The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Emily fucked Charlotte two more times in school that day.

The first time was back in the bathroom, after third period. Emily had been waiting for Charlotte when the confused cheerleading captain had finally wandered back there … she’d grabbed Charlotte by the wrist without saying a word, and dragged her into a bathroom stall. There, Emily hiked up her skirt, yanked down her panties, and sat down on the toilet in front of Charlotte.

“Time for seconds, you nasty whore,” Emily said to Charlotte. Even though her voice was calm, her heart was pounding, and every inch of her body tingled with unbridled excitement. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, making Charlotte – head cheerleader Charlotte, prom queen Charlotte, biggest bitch in the whole school Charlotte – her personal fucktoy slut. She didn’t really know why she was doing it, either … but she didn’t really care, either. For one thing, she loved doing it.

For another, her head started to pound and ache, everytime she tried to think about it …

Charlotte stood in front of Emily, arms folded sullenly across her ample chest. Emily could see the fury flashing hatefully in Charlotte’s dark eyes as the girl tried to tell her no. Charlotte’s whole body shook in fear and rage, and Emily knew exactly what the head cheerleader really wanted to say. She knew that Charlotte wanted – more than anything – to beat the shit out of her, to scream at her, to make her suffer. And she knew that last thing in the world that Charlotte wanted was to eat her wet cunt. Again.

“I … I don’t … please, don’t make …” Charlotte whispered timidly, unable to look at Emily. For all the hate and rage that was trapped inside her, that was all Charlotte could manage.

Still holding Charlotte’s wrist, Emily yanked Charlotte down to the cold tile floor of the bathroom, down on her knees. She slapped Charlotte in the face. “Shut up and eat my pussy, you stupid bitch,” Emily said irritably. She grabbed Charlotte’s hair, forcing the girl’s face between her legs.

Charlotte’s tongue flickered out, and the girl began to feast on Emily’s wet cunt.

Five minutes later, Emily screamed as a ferocious orgasm ripped through her slender body.

The second time was shortly before lunch. Emily happened to run into Charlotte in between classes. The head cheerleader was by her locker, talking with her other friends. Charlotte looked somewhat recovered from her experiences in the bathroom, as she chatted cattily with her friends, making fun of some other unfortunate underclassmen .. but she went quiet when she saw Emily.

“With me,” Emily said, as she grabbed Charlotte’s wrist. Emily didn’t know who was more shocked by her boldness – Charlotte’s friends, who stared at her in horror, or herself for being so bold. She brought Charlotte to a nearby stairwell, down all the way to the bottom of it. It was fairly secluded.

Emily pushed Charlotte down on her knees. “Eat my ass,” she said, pulling down her panties and hiking her skirt up again. To Emily’s utter delight, Charlotte put her mouth right between Emily’s legs, and began dutifully licking her bottom.

No … way, Emily thought, shocked, surprised … and excited. Why is Charlotte even listening to me? The older cheerleader’s talented tongue found the pucker of Emily’s ass and began to lick it. Emily groaned, and pushed her bottom insistently against Charlotte’s face, getting off as much from her other girl’s choked sobs as from the sweet slithering sensation of having her asshole reamed by a dirty slut mouth. She could’ve told me no in the bathroom, or here … I know she doesn’t want to … but she does whatever I want … like she doesn’t … can’t …

“… control …” Emily muttered under her breath, and then Charlotte’s tongue pushed deeper inside her asshole, wiggling inside her rectum. Emily moaned loudly, not caring if anyone could hear her, not caring if the entire school could hear her … and then she shuddered, and began to cum hard again. She quickly yanked Charlotte again by the hair, hauling her up so she could shove her spasming, dripping cunt into Charlotte’s slut face, smearing even more of her wanton juices onto the other girl’s cheeks and chin.

As she came, Emily stopped wondering, and thinking. And simply wallowed in the dirty delights that washed over her body again, and again, and again …

Poor slut, Emily thought wickedly. I still haven’t let her cum yet … too bad.

When Charlotte finally stood up, Emily smiled at her rival … her former rival, she supposed. “You’re mine now,” she said. “You’ll do whatever I want. And even though you hate every second of it … you’ll still be incredibly turned on by it. Understand?”

Charlotte nodded. Emily smiled, although she was a bit confused as well. Why am I saying this? It doesn’t even seem like I’m talking … it’s like someone else is speaking through me …

Emily shook her head. “Anyway. You’re my … my bitch, now. Go”

Charlotte nodded … and slunk away, scurrying away up the stairs without a sound.

Emily would’ve molested and tormented Charlotte even longer, except she received a text from Jack shortly after lunch. Cut class, the text ordered. Go to the spa downtown – Magic Touch. They’ll be waiting for you.

So Emily had gone. And, indeed, they were waiting for her. When she told her name to the receptionist at the spa, the slim raven-haired girl simply nodded. “Of course,” she said. “We’ve been expecting you … the porn star special. Follow me.”

