The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As the morning sun gently coaxed Jason from his slumber, he found himself smiling with contentment.

Not quite willing to open his eyes just yet, Jason stretched lazily, giving his body time to wake up.

As he did, he realized that the bed felt significantly less crowded than it had when he’d dozed several hours ago. Evie must have snuck out sometime during the night.

Last night, after giving her older brother his first-ever blowjob—and subsequently getting herself off at his feet—Jason’s sister had crawled into bed next to him.

Physically and emotionally spent, Jason didn’t bother to protest. He simply made room, draped his arm over her, and promptly fell asleep.

While he did feel a tinge of loneliness at her absence, Jason knew that it was for the best.

He was pretty sure his mother had stopped checking on him in the mornings—after walking in on him with his dick out several weeks ago. But even so, there was still a chance that someone might notice Evie leaving his room in the morning.

Staring up at the ceiling, Jason found himself reflecting on the previous night. It had been... eventful.

He had received his first blowjob...and it was everything he had ever dreamt of. Amazingly, if Evie was to be believed—and he did believe her—that was also her first blowjob.

‘God damn,’ he exclaimed silently to himself. ‘If she was that good on her first time, what’s she going to be like with a little practice?’

Further, in addition to the fantastic blowjob, Evie was ready, no, she was eager, to go “all the way” with Jason.

He had wanted it, but he was too nervous. What if he did it wrong? Or what if he “popped” too quickly and embarrassed himself?

That was the real reason he had stopped his younger sister from taking his virginity, his fear and self-doubt. Of course, that’s not how he presented it to her. He remembered what he had told her as he stopped her from sitting on his prick, “You haven’t earned it.”

‘You haven’t earned it?’ Jason rolled his eyes. ‘What the fuck was that? Come to think of it, what was my deal last night in general?’

A couple of days ago, he caught himself daydreaming about Evelin being his girlfriend. And, even though he had told himself that would never work, he still liked the idea of it.

A beautiful young woman to love and cherish; it’s every man’s dream.

But last night, as she sniveled and pleaded with him, he found himself repulsed by her. It was disgusting.

When she first entered his room over a week ago, she had seemed so calm, confident, and in control. Even though he had five years on her, she had made him feel so immature and inexperienced next to her.

It was, at least in part, that maturity and strength that Jason had found so attractive.

When she was nothing more than a pitiful ball of fear at his feat last night, it was like she was a different person.

Still beautiful and damn sexy but lacking any of the traits that he respected. At that moment, Evelin ceased being an equal and turned into nothing more than an object to be used.

Jason felt so conflicted and guilty over how he had treated his sister.

‘But damn, it was hot. I don’t think I’ve ever been that turned on. I felt so powerful,’ Jason mused.

It was undeniable that Jason had some sort of latent dominant tendencies within him. And, he couldn’t wait to bring them fully to bear on Janice, his mother.

But Evie... Evie was his little sister. Was that really the type of relationship he wanted with her? Based on her reaction last night, she seemed to seriously enjoy being dominated.

‘I don’t know,’ Jason thought. ‘We’ll just have to see where things go.’

Setting aside thoughts of his younger sister, for now, Jason turned his attention to what else he had learned last night.

Assuming that Evie was even vaguely representative of how others might respond, Jason gained some valuable insight into hypnotic conditioning.

The key, it seemed, was not trying to reprogram someone but rather to amplify existing aspects of their personality.

As Evelin had described it, she has a long-held fear of being alone and losing her man. Similiar, these two fears seemed to reinforce each other.

Jason realized that, purely by accident, he had managed to refocus and amplify those fears with his initial programming.

Then, when Evie was already moving in the right direction, he—again by pure blind luck—managed to give her a big nudge.

The result was evident in her behavior last night. What had previously been an uncomfortable level of fear and anxiety, which had lead Evelin to make some poor choices, had grown into a full-on obsession.

That obsession, focused on him, had reduced his sister to a trembling ball of goo last night. She was so terrified of losing her big brother that she would have eagerly consented to nearly anything.

It was that notion which caused Jason the most guilt. He had been disgusted by Evie last night. But, to be fair, it really was his programming that had pushed her to that desperate place.

‘Dude, seriously! Stop worrying about Evie. We’ll take care of it. Just relax, and get to work.’ Jason scolded himself.

As Jason went about his usual morning household chores, dusting, mopping, laundry, etc., he tried to plan his path forward.

It had been weeks...now, and he had made no progress on his only true goal. Dominating his mother, Janice.

Not only was there no discernable progress—well, some progress if you consider the app and the testing that Evie had been helping with—but Jason was no closer to even knowing how to use the app on her.

