The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Shawn, Tosh’s father, and Ethan’s stepfather was fairly successful because he worked at a law firm. That meant that they were by no means rich, but they were fairly well off, to say the least. They lived in the suburbs and their house was just slightly above middle class. But that was just fine with them.

The house itself was a two story one. The top part of the house had three bedrooms and was considered “The Kids’". That meant, as long as they kept it clean, did there own laundry and gave their parents no reason to come up there, their parents would never come up there.

Shawn and Joanna were pretty cool like that. They trusted their kids to take care of themselves. But they trusted Ethan to a fault. And there was a reason for that. If he ever did anything wrong, there was a damn good reason for it, like the fight that he had gotten into that day. He had a good reason: Tosh’s safety was in question.

But all Ethan could think of on the way home was that tingling sensation that he got and how the principal basically bent to his will. It couldn’t be Mind Control, could it? It wasn’t possible to control someone, was it?

That was when he figured out that he would try a few things on Heather, just to assure himself that it wasn’t mind control. When they pulled up they were surprised to find that there was no car in the driveway, which was kind of odd. Their mother was usually home when they got home. They knew that their father wouldn’t be home, for the fact that he was on a business trip in Oregon.

“Huh. Wonder where Mom is?” Ethan murmured as he got out of the truck.

“Only one way to find out.” Tosh replied, heading for the front door. She made it to the door with the others firmly on her heal and pulled out a key to unlock the door.

Ethan walked straight to the kitchen, where the refrigerator was. That was where all family notes were posted. There, he read the note from his stepmother.

Dear Kids,

Jeanie’s husband was in a bad car wreck; I have gone to help out with her children. There should be plenty of things in the ‘fridge to help feed those monsters you call stomachs. (Ha ha) Now, you had best behave yourselves. I should be back by tomorrow.

Love,

Mom

“Who’s Jeanie?” Tosh asked, a look of confusion marring her face.

Ethan just gave her a shrug. “Hell if I know. But you know how Mom is, she’d help anyone.” Tosh nodded her assent to this.

“You know what this means don’t you?” Heather asked. A huge smile plastered on her face. She didn’t wait for an answer. “We’ve got the whole place to ourselves. We don’t have to sneak around!”

Ethan just gave a dry chuckle. “Well, I don’t know about you girls, but I’m taking a quick shower.” Ethan stated, heading in the direction of the stairs. “See ya in a few.”

“Are you getting all clean and dashing for me, Ethan?” Heather asked, completely missing the incredulous look that Tosh gave her.

“Of course. You know I’ve been secretly lusting after you for years.” Ethan replied with a straight face. He watched, with delight, as Heather turned a nice shade of pink. Then he broke into a wide grin as he turned and jogged up the stairs.

“You’re wasting your time, girlfriend. You’ll never get that boy to blush. I swear he’s prepared for anything anybody has got to say.” Tosh told her friend. She tried to keep any sound of annoyance out of her voice.

The truth was that she was a little jealous. Ethan rarely smiled and it was only for a handful of people, all of them in his adopted family and namely her and Shawn. She had had a severe crush on the boy for the last two years and it was to no avail. She had flirted and flirted, but he would never flirt back, not seriously anyway.

And to see him openly flirt back with her best friend . . . Well, it irked her a little. But Tosh wasn’t the type to let that get in the way of friendship.

And Ethan had just been acting strange the last couple of weeks to begin with. He was more out going, yet more closed at the same time. It was almost like he was putting on an act. But she decided that she would wait until after Heather left to wrench the truth of what he’d been hiding out of him.

Tosh threw an arm around her best friends neck and said, “C’mon kid. Let’s go listen to some tunes in the den.” She noticed that Heather was finally getting over blushing and chuckled a bit at her friends reaction to her brother.

What the hell has gotten into me? Why did I say that? Ethan thought as he made it to his room. He walked into his room and sat down with a ‘thud’ in his desk chair. He knew that he hadn’t been himself for well over two weeks, but he thought that it just had to do with his body. Maybe it had to do with his mind to, because, usually, he wouldn’t even talk to any of Tosh’s friends. He would be just withdrawn and closed off. Oh, he’d talk to Tosh, Shawn and Joanna. But that was about the extent of it. He didn’t like talking to other people. That’s just the way he was. Ethan was just a very shy boy, at the best of times.

But it seemed, since the changes in his body, he was slowly gaining confidence. Which was understandable, considering the changes. Ethan knew one thing for certain; he was going to have to tell Tosh sooner or later. He hated keeping secrets from her.

