entire weekend obeying your brother's every command."

Nod.

"You're his secret slave, aren't you?"

"Yes," she panted.

"You spend all day anticipating his whims, trying to please him, and he never even notices.

Nod.

"That makes it even hotter, doesn't it? You're his secret slave, secret even from him."

Nod.

"It becomes your life."

Nod.

"All day, every day, whenever you're at home you're doing favors for your brother."

Nod.

"Whenever he orders you to do something, you obey immediately."

Nod.

"You're in a constant sexual haze, aren't you?"

"Yesss..."

"One day, he mentions that he likes your tight blue jeans. What do you do?"

There was a pause - it was so brief that if I hadn't been looking for it, I would have thought that she'd answered immediately. But it was there.

"I put on my tight blue jeans."

"Why?"

"Because..."

Again, that tiny pause.

"...he likes them."

I grinned.

"Your brother is a hot-blooded male, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"What do men like?"

My sister's forehead creased for a moment, but she soon began listing stuff.

"Steak. Blowjobs. Action movies. Football. Stewardesses. Gadgets. Tom Sell-..."

I cut her off, despite my curiosity about how long she'd be able to list stuff.

"Stop."

As she stopped, I saw a slight shiver go through her body. She was really getting off on obeying me.

This was going to be fun.

"Your brother is a straight guy, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"What do straight guys like?"

"Blowjobs. Women. Bikinis. Short skirts. Legs. Boobs. Sex with women. Facials..."

This time I did let her go on for a while. Eventually, when it was clear that she was running out of stuff, I began talking again.

"Men like being teased, don't they?"

"Yes."

"Straight men like women in skimpy clothing, especially if it's for them. Right?"

"Yes," my sister said, this time without delay.

"Your brother would like it if you wore less clothing around the house, wouldn't he?"

"Yes."

"It would be fun to do what your brother likes, wouldn't it?"

"Yes."

"It would be hot to tease your brother, wouldn't it?"

"Yes."

"It wouldn't be incest though, would it?"

"No," Lucy said, after a long pause.

"Hypothetical: you decide to become your brother's secret slave."

Nod.

"You obey his every non-sexual command, and do what you can to make his life better."

Nod.

"You're constantly turned on, your mind overtaken by lust."

Nod.

"And you tease him, dressing in skimpy clothing as you do."

Pause.

Shiver.

Nod.

Session 35:

That weekend was a blast. I didn't have to lift a finger - every time I wanted something, either Lucy was already on her way with it, or all I had to do was ask.

On top of that, the show was back. She must have changed outfits at least a dozen times over the course of the two days - short skirts, bikinis, tank tops. When Mom came home on Saturday night, Lucy was wearing a white button-up shirt and a tiny denim skirt with a thong underneath.

Only one button of the shirt was done up, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Mom didn't say anything, of course - honestly, I don't know if she even noticed.

After all, as far as she's concerned: family don't notice what each another are wearing.

But the best part was that unlike before, when I had to pretend not to notice when Lucy was leaning over in front of me and giving me a generous view of her cleavage (with a hint of nipple), I could stare as frankly as I liked.

No, more than that: Lucy wanted me to stare. She'd get down on her knees in front of me (to pick up something I'd dropped or whatever) and then stay there, biting her lip slightly as she noticed me staring directly down her top.

Her breathing would get faster and faster as she watched me checking her out, and then her eyes would flick down to my boner, and she'd make some excuse to leave.

When she came back, her face would be bright pink, and she'd be wearing a completely new outfit - one sluttier than before.

It didn't take a genius to work out what she was running off to do.

By Sunday night, she was wearing something clearly not appropriate for around the house. I don't think she even cared any more - she'd taken my comment about being in a sexual stupor to heart, and now she was just letting her pussy do the thinking.

It was a set of black lingerie - I'd guess that she stole it from Mom's wardrobe, except I know that Mom doesn't own anything like that (because I didn't buy it for her). Either Lucy had gone shopping at some point since our sessions began, or - and I don't know why this thought turned me on so much - she'd owned extremely naughty underwear even before I'd started working on her.

She looked great in it. I mean, you could make the argument that I'd think Lucy looked great in anything, but she really did rock this particular outfit.

It probably helped that there was practically nothing to it.

They were basically just a thong and a bra...except without any of the material you'd expect a thong and bra to come with. Really, it was a set of black straps - the only thing that stopped them from revealing everything was the black fringe that hung down over her nipples and crotch.

Every time she moved, swayed, flounced, or was hit by the slightest of breezes, the fringe would shift, and for a single tantalizing moment, you could see everything.