This whole endeavor was supposed to empower him and put him in control of his life, but once again, his mother was managing to leave him feeling weak and inept. (And this time, she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.)

He had to figure something out, and it had to be soon. Even so, the fear of acting too rashy and screwing it all up weighed heavily on Jason’s mind.

Eventually, morning chores accomplished, Jason found himself seated in front of his computer, ready to resume work on the app.

As he did every time he got to work on this project, Jason pulled up his project plan to review progress and determine where he needed to focus that day.

Looking over the list of deliverables and due dates, Jason suddenly felt the world closing in on him.

He was aware of the problem, had been for a while now, but he had, thus far, successfully managed to ignore it. However, the document currently occupying his screen made that strategy no longer feasible.

The project was finished.

Not entirely; there was still a bit of work. But most of that involved administrative work. Writing up test results, documenting settings and passwords, and cleaning up any evidence that he had been using the system for his own... purposes.

His team still had a tiny bit of outstanding code, but Jason was confident that they would deliver that today or tomorrow.

Even if he dragged his feet, Jason estimated there were no more than six working days left. And, six days simply were not enough time to use the app on Beth and Janice. It might not even be enough time to finish tweaking Evie’s programming.

It was over. He had failed.

Sitting there in shock, Jason decided to do what he often did when he needed a quick escape. Look up some porn and jerk it.

Twenty minutes later, Jason was still unable to focus enough on the porn to get off. In fact, he was even having trouble keeping his dick hard.

As often happens in situations such as this, Jason found himself going deeper and deeper down the porn rabbit hole. He knew that if he didn’t find something soon, he’d wind up jerking off to something too kinky or too depraved. If that happened, he’d end up feeling disgusted with himself later.

Luckily his eye caught something interesting. It was a simple handjob video. Usually, such fair was too tame for Jason, but the actress kinda looked like Evie.

Just thirty seconds into the clip and Jason was working his stiff cock. While the action was pretty weak, the actress kept talking dirty to her partner. It was an amateur clip, and she seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself.

Dirty talk and a woman who was honestly into it...it’s a powerful combination.

There was one problem, though. The actress’s voice was nothing like his sister’s, and it kept pulling him out of the fantasy. Eventually, he just muted the video and started imagining Evelin whispering into his ear.

Over the past week or so, this exact scenario had played out, for real, right here in Jason’s bedroom. Evie’s sexy voice coaxed his libido to new heights as her deft digits enticed his manhood.

‘God, Evie has the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard,’ Jason mused to himself. ‘I bet she could almost get me off just by whispering in my ear. I would literally pay good money to listen...to...’

Jason bolted upright in his chair as he dropped his cock and reached for his mouse. Not bothering to put his dick away, he began clicking on files and skimming through their contents furiously.

Jason had an idea.

Completely lost to time, Jason’s work-trance was finally broken when the knob on his bedroom door began rattling. Thankfully he had locked it earlier.

After a second, then a third attempt to open the door, Jason was getting pretty annoyed. He assumed it was Evie and wished she would just go away.

‘God, can’t she take a hint. I’ve got shit to do!’ he fumed silently.

“Jason...Jason, are you in there?” Evelin whisper-yelled from the other side of the door.

“sigh... Evie, I’m busy; go away.” Jason whisper-yelled back.

“But I’ve been waiting to see you all day. I’ve got something to show you,” she informed him with a playful tone.

“Evie, seriously, I’m busy. You can show me tonight,” he dismissed her annoyance evident in his voice.

“It is tonight,” came her reply. She was obviously crestfallen.

“What?” Jason looked at the time. “Fuck!” he hissed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

“Jason, it’s okay.”

“I didn’t realize what time it was. I haven’t done any of my evening chores,” Jason was panicking.

“Jason, listen to me...it’s okay,” Evie tried to soothe him.

“What? How, how is it okay?

“We covered for you,” came her whispered reply.

“You did? Wait, ‘we’ who?” Jason asked.

“Beth and I.”

“Really... Beth?” Jason asked, confused.

“And I,” Evie responded, not wanting her contribution to go unnoticed. “We tried knocking on your door hours ago. When you didn’t respond, we thought maybe you were out or something. So we covered for you with Mom when she got home.

“Luckily, she had some sort of church thing tonight, so we were able to take care of everything. Mom will never know,” she finished, obvious pride in her voice.

‘Oh, she’ll know,’ Jason thought. ‘I’ll just have to check everything in the morning and make sure to cover their tracks.’