Ethan just shook his head, like he was trying to shoo away the disturbing thoughts and stood up. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a sleeveless black button-up shirt and a pair of black Lee jeans, along with some underclothes and headed for the shower.

He undressed quickly when he made it to the bathroom. He always thought that it was pretty cool that he and Tosh had their own bathroom to share. Shawn and Joanna had their own downstairs. And he would thank whatever mighty being that was up there watching that Tosh was a tomboy.

Ethan didn’t think that he could handle sharing one with a regular type of girl.

The shades were the last to come off. They were always the last. He squinted a little at the harshness of the light in the bathroom. He forgot to turn it off. That was one this that did irritate him about Tosh, she always forgot to turn off lights.

Ethan got into the shower and let the hot water run over him in waves. He just wished that the water would take away his worries just like it did the sweat and dirt.

He must have stayed in that shower for close to thirty minutes just letting the water wash over him. It felt great. He always liked taking long showers, or taking a long soak in the tub. For a person that had been through as much as he had, he learned to enjoy the simple things of life at an early age. Because when he was in foster care he found out that some of the things that people took for granted in a normal life, he just didn’t have in Hell’s Outhouse.

Ethan got out of the shower and wiped the steam from the mirror. He looked at his reflection with mixed emotions on his face. The things he was looking at were the changes that happened at a very rapid rate—in the course of two days in fact. That was what worried him, and if he was truthful, exited him more than a little.

Two weeks ago, he was of average build for someone his age. Now, his muscles were not exactly huge . . . He guessed the best word for it would be ‘cut’. But they were also bigger than what they were by about two times. And they were VERY well defined. His washboard stomach stood out in stark contrast.

Ethan looked into his eyes and he could swear that they were getting icier. It almost looked like the tint of blue had faded just in the slightest. They were looking more supernatural looking, and he would be lying if he said that it didn’t bother him. Ethan really didn’t want to be more different than he already was.

Ethan dried off his hair quickly and ran his hand through it with negligence. Then he threw on the jeans and the sleeveless black button-up shirt that he had. Then he slipped on his shades. When he looked in the mirror, he could have sworn that he was looking at someone else. There were a couple of words that came to mind as he looked at the boy in front of him. The boy whose bangs fell over his mirror plated shades slightly . . . Wild. Untamed. Those were the words.

He didn’t bother to button the shirt he was wearing as he walked out of the bathroom. He didn’t know how to explain to Tosh what had happened because he himself didn’t know. So he was going to show her, and pray that she took it well. He really did wish that she wouldn’t worry about him so much—But at the same time he was a little flattered.

He stopped at the top of the stairs before he went down, so he could think. How can I see if it’s really mind control if Tosh is watching? If it were mind control, I sure wouldn’t mind some fun with Heather. He thought the last with a crooked smile.

I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it. He thought with a note of finality.

Ethan made his way down the steps as quiet as a cat. Which wasn’t that hard since he was barefoot and the stairs were carpeted. When he first made it to the bottom of the steps he noticed that the girls were not in the kitchen. That’s when he heard the sound of their laughter coming from the den.

“I’m not kidding, you should have seen the look on his face when Ethan sent him flying backwards. It was one for the books. He looked like a cow shit on his head, he was so surprised!” Tosh stated, then they both broke out into laughter again.

“I wish I could have seen that! Daniel always was an asshole.” Heather said wiping a tear from her eye.

Ethan noticed that Tosh must have taken a shower as well, because her hair was wet and she was wearing a pair of very faded blue jeans and a t-shirt. She was also barefoot, just like him. He sort of liked the way her eyes sparkled with contained laughter.

Ethan let his shoulder lean into the doorframe as he watched them. He listened and watched them talk about that fight for a good two minutes. “It really wasn’t all that great,” He told them with amusement in his voice.

Both of their backs were to him, and they both jumped a little, making Ethan chuckle a little. “You would say that, Ethan,” Tosh said, right before she took a drink of soda. She made the mistake of turning to look at him with the soda still in her mouth. Once she saw him, the soda was promptly spat half way across the room.

Ethan was very glad that he was far enough away that he didn’t get hit. Tosh just stared at him, wide eyed. “What? Did I grow a third arm or something? ‘Must have by the way you’re staring.” He stated with a sound of amusement that he didn’t feel. That’s right, Ethan, just pass it off as normal, maybe you can get her to do the same. He thought.

“Damn boy, what have you been doing?!? Working out while I slept?” Tosh exclaimed, trying to keep from staring at her stepbrother’s pecs and abdominal muscles. I knew he was in good shape, but damn! She thought wildly.