And so Emily followed the girl to the back of the spa, where she’d stripped completely naked … and where her legs, her pussy and even her ass were promptly systematically waxed with brutal efficiency, leaving all of the skin of even her most intimate areas completely bare and smooth. It was quick and painful, but curiously, Emily didn’t mind the pain. In fact, to her amazement, she was getting off on it. As the last thatches of golden curls were ripped away from her nether regions, she found herself starting to moan and writhe in delight, despite the agony. She felt a hot dampness starting to grow between her legs as the pain grew and grew. The small dark-haired girl began smirking as she put the finishing touches on the tender, bright pink flesh of Emily’s bright pink sex … and Emily blushed furiously, embarrassed that the girl noticed.

Once Emily was finished with her waxing, she headed immediately back to school. Fortunately, none of her teachers spotted her sneaking back in, so nobody really bothered her about where she’d been. She changed quickly in the girl’s locker room, the tender flesh between her legs still tingling and burning wickedly … and then she’d hurried into the corner of the gym where she and her friends Donna and Michelle had been practicing for the cheerleading squad auditions. The two were already there, waiting patiently for her.

“Where you been?” Michelle asked Emily with an easy grin. “Off with some hot guy?” Michelle was a petite redhead, always friendly and cheerful … and a little bit of a slut, if rumors around the school were to be believed. Emily believed them.

“Something like that,” Emily answered slyly. She watched Michelle’s eyes grow big in surprise, but didn’t elaborate. She glanced over at Donna, who was sitting on the wooden gym floor … with a dazed, blank expression on her face. “You okay, Donna?”

“What?” Donna answered. “Oh, sorry, Emily … didn’t know you were here.” Donna quickly snatched away a pair of headphones away from her head, which had been mostly hidden beneath her long curly mane of dark hair, and stuffed them into her gym bag. Emily thought the headphones looked familiar for some reason, but shrugged. She supposed it didn’t matter.

The three girls practiced for about an hour. Much like the day before, Emily breezed through their routines, running through them effortlessly, never getting tired. Michelle looked like she was getting better, which pleased Emily to no end … but Donna kept stumbling through everything, missing cues. “I’m sorry,” Donna kept mumbling, as she kept uselessly rummaging through her gym bag between routines, like she was looking for something important.

“Sorry’s not going to cut it,” Emily eventually snapped after another hour of practice, and after Donna had screwed up a simple routine for the umpteenth time. “Get your shit together, bitch.” Michelle had stared at Emily in shock after that … and Donna simply looked hurt, and mumbled some excuse about needing to do homework, and shuffled quickly out of the gym, reaching into her bag as she left.

And so practice ended.

It was fairly late when Emily finally got home from her practice. Still annoyed with Donna and her distracted, bumbling idiocy – the dumb bitch better get her shit together, or I’ll make her sorry, she found herself thinking, over and over, a bit more angrily that she’d expected – Emily barely noticed that she’d immediately taken off all of her clothes. For that matter, she barely noticed that her mother had thoughtfully put a laundry hamper right at the door, so she could strip the moment she entered the house. She kicked away her sneakers, and peeled away her t-shirt, her shorts, her bra and her panties, and the cute low socks she liked to wear, and absently tossed them on top of her mother’s clothes, which already lay in a jumbled pile at the bottom of the hamper.

Emily started to head up the stairs to her room. She could hear the sound of low voices coming from her dad’s study, which was next to the kitchen. The door to the study was closed. Emily couldn’t hear exactly what was being said inside the study, but it sounded like Jack was in there, talking … and so was her mother, who sounded quite happy and pleasant … and her father, who sounded anything but happy and pleasant.

Daddy’s home? Emily thought, puzzled. I thought he was still in Tokyo on a business trip. How come he’s here?

For a moment, Emily thought of entering the study, just to find out what was going on. Well, that, and to see Jack. She really, really wanted to see him, to talk to him, to fuck him … but she stopped herself. For some reason, she didn’t think she should interrupt Jack without his permission. It didn’t seem right.

There was no sign of her younger brother Todd, though. Thank goodness, Emily thought as she made her way up the stairs. She was in no mood to deal with her chubby little smartass brother … especially after the way he’d lecherously stared at her earlier, during breakfast. Like he’d never seen her naked before. Like that wasn’t normal, or something. Little perverted creep, Emily thought. She shuddered. I mean, come on … Jack can look at me like that, because he’s Jack. But Todd … ick. Just … ick. Hopefully he’s staying at his friend Brian’s house tonight, so I don’t have to deal with his shit.

Emily made her way to her room. She was all set to put on the outfit that Jack had picked for her – her special outfit, that she knew she was always supposed to wear in his bedroom – but she noticed a simple note, sitting folded on top of her bed. Curiously, she picked it up, and read it.

Don’t wear anything, slut. Stay naked. Just shower, and put on some makeup. Make your hair look pretty as well. When you’re ready, come to my workshop in the basement.

– J

Emily’s eyes shone with excitement as she finished reading. Yes, yes, yes, Jack’s finally going to fuck me, she thought. She practically sprinted into the bathroom so she could shower, as her brother asked. She quickly washed herself, scrubbing all the sweat from her practice away so she was nice and clean. Toweling herself off, she brushed her hair, put on a hint of eyeliner and pink lip gloss … moving fast, but not too fast. She wanted to look perfect for Jack.