“Wow, Evie, thank you so much. I was working and completely lost track of time. You seriously saved my ass,” he continued out loud.

“Our pleasure. Now, will you let me in?” Evie asked, hope returning to her voice.

“No. Look, I’m just too busy. I’m sorry.” Jason said, returning his attention to his computer.

“But Jason...don’t you want to...you know?” Evelin pleaded, lowering her voice even more.

‘God, do I ever. Tomorrow, I just need to be strong till tomorrow so I can get this finished,’ Jason thought before replying to his little sister. “No. Please, Evie! I’m busy.“

“Okay,” came her stricken reply. “I understand...”

When Jason checked the following day, his suspicions were confirmed. His sisters hadn’t done the chores quite right. Certainly, their efforts were more than adequate by any reasonable standard, but his mother’s standards were anything but reasonable.

Even so, it didn’t take long to make up for the minor deficiencies, complete his morning chores, and return to his room to resume work on the app.

Top on his list of priorities for the day was cleaning up his backdoor access to the servers.

While he was in there clearing out the old logs, Jason made a quick check and saw that Evie had listened to the hypnotic programming for nearly five hours after she spoke with him last night.

‘Hmm, I’m glad she listened because that’s probably going to be her last chance for reinforcement...at least for a little while. I really hope her programming doesn’t unravel before I can get something else set up.’

By the end of his workday, Jason had managed to get everything cleaned up and ready to turn over.

He also received notification that the last bit of code he’d been waiting on from his subcontractors was finished.

It looked like all that was left was documentation. ‘Ugh, I hate writing documentation!’ Jason whined to himself.

He was about to get to work on his evening chores when he recalled what a huge favor his sisters had done for him the night before. ‘I really need to thank them somehow. They seriously saved my ass.’

He wasn’t entirely sure what was appropriate. On the one hand, he really didn’t owe any of them anything with all that he constantly does for them.

Then again, it was best to stay in their good graces. Especially Beth’s. ‘Yeah, but how should I thank her? I haven’t the slightest. Evie’s easy. In her current state of mind, she’d probably be more than happy to do my chores every night, just for the opportunity to make me happy.’

As that thought occurred to him, Jason recalled how dismissive he was to Evie the night before. ‘Damn it,’ he thought, ‘I’m such an asshole. She’s probably been freaking out all day worried that I was rejecting her or something.’

Hoping he could at least minimize the damage, Jason pulled out his phone and texted his little sister.

[Evie, I’m so sorry that I didn’t have time for you last night. I hope that you weren’t too upset. I promise I’ll do my best to make it up to you tonight!]

He was just about to hit send when his mind flashed back to his sexy sister kneeling before him, rubbing her pussy as she begged to be used by him.

Just that brief flash of memory was enough to get the blood flowing between his legs and to stir that recently discovered, dominant aspect he seemed to possess.

Nodding to himself, Jason deleted the unsent text and retyped it.

[Evie, be at my door five minutes past lights-out. Look sexy and be ready.]

‘And...send,’ thought Jason, as he transmitted the text and immediately regretted it. ‘Ah shit! What if I freak her out. God, I’m an idiot.’

A few minutes later, he was just about to start vacuuming when his phone chimed, indicating a text. Considering Jason had precisely zero friends, there was a 99% chance that this was Evie’s reply. His heart sank into his stomach.

Fishing out his phone and opening the app, Jason was instantly relieved.

Greeting him was a picture of Evie. Taken from a high angle, she had managed to frame her tongue sticking out with her cleavage in the background.

Below the image, she had also sent, [Yes, sir!]

Then just two seconds later, another message came in, [Sorry for how tame the image is. You deserve something sexier, but I’m with friends and can’t get away.]

Jason smiled and began to put his phone back in his pocket when it chimed again, [I can’t wait! Seeing you will be fantASStic. ;) ]

‘Okay,’ Jason thought, both relieved and intrigued. ‘That turned out better than expected.’

A few hours later, Jason was finishing up in the kitchen. As usual, Evie was likely in her room texting with friends and obsessing over Instagram.

Beth, also, as usual, was out, presumably out with friends. It occurred to Jason that Beth was a bit of an enigma. She worked during the day but was gone most evenings. He had always just assumed that she was out with friends, but honestly, he didn’t know.

It had been a couple years since they’d really spoken. Jason realized that he’d always just assumed the worst: That she was some sort of drunken party girl. After all, she did usually get home late. But, the truth is, he had no evidence of that.

Indeed, as the household launderer, he never noticed an abundance of “clubbing clothes.” (Not that he had the slightest idea what people wore to the club.)