Then, just as quickly, the fringe would settle, and it was all hidden once more.

Incredible.

The moment I saw them, my eyes practically fell out of my head, and just my reaction was enough to make Lucy whimper with lust. We just stood there for a few minutes, me staring at her ridiculous body, her getting increasingly flushed, her nipples hardening, her breathing turning into panting.

Less than five minutes after she walked into the room, she turned around again, leaving me watching as that perfect ass sashayed out of the room.

This time, I followed her.

I entered her room without knocking - if her guilty look hadn't been enough to tell me what she'd been up to, the smell of female arousal in the room - or the position of her hands - would have.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, and when I told her to be quiet, her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure.

She didn't question me when I told her I was going to put her under. And when I had her staring blankly at me a few minutes later, I didn't hesitate to execute the next part of my plan.

"Hypothetical: the attention from your brother turns you on."

Nod. It would have been pretty silly if she'd tried to deny that.

"Whenever it gets to be too much, you go into your room and masturbate."

Nod.

"Your brother hasn't noticed that you're his secret slave."

Nod.

"But a part of you wishes that he would."

Lucy nodded without even a whiff of hesitation.

"You fantasize about your brother ordering you around, treating you like his property."

Nod.

"You wish that he would do that for real."

Nod.

"You wish that he would dominate you, so you could be his submissive."

Nod.

"It would be wrong to do anything sexual with him, wouldn't it?"

"Yes."

"It would be wrong to commit incest with your brother."

Nod.

"But being a slave doesn't have to be sexual, does it?"

Slight pause, followed by a soft "No."

"You've been a slave all weekend, and that wasn't sexual, was it?"

"No."

"It wouldn't be incest if you agreed to be his slave around the house, would it?"

"No."

"You can be your brother's slave without it being incest."

Nod.

"Say it."

"I can be my brother's slave without it being incest."

"You want to be your brother's slave, even though it's not sexual."

Nod.

"Say it."

"I want to be my brother's slave, even though it's not sexual."

"You will obey your brother's every command, as long as we aren't committing incest."

Nod.

"Say it."

"I will obey my brother's every command, as long as we aren't committing incest."

"A slave is a piece of property, aren't they?"

"Yes."

"You're going to be your brother's property, aren't you?"

Lucy shivered before replying.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm going to be my brother's property."

"You are your brother's property."

Nod.

"Say it."

"I am my brother's property."

"I own you.

Nod.

"Say it."

"You own me."

"I own your body."

Nod.

"Say it."

"You own my body."

I smiled. A thought came into my head.

"Remember when I used to come and thank you each time I came?"

"Yes."

"A master shouldn't have to thank his slave, should he?"

"No."

"I own your body, don't I?"

"Yes."

"That means I decide what happens to it, don't I?"

There was a pause, and I realized I was getting ahead of myself.

"As long as we don't commit incest, I decide what happens to your body, don't I?"

"Yes," my sister replied without hesitation.

"I turn you on, and I should decide when you get off."

Nod.

"I want to know how much I turn you on."

"So much...-" Lucy moaned, but I cut her off before she could continue.

"Not right now. The rest of the time - when you cum, I want to be told about it. I want to know all the details; what you thought about, how you got yourself off. And then..."

I grinned broadly, drunk on the power I had over my almost-naked sister.

"And then I want you to thank me."

Session 36:

I didn't go much further that session. After getting her to repeat everything back, I put it in place with a hypothetical and woke her up.

You could make the argument that I could have pushed things farther than I did, but I already felt like I was in a dangerous area. Marcie's face still haunted me (when Lucy's body wasn't distracting me) and without anyone to test stuff out on, I wanted to move slowly.

For a given definition of slowly, anyway.

But it all went off without a hitch - it took me a little bit of time to slip into the dominant role that I'd set up, but ordering my sister around was something I'd been fantasizing about for years, and soon I was really enjoying ordering her around. I even started pushing things a little bit - ordering her to flash me her panties (on the rare occasion she wore something to cover them), rub her body against me (avoiding genital-to-genital contact, of course) and describing the stuff I'd do to her if she wasn't my sister.

She got so wet so fast - after just a few minutes of me telling her how much I wanted to plunge my cock deep into her wetness, she'd go bright red and practically run to her room...

...and then come back a few minutes later to thank me, and describe her fantasies back to me.

After a few days of this, I was confident that she wasn't going to suddenly break, and that I could safely start pushing her limits even more, trying to take things to the next level.