When she finally decided she was ready, Emily headed down the stairs, down to the basement, going through the kitchen and past the study. She noticed that the study door was open and the study was empty, but didn’t give much thought to it. She was too busy thinking about Jack. She opened the door to the basement with a little bit of trepidation … she didn’t go down there much. And she certainly hadn’t been down there recently, not since Jack had gotten their parents to convert it to his own personal workspace. She made her way down into the basement …

… and what she saw utterly shocked her.

The basement was brightly lit, with lots of fluorescent lights in the ceiling. Gone where the dingy shelves and the old washing machine that Emily remembered. Instead, they were replaced with a pristine white tile floor, bright white walls … and several computer stations, all at the edges of the room, along those walls. Boxes and boxes of electronic and computer equipment filled the space between the stations, and in the corners of the basement were large black speakers, mounted atop short metallic tripods, all facing the center of the room.

In the center of the room was a large circular bed, covered with white satin sheets. Six small digital cameras, again mounted atop tripods, were evenly spaced the bed.

Emily swallowed hard. She suddenly found herself wondering exactly why she’d come to the basement, and why she was so eager … to fuck Jack … her own brother? And the cameras … did that mean … ?

“No,” Emily whispered. “No, no, no …”

And yet, Emily found herself unable to leave. Instead, she walked towards the bed as though she was in a trance, unable to stop herself. Nervously, she sat naked at the edge of the bed, wondering why she was there.

A familiar sound began to echo through the basement. Emily looked around, trying to find the source of the noise … and realized that the speakers in the corners were playing familiar music, the wonderful, tuneless, static-filled noise that used to play from the headphones Jack had given her. She nodded as the odd music played, feeling better. The music was soothing. Of course she’d come to the basement. Jack was going to fuck her.

And it was going to be great.

The lights from the ceiling above began to flash as well. Though they flickered in odd, bright patterns, they made Emily feel a bit sleepy. She lay down on the bed, the coolness of the satin sheets feeling wonderful against her naked skin. Lying on her back, she watched the lights, and listened to the music, and …

Stage four conditioning begins, Emily thought sleepily. Emily, you absolutely love being a dirty, perverted slut. Whenever you’re with Jack, or with someone Jack chooses, you’ll do whatever Jack wants, or what they want, without hesitation. You’ll love every second of it. Confirm agreement.

“I agree,” Emily said dreamily.

Emily, sex makes your body feel fantastic. From now on, you constantly crave sex. You can’t get enough of it. You may not engage in sex with anyone without Jack’s express permission, however. You also may not pleasure yourself sexually without Jack’s express permission. At the present time, you are only permitted to engage in sex with the head cheerleader Charlotte without Jack’s express permission, as previously coded in conditioning subroutine Epsilon seventeen. Confirm agreement.

“I agree,” Emily said dreamily.

Emily, you have a sexy body. You have wonderful tits. Your tits will be even more wonderful when your body makes them grow bigger. You’ll want to show off your body as much as possible, especially your tits. You’ll enjoy dressing like a slut whenever you’re not in the house, in order to show off your body. And when you’re in the house, you will be naked at all times, except when Jack has specificially told you to wear a certain outfit. Confirm agreement.

“I agree,” Emily said dreamily.

“Good,” said Jack.

Calibrations complete. Stage four conditioning ends.

Startled, Emily sat up. Jack was there, sitting near the bed at one of the computer stations. He wore a simple polo shirt and jeans. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over Emily’s naked body. She blushed.

“Sorry, Jack,” Emily said. “I didn’t hear you … I guess I fell asleep, or something.”

“Or something,” Jack agreed. “Sorry I’m late. Dad came home. He and Mom and I needed to work some shit out. It’s all taken care of, though, so don’t worry about it.” He sat up in his chair, and gestured around the basement. “What do you think? Pretty sweet, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” Emily said. She glanced around the room, nodding her approval … but as she nodded, a frown crossed her face. “I don’t get it, though. The bed, I mean. And the cameras.”

“Right. That,” Jack said. He leaned forward, grinning at his sister. “Well, remember how I told you that I wanted our first time together to be something you won’t ever forget?”

“Yes,” Emily replied, nodding eagerly. “I remember.”

“Well, I thought such a special occasion – me fucking that sweet pussy of yours for the first time – was worth recording,” Jack said. “So you’re going to be my special little porn star. I’m going to record every second of us together … but that’s not all. I’ve also set up a live digital feed for some, um, friends of mine. And they’re going to get to watch us, too.”

Emily’s eyes widened in surprise. “They’re going to … to watch us?” she stammered. She stared at her brother in disbelief. When she’d dreamed of fucking him, she imagined that their first time together would be something tender, something sweet and special … not her being turned into his dirty whore, fucking on camera.

“Of course,” Jack said with a smirk. “You’ll love that, right? After all, you love being a dirty, perverted slut. Right?”

“Right,” said Emily. She nodded slowly … then, more vigorously, as she decided her brother was right. She frowned again, though, as she nodded. She felt like she needed to ask Jack something. Something important. At least, it had been important when she came down to the basement. Even though she’d forgotten what it was.

“Something the matter, sis?” Jack asked. He wheeled his chair over to the bed, and put his hand on her smooth, bare thigh. “You look like something’s bothering you.”