Pondering his older sister, among other random thoughts, Jason was slightly startled when he heard the perpetually annoyed voice of his mother.

“Jason,” she said in a sharp tone, demanding his full attention.

He turned to look at her and felt his pulse instantly increase.

Janice was standing there in her frumpy, stained, and worn nightgown that Jason could remember her wearing when he was a kid.

It was purely utilitarian and barely flattering. Yet Jason’s heart skipped a beat, and his eyes involuntarily scanned her body.

The old, ratty—and likely incredibly comfortable—garment was slightly threadbare, and as a result, it clung to Janice’s curves.

Jason could clearly make out the shape of her breasts, clearly a victim of gravity deleterious effects, but also womanly and sexy.

Further, the fabric, thin as it was, did nothing to blunt the pronounced protrusions that were his mother’s nipples. Breastfeeding three children had undoubtedly taken its toll. Jason couldn’t help but salivate at the sight of the gumdrop-sized delights hinted at through the fabric.

Exacerbating the whole scene was her pose. In an attempt to look angry and authoritative, Janice had stuck out her hip, rested her hand on it, and stuck her elbow out to the side.

It was the stereotypical angry housewife pose, but she was unintentionally putting her matronly hips on full display. At the same time, her posture worked to tease Jason with a hint of her gloriously round and full backside.

“I’m guessing by the stupid look on your face that you know why I’m here?” Janice asked her son, her voice dripping with impatience.

“Hey, Mom. You...you look great,” Jason stammered. ‘What the fuck is my problem!’ Jason continued silently. ’Why is she affecting me this way? If I’m not careful, I’m going to pop a rager in front of my own mom.’

“Wha...? I look grea... What the hell is wrong with you? Do you seriously think that a lame compliment like that going to get you out of paying rent?” Janice raised her eyebrows and shook her head at him before continuing. “Your rent is due... today.”

Jason just continued staring at her. He was fully aware of what she was saying, but he was simultaneously lost in a mental fantasy in which her worn and bedraggled gown fell to the floor.

In his mind’s eye, Janice was standing there, hands on her hips; her dark nipples were erect and pointing right at him. Her full bush was glistening with the moisture of her anticipation. And her face was accented by her red lips. Pouty and parted, they teased the promises of sweet kisses and so much more.

“Jason! What the hell is wrong with you!” Janice started. She took a step toward her son, likely intent on slapping some sense into him, when she noticed the rather prominent bulge in his shorts.

“Huh, sorry, Mom,” Jason said, brought out of his head by her movement. “Yeah, rent. Umm, sure. Sorry, I was just thinking about... something...”

“It’s fine,” she said, blushing and turning away. “Just leave a check on the kitchen table. I’ll get it in the morning.”

“I’ve got my phone. I can just send you the money now,” Jason replied, reaching into his pocket.

Janice’s eyes were drawn back to his crotch from the motion of Jason retrieving his phone. Again confronted with her son’s “display,” she quickly put out her hand, making to block her vision as she turned and walked out of the room.

“Whatever, just make sure I have the money first thing tomorrow.” And with that, she disappeared down the hall and into her room.

‘Weird,’ thought Jason. ‘What the hell was her problem?’ With that, he dropped his phone back into his pocket and noticed the extra pull from the fabric. A quick glance down confirmed his fears, ‘Oh fuck! You’ve got to be kidding me!’

Not long after that, Jason was in his room waiting for his sister, Evie. He had told her to be here five minutes after lights-out. The only issue was that there was no official lights-out time.

Their mom got up early and was usually in her room by nine and asleep by nine-thirty—ten at the latest.

Based on the app telemetry, Evie was usually in bed by 10:30 or so.

She might also think he meant his bedtime...which was all over the place.

Unsure of how his sister interpreted his directive, Jason felt like an idiot for not being more specific. He had been sure to wrap everything up for today, so he could give Evelin his full attention, so now he had nothing to do but wait.

Sitting on his bed, staring at the door, he was tempted to get back on his computer. ’Argh, next time, be specific!’

It was around ten o’clock that he heard a quiet knock on his door followed by, “Jason...can I come in?”

‘Hmm, ten o’clock. I have no idea what that’s five minutes past. Then again, maybe Evie is that stereotypical woman who’s always late.’

“It’s open,” he said, setting aside his musing on punctuality and standing to greet his sister.

He had resolved to embrace this whole dominant thing he was toying with. So, as a result, he was executing an idea that sounded really good just thirty seconds ago, but with the door to his room sliding open, he suddenly felt ridiculous.

