The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Janine had been prepared to return to the beach the next day. She’d woken up several times in the night, dripping with arousal at the idea of another day prancing around on the sand, every set of eyes on her and her sister.

Of course, only one set of eyes mattered, and they belonged to the man sleeping in the bed next to them.

To Daddy.

She groaned—it must have been louder than she’d thought, because the sound woke her sister. Jessa immediately called her out for being such an easily-awoken slut, and it wasn’t long before their hands were buried in each other’s snatches as they whispered insults at each other, getting off just a few feet away from their step-father.

From Daddy.

They’d fallen back to sleep, entangled in each other’s arms, and the process had repeated several times.

The next morning, they awoke, put on their bikinis, and were met with bad news.

“An art gallery?” Jessa asked, the fury in her voice sending a pulse straight to her sister’s pussy.

“That’s right,” he said with a casual smile. “I thought I’d show you two some culture.”

Janine wanted to object. She wanted to point out that they were dressed for the beach, not to stroll around a bunch of old pictures. She wanted to tell her step-father what an idiot he was. She wanted to sink to her knees, and share her anger by taking his huge cock into her mouth. She was so mad, she wanted him to cum onto her bikini and have Jessa lick it off.

She wanted to kiss her sister, sharing their step-father’s seed between their mouths as he watched….

But before she could say anything, he shot them the Look, and Janine fell silent.

What was the point in arguing? It would just make her even more mad.

The girls were unsurprised to find that the art gallery was almost completely empty. It was perfect beach weather—who was going to come look at paintings of long-dead fruit by long-dead artists?

To make matters worse, it turned out their step-father was an art enthusiast. Every time they entered a new room, he gave a small sigh of satisfaction, and shared a fact or three about the incredibly boring artists who had worked on the dullest pieces of art ever created.

It was infuriating. Everything he said, every noise he made…even his gestures completely rubbed the two sisters up the wrong way, and soon they were thrumming with arousal.

“Oh my fucking god,” Jessa moaned into Janine’s ear. “If he tells us one more fact about the American Renaissance, I swear, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

“Let him fuck your ass?” Janine whispered back, and Jessa nodded.

“Please,” she begged.

The one advantage of Daddy’s passion for art—it had apparently distracted him enough that he hadn’t given them the Look since they entered, not even once.

Janine was surprised to find that she almost missed it. It was like getting a jolt of pure adrenaline. It made her aware of every part of her body…it made her feel alive.

She hated it and loved it all at once.

“This artist died young,” the man droned. “Too young, if you ask me.”

As he stepped into the next room, Janine surprised her sister—and herself—by grabbing Jessa’s arms and pinning her against the wall. Jessa let out a small gasp, but before she could say anything, Janine’s tongue was halfway down her throat, her hands roaming around her sister’s body.

“You’re such a dirty slut,” she growled, and her sister just nodded, her eyes watering with need.

The two of them made out for a few more moments before Janine pulled away, grabbing Jessa’s arm and tugging her into the room Daddy had disappeared into.

As he droned on about the subtle influences of Warhol which had crept into all art in the second half of the twentieth century, Jessa took advantage of his distracted state to run her hand down her sister’s back, before firmly grasping Janine’s pert teenage ass.

When their step-father leaned in to examine the specifics of a dull-looking sculpture, Janine pushed things further by cupping her sister’s pussy, then quickly leaned forward and bit Jessa’s left nipple through her bikini top.

Every time their step-father moved into another room, they would linger behind, using the time to make out and leave the other gasping.

There was no one around, but they wouldn’t have been able to stop themselves even if the room had been full. They would have willingly made out in front of anyone who wanted to watch their incestuous embrace.

“You’re an ignorant slut,” Jessa informed her sister, as they made out beside a picture of a room with impossible geometry. “You’re worthless. Even I can’t stand you, and I’m your sister.”

“You’re nothing but a cumbucket,” Janine groaned into Jessa’s ear, before moving her mouth to her sister’s neck. “You were born to take Daddy’s seed inside you; that’s all you’re good for. That’s all you’ll ever be good for.”

“You’re the only thing in the world less fun than his lectures,” Jessa hissed, as their chaperone made his way into a room full of abstract sculptures. “The only reason they let you in here is because you make everything else look more interesting by comparison.”

“Daddy’s going to kick you out of the house as soon as he knocks you up,” Janine said, pushing her sister against a large portrait of a man with bronze hair. “He’s going to put a baby in you then throw you out like a piece of trash.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jessa replied, letting out a long, shuddering moan. “God you’re so fucking perfect.”

By the time they reached the end of the gallery, the two girls were dripping, itching with sexual energy, desperate. Their step-father hadn’t noticed a thing, so delighted was he by the art that the girls had completely failed to absorb in any way.

“I’ll go get the car,” he said, throwing them a smile—but not, to their surprise, a Look. “You two wait here.”

As soon as he left, Jessa straddled her sister, bare skin pressing against bare skin. If anyone had walked in, they may well have thought they were witnessing a piece of erotic art—the two girls’ perfect bodies practically melded into one as they kissed, writhing against each other in arousal, wearing nothing but their skimpy bikinis in the formal room.

