The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I stayed at my boyfriend’s house that night but woke up early, feeling strangely anxious.

What if my brother is ready to cum, and I’m not there to help him?

A glance at the clock told me it was only just 6am, but I knew I wasn’t going back to sleep—not when my brother’s pleasure was at risk. Rather than waking my boyfriend up, I left a note and called a cab—less than half an hour later, I was home, and could breathe a sigh of relief: my brother was still asleep. I hadn’t missed my chance.

A smile slowly spread across my face—he had woken me up the other day. What if I returned the favor?

Quickly peeking into the hallway to make sure that our parents weren’t up, I slipped my shirt and jeans off and pointed my already-hard nipples at my brother. I wanted to make sure that the first thing he saw when he woke up was my tits—they existed to get men off, and I was going to get my brother off if it killed me.

When I was younger, I would sometimes crawl into my brother’s bed after a bad dream, and I couldn’t help but smile with nostalgia as I found myself doing the same thing now, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. I was tempted to just lie my head on his chest like I’d done so many times in the past, but I’d come here for a reason: I had a job to do.

Reaching beneath the blanket, I was delighted to discover that my brother slept naked—delighted just because of how much easier it made my job, of course. I found his cock, and without hesitation, began slowly pumping it, up and down and up and down. I angled myself carefully, so that his first waking sight would be my naked torso, dedicated to pleasuring him, dedicated to getting him off…

He stirred, but didn’t wake up. A part of me was tempted to crawl under the blanket and start blowing him, but I knew that would be crossing a line. I couldn’t blow my brother…even if it would help him with his problem. No, it would be…wrong. I could never do that.

Not unless things got desperate.

After a few minutes of me slowly pumping his hard cock with my tiny hand, he woke up, and blearily looked at me. To my disappointment, his attention didn’t go straight to my tits, but he stared at my face, confused.

“Hannah?”

“Good morning,” I said with a smile, bringing my hand up and licking it before resuming my efforts. More than anything, I wanted to help my brother cum. “I thought I’d wake you up with a little surprise…”

“Hmmm,” he said, and my heart sank. He glanced down at my tits, but he wasn’t smiling. He almost looked…annoyed.

Oh, god. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d sneaked into my own brother’s bed and started touching him without asking. I was jerking my own brother off—he must have thought I was a total freak!

I let go of his cock like it was a burning coal, and my panic must have been obvious, because a look of concern immediately appeared on his face.

“Oh Jesus, bro,” I stammered. “I’m so sorry…I thought…I was…”

My eyes began to fill with tears, and my brother pulled me to him for comfort.

“Hannah…Hannah, it’s okay…”

He began to soothingly stroke my hair, and—I hate to admit—I started to sob. I’d thought I was doing him a favor, but really I was just being sick. I was sick, I was sick—in that moment he must have hated me almost as much as I hated myself.

“Hannah, it’s fine! I swear, I’m not mad.”

I barely heard his words as I began to sob, until he shifted slightly, and I felt his erection press against my leg. Suddenly I froze, and my tears subsided.

“Hannah, listen to me…it’s okay. You did the right thing.”

I scoffed, but before I could say anything more, he continued.

“You did a great job, sweetie—you did so good. You’re so helpful, and so relaxing—you’re such a great little sister. Not many little sisters would do this kind of thing for their big brother.”

Well, he was right about that.

“You’re so good at helping…your little hands feel so good.”

I took a deep breath. His hand was still softly stroking my hair, rhythmically going from top to bottom, reminding me of something I couldn’t place.

“Your hands feel so good—they’re so good. You’re so good at helping me. Do you want to keep on helping me?”

It felt like he’d only been talking for a few seconds, but it must have been longer, because my eyes were dry and my tears had disappeared. I nodded in response, and glanced down as he moved the blanket to reveal his cock. It was still hard, sitting right next to my leg, and I immediately moved my hand down as instructed to grab hold of it, and slowly begin stroking it again.

Up and down. Up and down. He stroked my hair in the same rhythm as I stroked his cock, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it—this was the first time I’d actually seen my hand on his cock, I realized, and the sight was mesmerizing.

My hand was so little in comparison to his beautiful cock. Up and down, up and down. Stroke, stroke, stroke.

My brother kept on talking and I kept on stroking, and I lost track of how much time had passed before I tuned back into what he was saying.

“I wasn’t mad this morning, sis, I was just…disappointed.”

“Disappointed?”

It was the first thing I’d said since I started crying, and my voice had a slight croak to it.

“I mean, I know you try, but it’s sort of a fantasy of mine, to be woken up by someone stroking my cock…”

Fantasy. My brother’s fantasy. Stroke, stroke. Stroking his cock.

“I was just disappointed, because…well, in the fantasy, the girl is always wearing lingerie. You know, a sexy bra, black lacy panties.”