The door opened, and Evie backed in, keeping an eye on the hallway. Confident that no one had seen her—an improbable event—she gently closed the door and turned to face “her man.”

As she did, her hands shot up to cover her mouth and stifle a giggle as she stared in amazement at her big brother.

“Umm, Jason... you’re naked.”

‘God damn it, I knew this was a bad idea,’ Jason groaned silently to himself before addressing his sister. “Yeah, I don’t need clothes for what I’m about to do to you...eh...slut!” He tried to sound authoritative and commanding, but it was coming off more like cheezy seventies porn dialogue.

Jason’s brain went into some form of embarrassment vapor lock, and rather than recovering or laughing it off, he just kept going with it.

“Now get over here, you, ahem,” he cleared his throat, “...skank.”

Evie’s face lit up as she slinked over to her lover. She placed one hand on his lower stomach and begin sliding it down as she used her other hand to pull him into a deep and passionate kiss.

Just before her hand came into contact with manhood, she paused, broke their kiss, and whispered into his ear, “Calling me slut is...hot.” She emphasized it by gently sucking his earlobe between her lips.

“I’m not a skank, though,” she purred. “So maybe less of that. If you don’t mind.”

“I was thinking, big bro,” she continued after several more moments of kissing, “we could play a game tonight...if you want.”

“What kind of game?” Jason asked. He stood rigid, nearly at attention, overwhelmed with anxiety and anticipation at losing his virginity.

“What if I pretend to be a helpless little virgin, and you’re a big, strong brute who’s about to ravage me. I’ll plead with you NOT to do things to me, and you do them anyway,” she explained. “Understand?”

“I guess...?” Jason replied, clearly not following.

“So, for example,” Evie continued. “I might say something like... ‘Please, sir! Don’t bend me over, spank me, and tell me that I’m your whore!’”

“Huh...so I shouldn’t do that?” Jason was so confused.

“Ahem...Please, sir,” Evie repeated as she turned away from Jason, thrust out her glorious ass, and brought her hands to her face in mock fright. “Don’t bend me over, spank my ass, and tell me that I’m you’re whore!”

“Oh,” Jason smiled as he finally realized what Evie was getting at.

He reached out, grabbing one of her breasts in his left hand. Then winding up his right—though mostly for dramatic effect—he smacked his sister on her ass.

Evie’s reaction was immediate as she groaned under her breath and bit her lip in anticipation. “Please, sir, not again!”

Jason smacked her other cheek and was rewarded with another lustful grunt from Evelin.

“That’s right,” Jason said, affecting a menacing tone and continuing the alternating slaps, “you’re my whore now. You understand that, whore?”

Watching Evie’s reaction, Jason quickly realized that there was as much pleasure in the anticipation as there was in the actual impact. Keeping that in mind, he began to mix up his technique.

He tried to keep her guessing as to when and on which cheek his blow would land.

He also remembered watching a few porn videos like this. He recalled that it didn’t take much for the recipient’s ass to really start hurting.

So, to keep things pleasurable, he started incorporating little breaks and gently caressing her ass.

“You like that, don’t you, you little slut? Your tight virgin cunt is dripping, isn’t it, whore?” It had only been a minute or two, but Jason was really starting to get into this little game.

“Please, please,” Evie begged. “Whatever you do, just don’t force me to my knees, hold me by my ponytail, and face fuck me.”

Taking her cue, Jason grabbed Evie by her ponytail, pulled her head back, and used it to drag her to her knees.

Then, still holding onto her hair, he used his other hand to grip his cock and smack his sister in the face with it.

“You’re going to suck my dick, slut. You better convince me you love it. If not, you’re going to regret it,” he stated flatly and forcibly penetrated her lips with the head of his cock.

Then using both his grip on her ponytail and the motion of his hips, Jason proceeded to begin sliding his cock in and out of her mouth.

At first, Jason was trying to be gentle, only pretending to force her, but looking down at her, lips stretched around his shaft, eyes full of tears as she stared up at him...he couldn’t hold back.

Soon he was genuinely face fucking his sister. As she gagged on his ramrod hard cock, “Egh egh egh...egh egh egh” was the only sounds coming from her as he forced her to choke on it.

He had been going for only a minute or so when Evie started tapping on his thigh and trying to pull her head off his cock.

“Don’t you dare, you fucking whore,” Jason said to her, pure lustful rage in his voice. “You can stop when I say you can stop.”

Her eyes were held something like terror as he held her in place.

“I’m going to let go of your ponytail, and you’re going to hold yourself on my cock, like the good slut that you are. Understood?”