I was also going up the wall with frustration. I was so close - my sister was wearing what I told her to, doing everything I ordered her to do, and describing her sexual fantasies to me in great detail.
In real life.

I'd gotten so far. I was so close.

But I wasn't quite there yet.

"You're my slave."

Nod.

"Say it."

"I'm your slave."

"I own your body."

Nod.

"Say it."

"You own my body."

"Is there anything you won't let me do?"

"Yes," Lucy said quietly, and her blank eyes shifted slightly, as if trying to avoid eye-contact.

"What?"

"Anything sexual."

I would have laughed, if the situation wasn't so frustrating. I don't know what you'd call rubbing against someone and telling them what you thought about when you got off if not sexual.

I took a deep breath. I wanted to take a cold shower, but I couldn't.

Not while I was so close.

"Why not?"

"Because," my sister said, her lips tightening slightly. "It would be wrong."

"Would it?" I asked hopelessly.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"What if we lived in a world...-"

I cut myself off. Tempting though it was, I didn't want to go down that path again.

An image of Marcie flashed through my head, my sister's best friend silently sobbing as she took her clothes off.

I couldn't.

"Okay." I said, after a few minutes of thought. So I'd hit a limit? That's what I was good at. That's what I'd spent all this time getting very, very good at.

"Okay," I repeated. "You won't commit incest."

Nod.

All I had to do was redefine incest. All I had to do was move the boundary of what was and wasn't incest.

And that was something I knew was doable.

What's more, I had a great idea of how to do it.

"Is being naked near each other incest?"

There was a long pause, but before my sister could answer, I butted in.

"If a brother and a sister accidentally walk in on each other while naked, is that incest?"

"No."

"So being naked near each other can't be incest, can it?"

There was a long pause, but my sister eventually had to admit that I was right.

"No."

"I own your body, don't I?"

"Yes."

"And so I decide what you wear."

Nod.

"You'll do whatever I want, as long as it isn't incest."

Nod.

"Being naked in front of a sibling isn't incest."

Nod.

I was fairly sure I was safe, but I wanted to check all bases before I proceeded.

"Lucy," I said slowly, not sure if I was really going to burst through this wall, "take off your clothes."

"Yes, master," she said, stood up, and started stripping.

Within a minute she was standing naked in front of me, blushing as I stared at her, my mouth open in shock and admiration.

I'd seen her topless. I'd seen her in a thong, and I'd seen her in underwear that didn't hide anything.

But there was something so...so beautiful about seeing her naked for the first time. It was like eating a recipe made up of the world's finest ingredients - they're all amazing individually, but it isn't until you put it all together that the true potential is realized.

Lucy was perfect. Her breasts sat firmly on her chest, her nipples hard and a flush running towards them from her neck. Her legs were long and toned, and she had a perfect hourglass figure. The only blemishes visible on her flawless skin were a mole to the right of her belly-button and another on her left thigh, and her pussy was neatly shaved, with a small tuft of hair right above her swollen lips.

I could have stared at her all day. Hell, I could have stared at her forever. Even as I watched, a small trickle of arousal left the slit between her legs and began running down her thigh, running out of steam just before it reached her mole.

But the plan wasn't just to admire her, enjoyable though that was.

I wanted so much more.

"Have we ever committed incest?" I asked, when I finally got my voice back.

"No," Lucy said in a monotone. I wanted to order her to pose for me, to contort her body into whatever positions I desired - into the positions that I'd desired for so long.

She would have. But I had bigger fish to fry.

"We've never committed incest."

Nod.

"When you jerked me off 34 to 37 times, that wasn't incest."

My sister's eyes widened slightly. For a second I felt guilty, like I'd tricked her...but it wasn't like I'd lied, or withheld information to fool her.

There was a long pause - almost long enough that I started to get worried - but then, eventually, she nodded.

"It isn't incest for a sister to jerk her brother off."

This time, she nodded almost instantly. My sister doesn't like being wrong - apparently enough that she'll rewire her morals just to avoid it.

"Men and women are equal."

Nod. My sister is quite the feminist, something you might not guess from how enthusiastically she took on the role of slave.

"If it isn't incest for a sister to masturbate her brother, it can't be incest for a brother to masturbate his sister."

Another slight pause, then another firm nod.

"It isn't incest for a brother to finger his sister."

Nod.

"It isn't incest for a brother to bring his sister to orgasm with his hand."

Nod.

"You'll let me bring you to orgasm with my hand."

Nod.

"You want me to bring you to orgasm with my hand."

Nod.

"Say it."

"I want you to bring me to orgasm with your hand."

"Again."

"I want you to bring me to orgasm with your hand."