To take her eyes off Ethan’s body, Tosh looked over at her best friend. Her best friend was just staring at him, her mouth slightly agape. She wasn’t even blinking. Tosh snapped her fingers in front of her face. Apparently that worked, because she snapped out of it. “Damn Ethan. Lookin’ good, kid.”

Ethan wanted the focus off of him. “Are we gonna drink or jaw all night long.” I think might have pulled it off. Tosh isn’t going nuts. He thought. In fact, Tosh was giving him a curious little smile. I wonder what that’s about?

“We are gonna drink, Big Bro. And we are gonna drink hard.” Tosh stated as she went over to her friends duffle bag and proceeded to get the Vodka.

Ethan noticed that there was a little bit more of a sway in her hips than normal. He arched an eyebrow at that. He didn’t know what to make of it. The next thing he knew she threw the liter of Vodka at him. “I think there’s some orange juice in the fridge,”

Ethan caught the bottle deftly and just gave her a nod as headed back towards the kitchen. He heard the hushed whisper from Heather before he was out of earshot, though. “Jesus is he built.”

He just smiled at that as he made it to the refrigerator. He got out the half gallon of orange juice and started making drinks when a plan came to him. If it really was mind control, which he wasn’t sure if it were, then he’d just have Heather to ask to see his room, alone. Surely, Tosh would take the hint.

I wonder if this is right, if it works? He thought as he started stirring the drinks. If she likes it, there shouldn’t be a problem, right? Right. Right after that thought the girls came into the kitchen. “Took you girls long enough. Chattin’ about the weather, were ya?” They both blushed and he chuckled. I could get used to this.

Tosh and Heather took a seat at the table. “Hey, Ethan, what are we gonna do while we drink anyway?” Tosh asked. She was slowly getting used to the way he looked. But she would be lying if she said that she wouldn’t mind dragging him upstairs and thoroughly raping him.

“We could play cards?” Heather piped up.

“Yeah that sounds good. That ok with you, Tosh?” Ethan asked.

“Sounds great, as long as I get to drink and as long as its five card draw.” She replied, leaning back in her chair, taking in every detail of Ethan. Since she was really looking, she noticed changes that she hadn’t seen before.

Take, for instance, the fact of how he moved with such grace . . . Yet the grace reminded her somewhat of a jungle cat stalking its grounds. He seemed to exude such power that she was very surprised. She was surprised, because before his goal was to blend in. Now . . . Now he had the attention of the whole room, even if it was just she and Heather.

Ethan sat the drinks down in front of the girls and went to retrieve the cards. This should be an interesting night he thought as he went to collect the cards.

One hour later and about three glasses of screwdrivers, Tosh found out two important facts. The first was simple: She was more than slightly buzzed; She was blistering drunk. The second was she was trying to catch Ethan doing something. She had quickly figured out that the little sucker was a born card-shark by the way he shuffled, but it hadn’t occurred to her to think of that.

“Ya’ll, I tink itss time I went to sweep.” Tosh’s speech was more than slightly slurred.

Ethan gave her an amused glance. It was all goin the way he had planned it. He had changed his original plan at the last minute. He had been putting a lot more Vodka into Tosh’s drink than he had Heather’s and his self’s. This way, Tosh would sleep through what (if it worked) he had planned. It looked like everything was going in his favor.

Tosh stood up, swaying almost dangerously. “Watch it, half-pint. Don’t want ya fallin’,” Ethan said as he moved quickly and scooped her up into his arms as if she weighed no more than an infant.

Ethan turned to the redhead that was still seated at the table. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“And I’ll be waiting,” She replied with a saucy smile. God he’s gorgeous. Heather thought as she watched Ethan carry Tosh up the steps.

Ethan marched up the steps with determined strides. Now he was very confused. How am I going to know if it’s mind control? It’s as obvious as the back of my damn hand that she already wants me. He thought with a frown as he used a foot and kicked Tosh’s door open when he made it to his destination.

Tosh and Ethan had a lot of differences and their rooms were one of them. Tosh’s room was always in complete disarray. There were clothes all over the floor and on top of her dresser. And he had to chuckle when he saw a bra on top of her computer. His room was always spotless. The girl in his arms had called him a neat freak on more than one occasion.

Ethan noticed that his buzz had already dissipated and he wondered if it had to do with the changes in his body. He passed the thought up as he made it to Tosh’s bed and laid her down as gently as he could. She was still half awake, though.

Tosh looked at him with glazed eyes and a crooked grin. “What? No kiss goodnight?” She asked. Her speech was still slurred.