She nodded as best she could with a dick shoved down her throat. Then wrapping her hands around the back of his thighs, Evie pulled herself even deeper onto his dick.

Jason released her, put his hands on his hips, and looked down at his sister. His eyes dared her to quit as she stared up at him.

She didn’t, though, even as her abdomen started to convulse, her body trying to force her to breathe.

The rage and lust that had clouded Jason’s thoughts for the past few moments began to wain as his sister held on, desperate to obey him.

Then, when she coughed around his cock, shooting phlegm and mucus out her nose Jason finally gave her permission to stop. “That’s enough, Evelin. You can stop,” he told her with compassion in his voice.

Surprisingly she shook her head, “No.” and held on tighter even as her eyelids began to flutter.

“Evie! That’s enough!” Jason ordered, pulling himself out of her grip.

As his cock popped free of her lips, Evie immediately gasped for air and sunk to the floor of his bedroom.

Jason knelt beside her and, scanning the floor for something useful. Seeing a discarded t-shirt, he picked it up and used it to wipe her face. “Evie, that was amazing, but why did you do hold on like that?”

She tried clearing her throat but first needed to spit out more phlegm. Even then, her words were raspy as she replied, “Jason, I’ll do anything for you. I need you to understand that. You’re my man, and I NEED you to use me.

“I know it sounds all kinds of messed up and believe me, I’m trying to figure out how to present this to my therapist,” Evie continued, her voice a little clearer.

It seemed like Evie had more to say, and since he was, moments ago, balls deep in her gagging throat, Jason figured he owed it to her to listen. He scooted back a foot or two and leaned against the bed.

Seeing her brother settling in, Evelin pulled her legs in under herself, cross-legged. Then staring at the floor and fiddling with her hands in her lap, she attempted to explain herself.

“I told you about my weird need to be wanted by guys. How I almost always gave a handjob on the first date...”

“Yeah,” he responded, even though her question was likely rhetorical.

“Well, something’s different with you.

“All those other guys, they were desperate to get in my pants. After the first date—once I told them I wasn’t interested—it usually took weeks before they’d get the hint. Constant texts and DMs...honestly, it’s kinda pathetic.

“But with you... Well, it’s clear that when it comes to me, you could take it or leave it...,” she trailed off.

“No, Evie. I...,” Jason tried to interject, but his little sister cut him off.

“No, Jason,” she said in a soothing voice. “It’s okay. I get it.

“I mean, I initiated this whole thing. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on my big brother. I mean, that’s pretty normal. Lots of girls do.

“But something changed when you asked me to help you with testing your app. I guess it made me feel special, or needed, or wanted. I don’t know. But for once, it wasn’t because I had a reputation for giving handies.

“It was weird, but the next day I just felt different. Like I knew that all those feelings I’d had before weren’t just some silly crush.

“It was confusing, and I struggled with it for a while. But again, a few days ago, I woke up knowing...like absolutely knowing that you were my man. I knew that YOU are ‘that special someone’ Mom was always warning me about.”

Evie stopped playing with her hands and look up at her big brother. It was clear by his expression and intense eye contact that she had his undivided attention. But beyond that, she had no idea what was going through his head.

She decided to keep talking.

“The thing is, Jason,” she continued, a hint of nervousness entering her voice. “When I say that you’re my ‘man,’ what I mean is that... well, I love you.”

Almost on instinct, Jason responded with, “I love you too, little sis.”

“No,” Evie shot back, something approaching anger in her tone. “I know you love me, I’m you’re sister, but that’s not what I’m talking about. Jason, I love you, like capital ‘L’ love you.”

“Oh, umm, look, Evie,” Jason started, unsure of how to respond to Evelin’s confession, but Evie just started rambling, talking right over him.

“I’m sorry to drop that on you, Jason. I know it’s weird; believe me, it’s all I can think about. I mean like how would that even work. Can a brother and sister date. Do you even want to date? Do you even want a girlfriend? I mean, I’m your sister, how could I be your girlfriend? Wait, do you already have a girlfriend? That’s okay if you do; I totally won’t get in the way. I mean, we can still fool around...as much as you want. I could even...you know...join you two. Oh god, why did I just say that?”

With that, Evie glanced up again to see the look of sheer terror on her brother’s face. Realizing she was rambling and making herself look like a lunatic, she pulled herself up and took a deep breath before once again addressing her man.

“Okay...that is not where I wanted this to go. What I was trying to tell you is that... I love you. And, ever since I realized that, I’ve had a desire...no more than that. I’ve had a NEED for you to use me.