“Well … um …” Emily put her hand over her brother’s. “I have a question. I think. I don’t remember it, though.”

“No problem,” said Jack. “Easily solved. Forget your conditioning for a moment. You may ask your question.”

“Why me?” Emily suddenly asked, her voice shaking. She looked at Jack with dawning horror for a moment. “You … the headphones … you could’ve picked anyone … why … why are you doing this?”

“Why did I do this to you, or why did I do this at all?” Jack smirked. “Well, I have to answer why I decided to change myself before why I decided to change you, too. And change is good, sexy sister of mine.” He leaned forward in his chair, placing his hand on one of Emily’s pert, firm breasts. His thumb rolled lazily around the hardness of her nipple while he cupped the soft underside of her tit in his fingers, bouncing her breast up and down. Emily whimpered as her brother played with her,

“I decided to change myself,” Jack said quietly, “because I was tired of being afraid. Being smart doesn’t mean shit if you’re too shy to tell anyone your ideas. And I was tired of being a joke. Maybe I was the smartest kid in school, but that didn’t get stop the jocks from stuffing me in garbage cans, or sticking KICK ME signs on my back and kicking my ass with steel-toed boots. That didn’t stop the pretty girls from laughing at me whenever I tried talking to them … laughing in my face, calling me a loser and telling me to get lost.” Jack grinned crookedly. “I don’t know what hurt more, those boots … or those words.”

For a moment, Emily thought she saw a hint of sadness in Jack’s face. She knew exactly what he was talking about … much to her shame. She’d seen him get stuffed in his own locker once, by one of the lacrosse players. She’d also seen him try to ask out one of Donna’s friends on a date once … and watched as Donna coldly informed him that neither she nor any of her friends ever went out with losers. Lots of people had watched that sad moment, and lots of people had laughed …

… and Emily was one of them.

“I’m sorry, Jack,” Emily said quietly. “I never –”

Jack’s hand left Emily’s breast. He raised it to her face, and pressed a finger sternly against her lips, silencing her. “Save it,” Jack said in a quiet, flat voice. “I don’t want your pity. Ever. Because … well, because I don’t need it. It’s why I never complained – not to Mom, or to Dad, or to anyone. It was my own fault, really. I let people treat me that way. I never fought back, because I was too shy – or too afraid – to fight. So I let people take advantage of me. My fault, as much as theirs.”

“And besides,” Jack continued, “I’ve got something better than pity.”

“What’s that?” Emily asked. Although she thought she already knew the answer.

“Revenge,” Jack said simply.

Emily didn’t say anything. She didn’t know what to say.

“Well, anyway, couple of months ago, I decided I was sick of being afraid,” Jack continued. His fingers kept flying across the keyboard of his computer. Emily, still kneeling naked on his brightly-lit bed, could hear more and more devices scattered throughout the room begin to hum as they came to life. “And fear’s kind of stupid, y’know? It’s just a chemical reaction that happens in your brain, responding to stimulation … or, more accurately, the electrical impulses in your brain that come from that stimulation. Most people are slaves to those chemical reactions and electrical impulses. They can’t control them. But I figured if I could control them … or, rather, condition them …”

Emily stared blankly at Jack. She could kind of follow what her brother was saying … sort of. It was hard to think, especially since she couldn’t stop imagining how fantastic it was going to be when Jack finally stopped talking and starting fucking her needy pussy with that big beautiful cock of his. Still … for some reason, she wanted to know more.

“I don’t understand,” Emily said. “The headphones ...?”

“Ah. Right,” Jack replied. He picked up a set of the headphones that lay next to his computer, sitting atop a jumble of wires and circuit boards. “Not really headphones, actually. More like electrical impulse transmitters. It rewires how your brain responds to certain things. I found out, though, it can be used for other things. Like changing your inhibitions. And it could make physical changes, too. Like I said, it’s all chemical reactions and electrical impulses. Once you unlock that code …”

Jack stood up. He took off his shirt, revealing a lean, ripped physique. Emily stared at her brother, stunned … and kind of turned on. Holy shit, Emily thought. Even yesterday, his body didn’t look that awesome …

“The key to the code is DNA,” Jack said. “I had to figure out the right sequence of rewriting my own electrical impulses and chemical reactions that were specific to my own genetic code. Took awhile … but I did it.” Still standing, Jack unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, and yanked them down around his ankles. Emily’s mouth practically watered as she found herself staring at Jack’s boxers – and the giant, tenting bulge that was straining to be free of them.

“Once I figured how to change myself, and control the secrets of my own mind and body,” Jack continued, kicking away his jeans into a corner of the room, “I realized I could control anyone. I just needed to find the link between other people’s DNA, and how their own chemical reactions and electrical impulses worked inside their heads. But doing that to myself, and then to someone else – well, DNA’s complicated. So I needed a good starting point.”

Emily felt like a light bulb had gone on over her head. “So that’s why …”

“You’re my twin,” Jack said with a shrug. “The closest DNA to mine is yours, Em. You were my most logical test subject. Not identical … but pretty close. I needed a secondary subject, too – one with some common DNA to both of us – so I chose Mom as well. You two were the logical choices for developing my conditioning process.”