"You need it."

Nod.

"Say it."

"I need it."

"Tell me how much you need me to touch you."

"Oh please," Lucy whimpered. If I hadn't been listening for the monotone, I might not have noticed it - her voice was so desperate, so thick with lust. "Please, touch me. Please, bring me off. I need it so much. I need you to bring me...oh!"

Lucy's eyes fluttered back in her head as I reached between her legs. She felt different than Marcie had - much wetter, for one, and Marcie hadn't exactly been lacking in that department.

I moved my pointer and ring finger up and down her slit; her lips parted as soon as I touched them, practically begging me to enter them, but I spent a few minutes enjoying how slick my sister was, and the gasping moans as I teased her.

When I felt like she was going to break if I didn't go any further, I curled my fingers inside her, and was enveloped by her needy pussy.

For the next five minutes, I used my hands to explore Lucy's wetness, working out what she liked...and what she loved. Each time I thought she was close to cumming, I pulled back, whispered in her ear that she wasn't allowed to cum until I said she could, and paused until she'd calm down.

I'd worked out a long time ago with Marcie that when someone is turned on - I mean really turned on - they're more likely to shift their limits.

Once I'd gotten idea of how to press my sister's buttons (knowledge that I was sure would serve me for a long time to come) I withdrew my sticky fingers - to her unhappy, monotonal groan - and resumed running them up and down her slit, watching her twitch with pleasure as I did.

"Why can't I fuck you?" I asked crudely, enjoying Lucy's sharp intake of breath as I cursed in her ear.

"Because it's wrong," she panted.

"Why is it wrong?"

"Because it's incest."

She shivered at the word.

"I own you, don't I?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"You own me."

She shivered again as she said it.

"Why can't I fuck you?" I asked, deftly moving my fingers to turn her on, while carefully avoiding her most erogenous zones.

"Because it's wrong."

"Why is it wrong?"

"Because it's incest."

"But isn't that what's so hot about it?" I asked, and even before she answered out loud, Lucy's body answered the question for me.

"Yes."

"Isn't that what makes this so sexy, so intense?"

"Yes."

"Wouldn't it be even more intense if we went all the way?"

"Yes."

"Wouldn't it be so much more intense if I fucked you?"

"Yessss."

"What if I fucked you bareback?"

"Oh!" Lucy said, and I backed off for a second. She was getting close to cumming again, and I hadn't even gone near her clit.

"What if I fucked you without a condom, and came inside you? Wouldn't that be hot?"

"Yes," Lucy mono-moaned.

"Do you want me to do that?"

"Yes," she repeated.

"Can I fuck you?" I asked, and was surprised when she shook her head in response.

Damn it.

"Why can't I fuck you?"

"Because that would be incest," she insisted.

I sighed. It looked like this was a limit that I might not be able to get through.

Not yet.

"If I fucked you, that would be incest."

"Yes."

"Okay," I said, enjoying the shivers that ran through my sister's body as I moved my hand up and started softly stroking her perfect ass. "Is what we're doing now incest?"

"No," she moaned, and I gave her cute butt a light slap.

"What about that? Was that incest?"

"No..."

I slapped her harder, and for a second thought that I'd inadvertently made her cum.

"Was that incest?"

"No," she whimpered desperately.

"Just fucking, then?"

"Yes."

"Fucking is incest."

"Yes."

"But everything else is okay."

"Yes."

"Say it," I said, not sure if she'd fully registered what she'd just said.

"Fucking is incest...but everything else is okay."

"Again."

"Fucking is incest...but everything else is okay."

"Spanking is okay?"

"Yes."

"Mutual masturbation?"

"Yes."

My fingers had returned to her hungry pussy by this point, and were slowly sliding in and out; enough to stimulate her, but not enough to get her off.

"Tit-fucking?"

"Yessss."

"Facials?"

"Yes."

"Oral?"

"Yes," my sister said, and I smiled.

"I own your body."

She nodded, even as her eyes threatened to roll back in her head with frustration.

"And as long as I don't fuck you, you'll do anything I tell you to."

She nodded again.

"Say it."

"As long as you don't fuck me, I'll do anything you tell me to."

"Cum," I said, and as my sister's cunt spasmed around my fingers, I could feel an orgasm shaking across Lucy's body - the first one that I'd personally caused, but I knew it wouldn't be the last.

A smile appeared on my face.

Just one more limit to go.

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Jack's story will conclude in Unlimited, the final part of the Limits saga. Thanks to my readers for their feedback and suggestions. Your support means the world to me - send me an email.
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