“Like I know that it’s a result of the weird conditioning Mom put me through. But that knowledge doesn’t make the need any less real.

“The reason I was...ahem...,” she cleared her throat and blushed a deep crimson. “...choking myself on your cock” she continued with perfect enunciation as she forced the words out.

“Was because I needed to show you. This isn’t some kinky game for me. I need you to use me. I need it, and I want it.

“And, from what I’ve seen...you seem to enjoy it?” she finished, more of a question than a statement.

“I’m not going to lie,” Jason replied, giving her a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I do.”

She smiled at her big brother as the tension left her face. “Good.”

“So, um...” Jason started.

“Well, look. This is going to sound confusing after that speech I just gave, but sometimes...I’m gonna need to not be ‘used’ by you but to be ‘loved’ by you.

“And as hot as everything that we’ve done so far has been... If I’m reading the room right, I’m about to lose my virginity. Actually, we’re about to lose our virginity?” she looked questioningly at her brother, to which he nodded in the affirmative, almost ashamed to admit it.

“So, since that’s the case...”

She paused for a moment, slipping back into “character” before she spoke again. “Now, please, sir. Whatever you do, don’t lay me on your bed and gently make love to me. It’s my first time. I’d hate it if it was something beautiful and memorable.”

She smirked up at her big brother, and he smiled in return before helping her to her feet and guiding her to the bed.

As is the case for most virgins, their lovemaking was awkward and brief.

Naturally, Jason was ready to get straight to the main event, but Evie patiently guided him through a bit of foreplay first.

Kissing and caressing his little sister, Jason was surprised to discover how much he enjoyed the closeness and tenderness they were sharing.

His lust-fueled throat fucking was damn hot, no question. But, he found this type of intimacy to be rewarding as well.

When Evie finally reached down and guided his cock into her warm, wet embrace, Jason’s brain nearly shut down. It was a feeling like nothing else. It was as if he was coming home.

As he began stroking in and out of his sister, staring into her eyes, he couldn’t help himself, “Oh my god, Evelin. You feel so amazing. It’s like my cock belongs inside you. This is where I belong, and I never want to leave.”

For Jason, this was a primarily physical encounter. The added emotions were nice and added a little something to the experience. But, the truth was he was focused on getting off.

Evie, however, was having a completely different experience. She was in love. Even if that love was the manufactured byproduct of hypnotic conditioning, it was genuine to her.

“Jason, I love you so much. Yes, yes, this is where you belong. Thank you, oh thank you for sharing this with me.”

Unfortunately for Jason, he was already near his limit from the kinky oral sex just minutes before. And, even if that wasn’t the case, feeling the unique pleasure of a welcoming vagina for the first time was going to finishing him off quickly.

Far sooner than either of them had hoped for, Jason felt the inevitable about to happen, “Oh shit. Evie, I’m gonna cum.”

He froze, unsure of what to do, but it was too late.

“Not inside me... Jason!” Evie started pushing him off, but she could tell he’d already deposited his seed.

Jason slid his slimy cock out from between his little sister’s legs, “Shit Evie, I’m sorry, I panicked.”

“It’s okay,” Evie replied with obviously fake confidence in her voice. “It’s no big deal. I should be safe, but I’ll just swing by the pharmacy tomorrow just in case.”

“Oh, okay... Wait, the pharmacy?”

“Plan B. The morning after pill... it’s over the counter. I’ll just take it to be safe.”

“Sorry,” was all Jason could say in return.

“I told you, it’s okay,” she assured him.

“No,” he clarified, “sorry for cumming so quick. It was my first time, and it felt so good...and you’re just so beautiful.” He added the last bit because he’d heard a similar line in a movie once. It was just as pathetic in the film.

Evie chucked at his embarrassment but quickly tried to reassure him. “Jason, everybody’s first time kinda sucks. People always play it up because they want to sound cool and mature, but the truth is it usually sucks.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Did it hurt...you know...since it was your first time?”

Evie couldn’t help but notice the change in her big brother. Not even fifteen minutes ago, he was forcing her to gag on his rock-hard cock as he brutally face fucked her. Now he was acting like a bashful nerd who’d never touched a girl before.

She recognized that he could be both of those things, and she knew that it was, in part, her responsibility to help him find his confidence. A responsibility she was happy to fulfill.

“Oh, no,” she laughed out loud at his question. “I fell on the crossbar of a boy’s bike when I was younger.”

“Really, you can lose your... by...?”

“No, silly. I’m teasing you. People used to say that... you never heard, forget it. No, I’m a modern woman. Mom bought me a toy when I was... well, years ago. And I’ve bought a few of my own since.”