“Oh.” Emily frowned, pondering that. Her head was starting to hurt again. What Jack was saying made perfect sense to her, but yet … it was confusing, too. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something – but simply closed it without saying a word. There was a question, right on the tip of her tongue, something important that she couldn’t remember …

“Something you want to ask, sis?” Jack said. He folded his arms across his chest, looking at Emily with an amused smirk. “Very well. Forget your conditioning for a moment. You may ask your question.”

“Why do you want to fuck me?” Emily asked suddenly. “And Mom? Mom? That’s just fucking sick, Jack … I mean … I’m sorry, I’m so sorry … no, I’m not … I don’t …” Her voice trailed off, and the smile on her face vanished. Hot tears welled in her eyes. She looked wildly around the room, suddenly all-too-aware of the cameras, as though a veil had been torn away from her face. Her whole body trembled as she realized exactly what Jack had planned for her, that he intended to fuck her like some kind of slutty porn star while his friends – or whoever they were – watched. Her own brother wanted to fuck her …

“It’s okay, Em,” Jack said to her. “Remember? You need to remember your conditioning now. You absolutely love being a dirty, perverted slut. And whenever you’re with me, or with someone I choose, you’ll do whatever I want, or what they want, without hesitation, and you’ll love every second of it. Right?”

“Yes … yes, right,” Emily said. She nodded, and smiled. Of course. Why wouldn’t she love it? The thought of fucking Jack sounded fantastic. Again.

“To answer your question,” Jack said, “I want to fuck you and Mom because I know that if either one of you had a choice – if either one of you had free will – it’s one of the things you wouldn’t ever want to do. I knew if I could turn you both into a pair of willing whores who wanted to constantly fuck me … well, I knew I’d completely control you. You want to constantly fuck me, right, sis?”

“Yeah,” Emily said happily. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.”

“Well, good,” Jack said. Carefully, he removed his boxers, and stood completely naked in front of his sister. His cock was stiff and hard, standing at attention … and looking bigger than ever, even longer and thicker than when Emily and her mother had sucked him off the night before. The rest of his body was lean and impossibly chiseled as well, although Emily only barely noticed that. It was hard for her to peel her eyes away from his cock.

It’s almost a foot long, Emily thought in astonishment. I’ve never had anything that big before …

“And, Emily?” Jack said. He picked a small black remote control device off of one the nearby pile of electronics, and got onto the bed with his sister. “Truth be told … I’ve also always wanted to fuck you. Mom, too. But mostly … you. I’ve dreamed about this for a long, long time.”

Jack tapped a button on the remote. The cameras surround the bed began to hum and whir. “I never actually thought I’d get a chance to fuck you, though,” he continued. “Apart from the fact I knew you’d never, ever want to do it – at least without being conditioned – for some reason, I used to think that was wrong.” A slight frown crossed his face … but only for the briefest of moments. “Funny. I used to think a lot of things were wrong. I guess I don’t, anymore.”

Shivering with anticipation, Emily lay down in the center of the bed. She spread her legs wantonly open for Jack, displaying her bare smooth pussy for him. He crawled to her, kneeling between her splayed thighs, nodding in approval as his eyes feasted on her ripe cunt. Emily looked back up at him in wonder, realizing that the shy, pimple-faced geek who was her brother was gone forever … replaced instead by a confident, handsome stud who intended to fuck her senseless.

“Rules,” Jack said. He grabbed Emily roughly by her slender thighs, dragging her close to him on the bed. The tip of his cock grazed against the entrance to his sister’s wet sex, teasing her. “When the red lights – see them? – beneath the camera lenses are glowing, that means the cameras are on. While they’re on, you’ll only call me Master. Not Jack. While they’re on, you’ll do whatever I want. You’ll love fucking me, and you won’t be able to get enough of it. And when you cum, you’ll cum harder than you ever have before. Understand, slut?”

Emily nodded.

Jack traced the tip of cock down the length of Emily’s bare slit. She bit her lip, quivering in anticipation, desperately wanting him to finally fuck her. “Also, when the red lights are on … that means that my friends are watching us fuck. They’re watching you act like my nasty little whore. You won’t be able to stop thinking about how humiliating that is. But it’ll turn you on anyway, being a filthy slut sucking and fucking for the camera, with so many people watching you acting like a cum-hungry whore. Understand, slut?”

Emily’s face turned slightly pale. Her body quivered more, as much from embarrassment as from desire … but still, she nodded.

“Good.” Jack pressed another button on the remote, then tossed it aside. One by one, red lights beneath each of the camera lenses switched on – click, click, click, click, click.

Abruptly, Jack grabbed Emily’s hips, flipping her over on her stomach. Before she knew what was happening, Emily found her brother pulling her ass up to him, shoving her knees apart. She realized that he intended to fuck her doggystyle … and that one of the cameras was right in front of her face.

“Look right into the camera, slut,” Jack said.

Emily looked into the lens. She could imagine the guys who were watching her, seeing her naked on her hands and knees. She wondered if they were laughing at her. Or jacking off to her. Or both. Her cheeks turned red, thinking about it …

“Smile for the camera,” Jack said. “Tell everyone watching your name. And tell them what you want me to do to you.”