“Please,” Jessa begged. “Please…I need it. I need to cum.”

“Sluttt…” Janine sighed in pleasure, and Jessa nodded fervently in response. “Here?”

“Anywhere,” Jessa said insistently. “Please. Just touch me.”

Janine glanced around—they were alone in the lobby of the gallery, but security cameras were dotted around the room, and the large glass walls didn’t offer any degree of privacy.

“What if someone sees?”

“Let them,” Jessa pleaded. “Oh, god…I want them to see. I want them to see how hot you get me. I want them to see how badly I want to fuck you. Please, Janine, I need it so much.”

As she erotically babbled, Jessa’s hand had made its way between Janine’s legs, and was firmly rubbing the front of her bikini briefs. Janine could feel her willpower fading at the familiar touch of her sister’s talented hand.

“Just wanna cum,” Jessa continued. “Please. Please. Wanna cum for Daddy. Let Jessa cum for Daddy…”

Janine let out an involuntary moan, and nodded.

“Fine,” she said with a hiss. “You exhibitionistic tramp. God, what kind of a harlot wants to get off in a public place like this. You’re dumb as a rock. Dumb…as…a…rock…”

As she insulted her sister, Janine’s hand had slipped under Jessa’s bikini briefs, which had been soaked by the sound of her degrading words.

Slipping two fingers inside her sister’s pussy, Janine knew that it wouldn’t take much to get her off. Their new father’s infuriating choice of venue, combined with his intolerable art lectures…they’d essentially just experienced two hours of pure foreplay, and now her sister was as primed as she’d ever been.

But before her thumb could find Jessa’s throbbing clit, Janine’s sister surprised her by letting out a gasp.

Janine looked up to find the cause of her sister’s reaction.

Their step-father was parked outside, and he had a clear view of what they were doing.

Even through the lobby, through the building’s windows, and the windshield of the car, there was no mistaking it.

He was giving him That Look.

Jessa tried desperately not let her arousal show as Daddy slowly searched through each of his pockets for the room key. The car ride back to the hotel had been spent in complete silence—the man their mother had married hadn’t said a word, hadn’t even hummed.

He’d just let them baste in the supreme awkwardness caused by what he’d just witnessed.

He’d seen them making out. No, more than that—he’d seen them touching each other. He’d seen one sister put her hand between the other sister’s legs.

He knew what they were doing.

Daddy had watched them touch each other.

And then he’d given them That Look.

“Found it,” he finally grunted, inserting the key clumsily into the slot.

Was that how he’d insert himself into her? Jessa wondered, barely able to stop herself from groaning at the thought.

She hated her new step-father so much.

And dear god did she want him to fuck her.

To Jessa and Janine’s dismay, the small light flicked red, and a confused look came across Daddy’s face.

“Maybe I have to do it faster,” he mused, slipping the keycard in and out and in out, picking up speed as he did

Jessa’s eyes widened as she realized…that time, she hadn’t managed to hold her groan back.

She’d just moaned at the sight of her step-father trying to unlock a door.

“Maybe we need a replacement,” she gasped, and Daddy nodded.

“I’ll go get one from reception. You two wait here.”

As soon as he stepped away, the girls’ hands were all over each other. Every inch of Jessa’s skin felt alive, electric.

Exposed.

Exposed to Daddy.

She moaned again as Janine’s mouth met hers, as her sister roughly pinched her nipples and grabbed her tits. She moaned even louder as Janine’s hand crudely groped her ass, and pressed against the gusset of her bikini bottom with two fingers.

And she moaned loudest of all when she saw that Daddy had returned, and was watching the two sisters make out.

Daddy was watching their incestuous embrace. He was watching his new step-daughters kiss each other, touch each other like sisters never could. He was watching something that millions on the internet would have paid any amount of money to see.

And as he did, he was giving them That Look.

“Got it,” he said with a dark smile, holding up the new keycard. The girls tried to move apart so he could unlock the door, but they couldn’t. Jessa’s need to feel Janine’s touch was more powerful than her desire to breathe, and it was clear that Janine felt the same way. Despite the fact that Daddy was back, that Daddy was watching, they continued to touch each other, to grope each other, to explore each other’s mouths with their tongue.

Jessa knew she would never tire of the taste of her sister’s mouth. She wanted nothing more than to kiss her sister, to let Daddy see how she kissed, to make out with Janine for Daddy, to get Daddy hard, to get Daddy off…

After a few minutes, the older man managed to find a path through the girls’ writhing bodies and unlock the door. The teenagers spilled into the room, followed by the methodical plod of their stepfather.

This time, they didn’t make their way into the bathroom and close the door behind them. For reasons they could neither explain nor understand, they knew that wasn’t an option.

Instead, the two lithe girls tumbled onto the bed that they’d shared the night before.

Their step-father settled into a chair in the corner of the room, and leaned forward intently.

As the girls urgently undressed each other, stripping the small pieces of fabric from the other, they tried desperately to avoid looking into the corner of the room.

They knew if they did, they risked exposing themselves to the full force of That Look.