“Oh, that’s good. I guess.”

They laid in silence for a few minutes before Jason spoke up again.

“Thank you, Evie.”

“No, thank you!”

“No, I mean, thank you for everything you’ve done tonight—your ‘game’ for starters. I was so nervous. I had no idea what to do, and you guided me through it while still making it look like I was in control.”

“Oh,” there was a smile in her voice. “Was I that obvious?”

“Maybe,” Jason replied. “But I appreciate it. There’s this part of me that wants to do those things, to ‘use’ you like you said you need. But I’m not sure what to do. I’m mean, I’ve seen pornos, but... I don’t know, is that what you want?”

“I guess it depends on the porno,” she replied, a little tongue in cheek. “No, but seriously, probably not like in pornos.

“I’m no expert, Jason, but the way I understand it, there are different types of ‘dominant’ men. Some are just aggressive assholes. They think they’re all tough for abusing their woman. They’re not.

“Another type is strong, confident, and assertive. It might get a little rough, but it’s not about violence. That type of dominant male uses his dominance to help his partner experience her full submissiveness. When a woman is allowed to experience that fully, she feels so loved, so cared for, so safe, so beautiful, and so feminine. That’s what I need from you.

“It might not look like it to someone on the outside, but that sort of dominance comes from a place of love and nurturing.

“It’s a skill that must be learned and practiced. And, Jason, I’d really like it if we could learn and practice together.”

“Um, for someone who’s ‘not an expert,’ you seem to have a very detailed view of all this,” Jason replied with a bit of skepticism.

Evelin rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. “Yeah, I told you Mom taught me a lot of very specific things. Believe it or not, Mom’s not your average church lady.

“I guess she has a submissive streak...”

“Um, no. That banshee doesn’t have a submissive bone in her body,” Jason interjected.

“Well, not as a mother or as a career woman. But, to Dad, she was a wife, a partner, and a lover. People are complicated.”

“Yeah...maybe.”

“Well, regardless,” Evelin continued. “She said this was part of her and Dad’s sex life. And, as she tells it, she had to help coax out that dominant part of him.”

“That’s hard to believe,” Jason said, reaching down and grasping his sister’s hand in his. “He was a total badass.”

“I don’t really remember, but to hear everyone talk, I guess it’s true. Like many men, though, he was taught that women only want gentle romance and kind words. The idea that a woman sometimes wants to be treated like a sexual object wasn’t part of his worldview. It took Mom time and patience, but eventually, he was able to become a well-rounded lover. At least that’s what she tells me.”

“Aren’t you weird out that our Mom talks, apparently in detail, about her sex life with you?” Jason asked, creeped out by just how calm Evie was.

“Bro, we’ve been having these conversations since I started puberty. I understand it’s weird to most people, but it’s just the way my life has been,” it was clear that she was a little annoyed by her brother’s question.

“You’re right; I’m sorry.”

They sat there, both observing the patterns on the ceiling for several minutes before Jason spoke again.

“Evie, about the other things you said. About being boyfriend and girlfriend...”

He waited a few moments for her to respond, but she didn’t. Glancing over at her, he could guess, from her wide-eyed stare, that she was dreading what he was about to say.

“First,” he continued, “there isn’t anyone else. Second, I’m not sure how I feel. I’ve thought about us being...a couple too. But it’s just too much, too soon. I want to keep spending time with you. And I...umm...really want to keep fooling around. Will it be alright if we just kinda take things one step at a time? Will that be enough, for now?” his tone was gentle, making sure that his sister knew he was genuinely concerned that her needs were being met.

She squeezed his hand, “I love you, Jason. That’s not going to change. I like the idea of taking it one step at a time, though. Let’s do that. For now.”

“Good,” Jason replied as he rolled onto his side, facing his sister and planting a kiss on her cheek. “Because I’ve figured out how I’m going to get back at Mom. I’ve figured out how I’m going to dominate her! But, I need your help. You in?“

“You know, Jason,” Evie said, pushing Jason onto his back, rolling on top of him, and beginning to kiss her way down his chest. “Not every woman deserves the nurturing, loving kind of domination. Some women just need to be put in their place. Some women need to be punished for how they’ve treated others. Please keep that in mind as you plan your revenge on Mom.”

She had reached his waist and continued to kiss lower as she wrapped her hand around his hardening cock, “Oh, you smell like...me. I’ve never tasted myself on a penis before.”

“Um, Evie...”

“Shh, big brother. I want to hear your plans, every last detail. And, while you tell me all about how you’re going to own our mother, I’m going to suck you dry.”