Emily forced herself to smile. “My name … my name is Emily,” she said, her voice shaking. “And I … I want my Master … to fuck me. I’ve … I’ve been dreaming about his cock inside me all day, I can’t think about anything else … I want him inside me, fucking me …”

“Is that right?” Jack said lazily. His strong hands started kneading the tender flesh of her asscheeks. He rubbed his cock more insistently against her wet slit, gently parting the lips of her nether regions with the crown of his dick. Emily mewled and pushed her ass back against her brother’s stomach. “Do you like to fuck, slut?”

“Yes,” Emily said. Why am I saying all of this? she desperately wondered. It was like she couldn’t help herself, just blurting out her most embarrassing secrets to the camera. “I love fucking. It feels so good …”

“Well, if you want to fuck, you dirty whore,” Jack said, “beg for it. Beg for my cock.”

“Please …” Emily whimpered. She wanted so badly not to look at the cameras, but she could tear her eyes away from them. She could see Jack’s reflection in the lens in front of her, grinning at her. “I want you … to fuck me … I want your cock, Master, sliding in and out of my slut pussy … please, put it inside me …”

“Well, then,” said Jack with a laugh, “since you put it that way …”

Jack grabbed her sides tightly, and with a grunt, the head of his cock pushed its way into Emily’s hot hole. Emily gasped, and pushed herself back against him … and then the full length of his cock slipped inside her steaming cunt, filling her completely.

“Holy shit, Em,” Jack said hoarsely. “You’re so tight …”

Jack gripped Emily’s sides tighter, and he began to savagely pound his sister’s pussy with fast, hard strokes. Emily let out a ragged cry of delight as her brother reamed her eager cunt, the length of his manhood filling the depth of her sex as he slid relentlessly in and out of her. The walls of her tight snatch hugged Jack’s cock as he fucked her, and she almost began to sob with joy. She’d never felt anything better before, than her own brother’s cock, fucking her hard …

“Yes, Master, yes, yes, yes!!!” Emily sobbed. “That feels so good, please don’t stop …” She found herself smashing her ass back hard against her brother’s pistoning hips, wanting more and more of his dick inside her pussy. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that there was a camera off to the side of the bed, near the floor … angled perfectly so it could see her brother’s giant cock plowing her wet pussy.

How many people are watching us fuck? Emily wondered, even as her brother’s balls began to slap harder against her sex. The very thought suddenly frightened her … and turned her on as well Five? A dozen? Hundreds? And if he’s recording this, who’s he going to show it to …

Her thoughts faded as Emily felt Jack’s stomach start to press against the small of her back. He kept fucking her with hard, insistent strokes, his cock battering her cunt … and then, Emily felt his one of his hands on her tits, squeezing them, caressing them. She groaned loudly … and then groaned some more, as she felt his length slip out of her.

Frustrated, Emily looked over her shoulder at Jack. He simply smiled, and pointed at his cock.

“Suck it, slut,” Jack said. “I want you to taste yourself on me.”

Emily crawled over to her brother. She slid her lips over his cock, her tongue tracing along its underside as she took him in her mouth. She’d never tasted her own juices before. The only time she’d ever tasted a girl’s cum was when she’d experimented with her friend Donna, and that had only been once. Emily thought her own juices – hot, and musky – tasted pretty good, though. Especially when those juices were coating Jack’s fantastic dick.

Emily felt a hand on her chin. She felt Jack turning her head, and realized that she was looking into another camera … while her head bobbed up and down on her brother’s cock.

“Look right at the camera, Em,” Jack said. “Show everyone who’s watching just what a good little cocksucking slut you are.”

Emily’s eyes widened with shame … but her mouth never left Jack’s cock. Instead, she took more and more of his length down her throat. As she continued to suck him, she felt his hot pre-cum start to dribble from the tip of his cock, and she pulled her mouth off his hard dick. She began to lick and slurp the crown of his cock like an ice cream cone, her tongue running over the head as her hand started to stroke him.

“I love sucking your cock, Master,” Emily whispered.

“I know you do, Emily,” Jack answered. “But I think you like fucking it more.”

Jack moved over on the bed, laying across it on his back. He glanced over at Emily, who knelt beside him. “Climb on top of my cock, slut,” he said to his sister. “And ride me.”

“Yes, Master,” Emily said. She started to straddle him, looking down with adoration at her brother’s face … and then, she felt her brother’s hands forcefully turning her around, so he was looking at her back instead.

“Everyone watching wants to see you getting fucked,” Jack said. He held up Emily so she squatted over his cock, the tip of his dick teasing her wet sex once more. “This way, they can see my cock sliding in and out of you, slut. Look into the cameras and tell everyone how much you love it.”

“I love it,” Emily said, “I love ooOOHHH!!!”

Jack pushed Emily’s hips down, and his cock suddenly impaled her slick, wet pussy, filling her completely, the head of his cock slamming against her cervix. Emily had never felt anything so fantastic in her life. She started bouncing up and down on Jack’s cock, coating the length of his dick with her wanton juices again, her bare tits jiggling wildly as she rode her brother.