Without even thinking about it, I glanced down to my own panties. They were blue, with a little ribbon at the top. They were cute, but I had to admit—they were hardly sexy.

Of course, they weren’t meant to be sexy. They were panties! I wasn’t going to change my wardrobe, especially for someone else’s fantasy. I looked up to give my brother a piece of my mind, but as soon as I made eye contact, he gestured down to his cock.

My hand had stopped stroking, but my brother’s hadn’t. I found myself immediately matching his rhythm, stroking his cock as he stroked my hair.

God he had a beautiful cock. I loved watching his foreskin as it slipped over the head of his cock. I was doing that. I was in control.

Control…

My glare faded, and a smile returned to my face as I enjoyed the sight of my brother’s cock. God I hoped I could help him. I loved trying to help my brother. Helping my brother cum—it was so important. So important.

Stroke, stroke. Up and down and up and down.

I started to feel a little bad about my panties. I mean, if I really wanted to help my brother out, the least I could do was put a little effort in, right? And beside, what kind of girl didn’t like wearing sexy panties?

Sexy panties, sexy bra. Sexy. I could be sexy. Hell, if I was going to help my brother get over his problem, I had to be sexy. I had to help him forget that it was his own little sister jerk him off, and what better way to do that than by being as sexy as possible?

Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.

I was already pretty sexy, I had to admit. My tits look great no matter what, and my butt looks great in the panties I own. I bet it would look even better in sexy panties—a thong, or a G-string…

For the next few minutes, I lost track of the time again as I pictured myself in all kinds of sexy outfits. Panties, stockings, garters, panti-hose…push-up bras, lacy bras, half-cup bras. God, I felt so sexy just thinking about it. No wonder this was a fantasy of my brother’s—every woman looks better in sexy lingerie.

I suddenly realized my brother was talking again.

“And so I think if it was just like my fantasy, I might be able to cum…”

“Of course,” I replied immediately. “You know I’m here to help, right?”

“Thanks, sis,” he said with a smile. “You’re the best.”

I stroked him for another few minutes, but it was obvious that nothing was going to happen.

That’s my fault, I couldn’t help thinking. My fault for not dressing sexy…

As I left his room, listening carefully for the sound of my parents, I looked back at my poor brother, unable to cum with other people in the room, and I swore to myself that it would never happen again.

Never again was I going to strip for my brother without wearing something sexy underneath.

The next day, I went lingerie shopping with my boyfriend.

After all, if I was going to be showing off how sexy my body could be, it made sense to do it with the guy I’m…y’know, with. My body exists to please men, and even though I was buying the lingerie for my brother, there was no man I wanted to please more than my boyfriend.

It was a lot of fun. We hit up three or four shops along the strip mall, and I bought almost everything that would fit (as long as it looked good). I wanted to replace my entire line of underwear—I couldn’t know for sure when my brother would need to be turned on by my body, and so I wanted to make sure that I was always wearing something that showed it off.

My boyfriend was pretty appreciative of my choices, especially as they got more and more risqué. When I bought a peep-hole bra, he got so hard that I thought he was just going to burst out of his jeans.

To reward him for coming shopping with me, I ushered him into the change rooms, and blew him right then and there. The shop was pretty quiet, but the girl behind the counter was reading a book, and so I doubt she even noticed.

Kneeling in front of my boyfriend, showing off my body, taking his cock in my mouth…it all felt so right. I mean, as a woman, that’s what our bodies were designed to do, right? To please men—to turn them on and get them off.

In that moment, I really felt like I was fulfilling my purpose.

As I swallowed his seed down, my fingers were buried deep in my pussy, and I came as well. It’s so hot, getting someone off, cumming while there’s someone else there.

I just wished I could help my brother experience the same thing.

Once I’d maxed out my credit card, my boyfriend helped me out by buying the last few things I needed, and we went home and fucked. Normally when I make love to my boyfriend, we’re both nude—that’s just how it’s always been. There are a few exceptions, of course—the other night in the parking lot springs to mind—but as a rule, we’ll get naked as an early part of the foreplay.

But after the shopping trip, I just wanted to feel sexy. And so as soon as we got into his bedroom, I stripped off my outer layers, but I kept the corset on (it lifted my boobs and gave me this incredible cleavage) and just moved my panties to the side.

A few minutes later, as I felt my boyfriend’s cum shooting up inside of me, I couldn’t help but smile. I was such a hot piece of ass…and I loved it.

The next morning, I checked myself in the mirror three or four times before sneaking into my brother’s room. I wanted to make sure I looked like the ultimate fantasy girl—I was wearing this see-through black chemise with a G-string. My nipples were hard, and clearly visible through the semi-transparent material, and I had stockings and suspenders to top it all off.

If this couldn’t make my brother cum, I had no idea what would.