What the hell. He thought and leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. Just when he was about to pull back, Tosh pulled him by the neck, invading his mouth with her tongue for a soul-wrenching kiss. Then, just as suddenly, she broke it off. “If I wasn’t so drunk an’ sweepy, we’d do more.” She told him with a drunken wink and then promptly passed out.

Ethan stood up straight. His cock felt like it was as hard as iron, but he was also very confused. Does she like me like that? He thought, walking back out into the hall. Nah. It’s gotta be the alcohol. He thought.

Then he leaned against the hall wall, to sort his thoughts. They strayed from Tosh to Heather. If she already wants me, how can I tell if it’s mind control? He thought, drumming his fingers against his thighs, thinking furiously.

Then an idea came to him. I could see if it works silently. Make her do stuff that she normally wouldn’t do in front of people. But it has to work off just thought alone, or I’d seem like a complete jerk. He thought with a nod.

“Are you gonna stay up there all night, Ethan?” Heather’s voice floated up from the first floor. She didn’t sound really drunk at all. But then again, that’s the way he had it set up.

“Be right down.” He called, taking his time going down the steps on purpose. He was trying to figure out what to try and make the girl do. Then he got an idea.

He made it to the bottom of the stair and took in the vision of Heather as she sat at the table. She had already taken off the rubber band that held her ponytail and her hair was flowing over shoulders. She turned to look at him and her green eyes sparkled. “Well, you made this Irish girl wait long enough.” She said in a joking voice.

“You’re Irish? I didn’t know that.” He stated as he began to shuffle the cards. “How much Irish are you?” He asked. Just making idle conversation until he got to the point that he wanted to start the test.

“You’re looking at a full blooded Irish girl, bucko. I just killed my accent early, so I could blend in better.” She replied, watching Ethan deal the cards.

Another reason he wanted to talk about a safe subject was that it was part of the test. It’s understandable that she may want him in the heat of the moment, but not in the middle of a safe topic. “What part of Ireland are ya from?” If you’re going to do something, might as well go whole hog. He thought, and then sent the command. <’YOU FEEL EXTREME LUST BUT DO NOT WANT ME TO KNOW IT. YOU WILL TRY YOUR BEST TO HIDE IT UNTIL YOU HEAR THE WORD ‘TRICK’’> He sent the command as hard as he could.

Ethan watched in fascination as the girl flushed a nice shade of pink. “D-D-Dublin. It’s kind of warm in here isn’t it?” She asked. Ethan watched her shift in her seat.

“I really didn’t notice it.” Ethan replied. A smirk was planted firmly on his face. He was pretty sure that it had worked. He watched as Heather’s breathing grew a bit more ragged by each passing second.

By the end of the hand, she was breathing rather hardly and there was a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. “You ok, Heather?” He asked.

“Yeah, o-o-of course.” She stammered out.

“Hey, Heather?” Heather focused on him, her eyes were glazed but it sure as hell wasn’t because of the booze.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna see a card trick?”

That was all it took. She was on him like white on rice. It was rather awesome for Ethan to watch. Heather basically flew out of her seat and when she was in reaching distance, she pushed Ethan to the tiled kitchen floor. He was flat on his back while he watched her strip. He was rather amused that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and he was rather impressed at how quickly she undressed.

Before she could do anything more to him though he reached up and pulled her down to the floor with him. They locked in a french kiss that had both moaning at its intensity. Then he the he broke free of the kiss and worked his way down.

“Ohhhhh, God.” She moaned out as his lips circled one of her already taut nipples. He swirled tongue around it and sucked on it for about thirty seconds before moving on to its twin.

He was starting to move down her taut belly when the tides turned. She flipped HIM over. “None of that. I’m ready NOW.” She stated in a very husky and sexy voice. Then proceeded to rip his pants and underwear down to his knees.

She straddled his hips and grabbed a hold on his nine-inch cock; another of his bodily changes, then she started to rub the bulbous head of it up and down her slick pussy lips. Her breathing, although unbelievable, was even more ragged by this time.

Heather looked at her reflection in Ethan’s mirror-plated shades as she sunk the entire length of his cock into her pussy. “OHHHHHHH GOD!” She screamed nearly at the top of her lungs as an orgasm automatically hit her. Her body shook with convulsions.

That was all Ethan could take, considering that this was his first sexual experience. He cum he arched his back as his come filled her, setting her off onto another orgasm. “Damn,” He gasped.

Heather just laid her head on his chest, totally exhausted. Wow. That was her only thought.

I think my life just got even luckier. This was his thought as he stroked the redhead’s hair.