“I’m your slut, Master, I’m your slut,” Emily babbled. Sweat began to drip from her slender body as she frantically fucked her twin. “Your cock feels so good inside me, don’t ever stop, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me …”

Jack didn’t say anything. Emily could tell he loved fucked her. Jack began ramming his cock into her wet cunny, faster and faster, grunting as he slid in and out of her like a jackhammer. She could feel his hands gripping her ass tightly, kneading her cheeks, his breathing growing more and more labored as he fucked her with wild abandon.

As Emily rode Jack, she looked down at herself, looking at her taut tummy … and then, between her legs, to the beautifully obscene view of her own brother’s huge cock sliding in and out of her pussy, covered in her wet desire, the squishing sound of his cock plunging into her depths filling the air. She looked up, and saw a camera, focused perfectly between her legs, capturing the decadent view of her brother’s cock fucking her, capturing what a cock-hungry slut she was …

And then, Emily let out a loud cry. Her pussy practically exploded as she came, her hips bucking and shaking wildly as her body was overcome with wanton pleasure. As Emily came, and as the slick walls of her glistening cunt hugged her brother Jack’s pistoning cock even more tightly … she heard him grunt, and groan, and felt his hands tightly grip her sweaty, bucking hips. She mewled with raw, bestial pleasure as she felt Jack’s manhood begin to batter her pussy even harder. Then, she felt him shudder … and that huge, lovely cock of his spasmed, shooting massive jet after jet of warm, sticky cum inside her. She felt his hot semen completely flooding her pussy, filling her completely, spilling into her eager womb. She felt even more of his milky white seed dribbling out of her cunt as he continued to spurt inside her, running down the length of his thick cock and onto her lean thighs.

And as Jack came inside his sister, over and over again … Emily suddenly became acutely aware of the cameras again, and how they were all keenly focused on her slick, cum-drenched pussy. Everyone watching … they just saw my brother cum inside me … Emily thought. Her eyes grew wide, but she found herself unable to look away from the cameras. She couldn’t help but think of all the guys who were watching her … maybe even jacking off to her … watching as she rode Jack like a filthy, cock-craving whore … and let him shoot his wonderful, warm load of baby batter deep inside her cunt, again and again … and they could all see how much she’d loved every second of fucking him.

Emily gasped as she felt her brother’s hands sliding up her back. He’d finally stopped cumming, and he lay still beneath her, his cock no longer ravaging her. She remained sitting on top of him, though, still delightfully impaled on his huge dick, which remained nice and hard inside her. She found herself loving the feeling, his cock buried inside her cum-soaked twat … and her face reddened, as she realized that everyone watching could see how much she loved it.

Jack, apparently, had noticed she loved it as well.

“Did you like that, slut?” Jack asked her. He ran his strong hands up her sides, holding her, keeping her on top of him. “Tell everyone watching how much you like being fucked, Emily. Tell everyone how much you love your nasty slut cunt to be filled up with hot cum.”

“I … I love it, Master,” Emily blurted out. NO! she thought wildly, what are you saying?! … but, to her own horror, she smiled at the camera and kept on happily babbling away. “I love being your fucktoy, Master … I dream all day about sucking and fucking your cock. And I love when your cock fills my tight pussy with your cum … it feels so good when you spurt it all inside me … so … fucking … good …”

Emily found herself reaching down between her legs. She ran a finger along the outline of her parted pussy lips, which was still crammed full of Jack’s hard cock, touching herself where her brother’s flesh and her own wantonly met. She giggled as her brother groaned from the light caress of her fingertips. She scooped up some of the sticky, hot semen that had trickled out of her cunt … and brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking on them lewdly as she winked at the cameras.

“Yummy,” Emily said. She looked over her shoulder at her brother. She saw surprise in his eyes, which was replaced by a crooked grin … and a lustful hunger. She wiggled her ass, cooing as his cock shifted inside her twat … even as a sick feeling flared up in the pit of her stomach, a desperate feeling that struggled not to be ignored.

Don’t do this, that feeling said. This is wrong, so wrong, so pity’s sake, please stop, please stop, Emily, you can’t, you can’t, please please PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE !!!!!

Emily tried to scream.

Instead, she found herself saying “Master, please fuck me again? Please, please, please?”

Jack lifted Emily off his cock. Finally, it had started to soften. “Later, slut, if you’re good,” Jack said. He leaned over on the bed, past the naked, sweat-drenched body of his sister, so he could look directly at the cameras himself. “Don’t worry, friends, you’ll get to watch. You’ll be getting to watch this cock-hungry bitch fuck a lot. You’d like that a lot, wouldn’t you, Emily?”

NO! Emily wanted to shout … except, of course, she didn’t.

“Of course, Master,” Emily said brightly.

Jack smiled. “Very good, slut.” He waved at the cameras, and got up off the bed. “Good night everyone, we’re done … for now. See you soon, though. Consider this an appetizer – the main courses are yet to come.”

Picking the remote for the cameras up off a pile of computer parts, Jack pressed a button. The red lights of the cameras winked off, and they fell silent.

Sighing, Jack took a seat back in front of one of his computers.“Very good, Em,” Jack murmured to his sister. “I wasn’t entirely sure that would work. The conditioning, that is. That was a pretty extreme first test … but you passed it. With flying colors, I might add.” He got off the big, circular bed and took a seat at the workstation closest to it. He tapped a key impatiently on the computer that was there, and giant strings of numbers began to fly across a monitor.