When I entered his bedroom, he was still asleep, but even though he was covered with a blanket, I could tell that he was hard. My hands itched at the sight of it—I just wanted to wrap them around my brother’s erection, help him get off, feel his soft skin as I stroked his cock, have him cum all over my face…

I blinked, taken aback at the graphic thoughts passing through my head. I must have been more turned on than I’d thought—weird. My heart was beating quite fast, so I didn’t feel relaxed, but I suppose that’s just how powerful our sibling connection was—even as I was nervous about whether I’d be sexy enough, I was still deeply relaxed…and thus, powerfully aroused.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward until I was on the edge of his bed. I didn’t close the door—partially because I didn’t want anyone to suspect anything was going on, but also because I found the thrill of getting caught to be incredibly sexy. Lifting up his blankets, I smiled at the sight of his naked body, and his beautiful erection.

Wrapping one hand around it, I began to slowly stroke, shuddering in pleasure as I did. My new G-string was soaked with my arousal, and I reached down and started stroking the fabric.

For some reason, burying my fingers deep inside my snatch while I jerked my brother off felt wrong, but stroking the material on the outside? That was fine.

And it felt great.

My eyes fluttered with pleasure as I moved my face closer and closer to my brother’s exposed cock. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.

I loved the sight of an erection getting pleasured. It was even hotter, knowing that I was the one giving it the pleasure it so desperately craved. I was so relaxed, so turned on, so entranced by the sight of my brother’s hard cock getting stroked by my hand…

When he spoke, I jumped in shock.

Glancing up, I could see that my brother was still asleep. He must have been dreaming, and based on what he’d said, it must have been a pretty sexy dream.

“Yes,” he’d moaned. “Suck it…”

As I continued stroking his cock, watching my own hand go up and down and up and down, he said it again.

“Please,” he begged in his sleep. “Suck it…”

My mouth was inches away from the head of his penis, and I had to admit, the idea was tempting. I’d enjoyed sucking my boyfriend off so much the day before, and—honestly—I’m damned good at it. Maybe my mouth was all that was needed for my brother to get over his problem. Maybe if I wrapped my lips around his cock, used my tongue as I so expertly knew how to do…maybe that extra piece of stimulation was all that was needed for my brother to cum, to have the orgasm I wanted so much to share with him.

Without even realizing, my fingers had pushed the soaked piece of fabric to the side, and were now slipping in and out of my wet cunt in time with the strokes. Up and down, in and out. Stroke, stroke.

I just wanted to help him. I was here to help my brother. It was what my body was for…it was why I existed. The words ran through my mind as my brother muttered in his sleep, my stimulation turning his dreams sexual. He probably didn’t even know what he was saying but it was getting into my head as I stroked him, faster and faster, mentally willing for him to get off…

When I next looked up, my brother was awake, staring straight at me. He stopped speaking, and just smiled, a proud smile that told me how well I’d done. I was dressed exactly like his fantasy girl, I was fulfilling his dreams.

Almost…

Making eye contact with my brother somehow panicked me, seemed to shake me out of my spell, and I looked back at his beautiful erection for comfort. I found his hard-on so relaxing, I loved the feeling of his cock’s skin in my hand as I fucked myself with three fingers. I was so wet…he was so hard…I just wanted to help, help him get off…

“Suck it,” he said again, and this time it wasn’t the murmur of a man half-asleep. This time it was an order, and my whole body ached to obey. I wanted to use my mouth on his beautiful erection, I wanted to bring him as much pleasure as I could. I wanted to help him get off—it was my purpose, what my whole body was built for. I was there to get men off…

I was so close to cumming, and as if in a trance, I pictured what it would be like. I imagined leaning forward, wrapping my lips around his cock. I knew exactly how it would taste, how the tang of his skin would be subtly different from my boyfriend’s, I knew how I’d use my tongue to create a wet, warm tunnel for him to fuck. I could practically feel myself bobbing my head back and forth, making all his fantasies come true, helping him break through the wall.

I could taste his cum in my mouth as he came, as my own orgasm hit, and I swallowed it down, a strangely familiar taste. The room blurred as my orgasm overtook me, as I clenched around my fingers, again and again, and my eyes rolled back in my head…

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

It was quite a few minutes later before I noticed that the penis I was stroking was completely flaccid.

“Hannah?” my brother said softly. “Are you okay?”

“Oh…” I said blearily. “Sorry. What happened?”

“You came, sweetie. You were jerking me off when you came.”

“Did you…”

A shake of my brother’s head told me all I needed to know. My face fell, and I started to apologize.

“No, Hannah, please. I know you did all you could…”

Out loud I agreed, even as I swallowed some of the water that my brother offered me. But inside, I knew he was wrong. I hadn’t done all that I could…

But I would. I wanted my brother to be able to feel the pleasure that I felt, that my boyfriend felt, that everyone else was able to feel. And I’d do anything I could to help him get there.

Anything.