“Yep … yep, good,” Jack said. “We had a few weak moments, it seems, but …” He tapped a few more keys. “But … yes. Overall, the conditioning held. And now … yes. Perfect.” He tapped a few more keys.

A cool, tingly feeling washed over Emily’s body. It felt good, but it made her feel a little confused as well. Bewildered, she stared at her brother blankly. “Does … does that mean you liked fucking me?”

Jack laughed. “Yes,” he replied. “Yes, I suppose it does. Although I don’t just like fucking you, sis. I love fucking you. Don’t worry, I think we’re going to be fucking a lot from now on.”

“Oh, good,” Emily said cheerfully. “I love fucking you, too. I don’t want to fuck anyone but you anymore.” She shifted around lazily on the bed. Some of her brother’s cum dribbled out of her freshly-fucked pussy. She smiled, thinking about all of the cum that was still inside her. It felt so good, so warm and sticky.

Jack looked at his sister curiously. Emily thought she saw a strange gleam in his eye.

“What if you did fuck other people, though?” Jack asked her. “What if I wanted you to fuck other people?”

“But I don’t want to, Jack,” said Emily. “I love fucking you.”

“I don’t care what you want, Emily,” Jack replied. “Would that bother you, Em? Would it bother you if I made you fuck lots of cocks? If I let other guys stick their dicks inside that sweet, tight little snatch of yours, and come inside you as much as they wanted?” He cocked his head, giving her a curious look. “Forget your conditioning for a moment, Em. You may be honest in your response.”

“No,” Emily said quickly. She felt her head begin to throb again. The nice cool sensation was starting to fade away. “No, please, don’t, I can’t, what you want … I can’t …” She spoke faster and faster, with cold fear starting to run through her body as she answered her brother. She wanted to say more – so much more, she practically wanted to burst, but found that she couldn’t. “Don’t make me …”

“Relax,” Jack said. He caressed his sister’s cheek tenderly, brushing her damp hair out of her pretty face and kissed her softly on the forehead. Emily felt light-headed for a moment … and then she felt better. Much better. The throbbing was gone. The coolness was back.

“I promise you, sis,” Jack continued, “that the only cock that gets to fuck your fantastic pussy is mine. No one else. My dick is the only dick you’ll feel inside your snatch.” He put his fingers under Emily’s chin, lifting her face so she had to look right at his smiling face. For a second, she thought she saw a wicked glint in his eyes – not just a wicked glint, but an evil glint – but she took a deep breath, and realized that she hadn’t seen anything of the sort. A trick of the light from the cameras, maybe. Or maybe because she was feeling a little weird …

“Okay,” Emily said, sighing happily in relief. “Because I love fucking you, Jack. I don’t want any other cock but yours. I love how big you feel when you’re inside me. I love it when your cum splashes inside me … I don’t want anyone else.”

Jack nodded. “I understand. Beside, that’d be really, really humiliating if you had to fuck other guys. Lots of other guys. Right? It’d make you feel like a total slut, if you had to fuck and suck a lot of cocks, even if you didn’t want to?”

Emily nodded.

“But it’d really turn you on, too. It’d make you nice and wet, being such a dirty slut, fucking and sucking whoever I wanted you to be with …”

Slowly, Emily nodded again. It would turn her on. Very much. Of course it would.

“Just remember what I told you last night, when we were together with Mom,” Jack said. “Remember your conditioning. You absolutely love being a dirty, perverted slut. And whenever you’re with me, or with someone I choose, you’ll do whatever I want, or what they want, without hesitation, and you’ll love every second of it. Remember?”

Emily nodded. “Yes, I remember,” she whispered. Of course she remembered. How could she not?

“But don’t worry,” Jack replied amiably, “Like I said, the only cock that gets to fuck your fantastic pussy is mine. And speaking of that pussy …” Jack leaned over and ran his hand down Emily’s back, giving one of her supple ass cheeks a naughty squeeze before slipping it between her legs. Emily let out a soft, ragged sigh as he slipped a finger inside her sex, plunging it deep into her cum-drenched hole. “You stopped taking your birth control pills, right, sis?”

“Of course,” Emily said. She found herself kissing his abs as he fingered her. She wanted him to fuck her again, so badly … “You said I wouldn’t need them anymore. You promised. So I stopped. You said once I was … was conditioning, I wouldn’t need to be on the pill. Right?”

“That’s right,” Jack replied. He pulled his finger out of Emily’s needy pussy, and stuck it in her mouth, letting her suck it clean. “You don’t need to be on the pill anymore.”

“Right,” Emily replied happily. “You promised.”

“Indeed I did,” Jack said. He sat on the bed, and pulled his sister close to him. “I intend to keep all my promises to you,” he whispered in Emily’s ear, and then he began to kiss her, hard and insistent, his tongue sliding wickedly into her eager mouth. He grabbed her hand as they kissed, shoving it roughly between his legs.

To Emily’s delight, his cock was huge and hard again.

“Suck me, sis,” Jack growled, as he broke away from their lewd kiss.

Happily, Emily obeyed, and eagerly took his cock again in her wet, willing mouth.