The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Alex whistled softly to himself as he manipulated the image on his computer screen. Life seemed to be going quite well for him recently. That, of course had a lot to do with his sister. In the two weeks since he’d started putting subliminal images in the television shows she watched, her attitude toward him had turned around a hundred and eighty degrees.

The bossy attitude had been the first thing to go. She had stopped treating him as a mere inconvenience in her life. She no longer threatened to turn their father and Tiffany against him if he didn’t follow her dictates. Her demeanor had not immediately turned into outright friendliness, though; her seeming embarrassment about having exposed her breasts to Alex seemed to be at least part of the reason for that. But at least she had stopped being such a bitch.

And then, in the last week, her attitude toward him had shifted again. She had started to look at him differently, her gaze lingering on him as they passed in the hall in the morning. Alex had looked up from the front page of the newspaper in the morning several times to find his sister looking not at the fashion and entertainment section, as usual, but at him. Directly at him. She’d always glanced away in embarrassment, but Alex knew what was going on. She found him attractive.

That was because the current phase of her programming was conditioning her to find Alex... arousing. Every few seconds or so during Katrina’s TV shows, a statement like “I really want to get fucked by my little brother,” or “Being around my brother makes me horny,” would flash on the screen for a brief instant. Though Katrina’s conscious mind was unaware of it, the message filtered down into her subconscious, where it affected her in useful ways. Interspersed with the messages were composite photographs Alex had created. The current batch of photographs included several images that showed Alex fucking Katrina. Of course, they were only doctored photographs of other people, but the high-quality graphics software Alex used made them look realistic enough for this purpose.

Alex was quite enjoying Katrina’s newfound attraction to him. He didn’t want to push things too far—he didn’t think she’d agree to fuck him just yet—but he was toying with her casually. He’d look at her occasionally, undressing her with his eyes, until she blushed and turned away. And when they passed in the hall, he would make sure his body brushed against hers, listening for the soft gasp she always emitted at the contact. After years of being toyed with, Alex was delighting in a little bit of toying himself.

There was a soft knock at his door. “Come in,” Alex called, iconifying the image manipulation program on his computer screen. He wouldn’t want anyone seeing that.

The door opened as he turned around in the swivel chair, revealing the gorgeous form of his sister. “Hi, Alex,” she said softly. “Um... Am I disturbing you?”

Alex tried to appear casual. “No, I was just... working on a programming project.”

“Oh,” she replied blankly. Alex had also been using the subliminal conditioning to make her more polite and civil toward him. That had worked quite well; she was no longer the royal bitch she’d been to him for most of their lives. But Katrina still didn’t pretend to be interested in Alex’s life or his hobbies. Perhaps in this case that was just as well.

“Well, I was wondering if you could... um... do me a favor? I bought some clothes today at the mall on the way home from school. I kind of want to try them out and make sure I want to keep them, you know? I could still exchange them if I decide I don’t want them. So... um... would you mind looking at them and giving me a... you know, a man’s perspective?”

Alex pretended to look surprised. “Yeah, sure, I could do that,” he replied.

“Oh, thank you, Alex. You’re really a swell brother. Okay, I’ll come back in a minute.” She pranced off down the hall.

Alex leaned back in his chair, smiling. Making Katrina find him attractive hadn’t been the only objective of the most recent round of subliminal images and messages. He’d mixed in other pictures and sentences designed to cause certain other interesting behaviors.

For example, the picture he’d been working on when Katrina knocked was a composite image depicting Katrina wearing a tight pink tube top that left her midriff and shoulders alluringly exposed while clinging tightly to the swell of her breasts. The black leather skirt she was wearing was barely long enough to cover her ass, and left her stocking-clad legs well-displayed. (Of course, the body in question wasn’t actually Katrina’s, but since Alex had grafted Katrina’s face onto the woman’s body, it would fool her subconscious mind. He hoped.)

This image would go into a set that was already running through the subliminal insertion program. The pictures depicted Katrina in various skimpy, attention-getting outfits, always leering lasciviously into the camera. The accompanying text messages reinforced the messages—“Showing off my body gets me horny”, “I like dressing sexy”, and the like.

Another set that Alex was running took the concept a step further. These pictures all involved men looking at Katrina’s scantily-clad body as she gazed back happily. The messages attached to these kept up the theme—“I get so hot when men look at my body,” “I love it when men tell me how sexy I am.” As an experiment, Alex had attached comic-strip-style balloons to some of the men, with captions like “Damn, you’re hot!” and “Wow! Nice ass, babe!” But Alex was unsure that the “spoken” text would be noticeable next to the image. Perhaps he should increase the font size, he mused.

Just then, Katrina reappeared in his doorway, stepping timidly into the room. Alex’s eyes opened wide as he took her in. Her orange-red hair had been combed out luxuriously and fell in soft waves over the tan skin of her bare shoulders. The ends of her hair fell over the fire-engine-red shoulderless sweater that covered her torso and arms. The sweater clung enticingly to her breasts and tapered nicely down her stomach, stopping a few inches short of the black cotton skirt that completed the outfit. “Do you like it?” Katrina asked softly as she turned around to show him her back. Alex watched as the skirt slid tightly across her legs as she turned. The outfit was completed by a pair of low-heeled black pumps that shone in the light.

Alex stood up and made a show of appraising the outfit. “Wow, this is nice, sis! I mean, it really makes you look hot!”

Alex grinned behind his sister’s back as he heard her gasp softly. It looked as though the captions had worked. He ran one hand down the back of her skirt, feeling her tremble at his touch. He smirked and decided to try another one. “The skirt really shows off that nice ass of yours.” He was rewarded by a slight shudder as Katrina drew a deep breath. He removed his hand. “Turn around and let me see the front again,” he said.

Katrina responded immediately, turning to face him. He made a show of staring at her cleavage. She was wearing a gold-chain necklace that curved down over her chest and dipped just underneath the top of the sweater, deliciously highlighting the upper curves of her tits. “Yeah, that sweater really shows off your jugs.”

He watched in amusement as the effect of the comment hit her. Her eyes closed as she drew in a sharp breath. “Th-thank you, Alex,” she moaned. Alex watched in fascination as Katrina fought to keep her composure. He wondered how far the effect could be pushed. Maybe even... Hmmm.

“So, didn’t you say you had some other outfits you’d bought, sis?” Alex asked casually. “I’d like to see the rest of them, too.”

“Oh! Um... right,” Katrina said, flustered. “Okay, um... I’ll go change. Back in a minute.” She turned and hurried from the room.

Alex sat back down, thinking about what to do. Katrina had seemed to get quite excited at his words. He didn’t think the subliminal conditioning should have had quite that strong an effect. None of the literature on the subject that he’d read mentioned effects this strong. Why was Katrina getting this excited from his words?

Maybe the answer lay in Katrina’s heavy TV viewing. Katrina spent virtually all of her free time at home watching TV, primarily those sappy teen dramas he hated so much. The shows that featured gorgeous young men and women flirting and romancing each other all the time as they dealt with all the usual high school trivialities.

As Alex had previously noticed, it seemed that Katrina spent most of her time trying to emulate the beautiful, vapor-brained girls on these shows. Alex had observed that it was almost as though the TV was programming Katrina; it had been that thought, in fact, that had led him to the idea of using the TV to subliminally condition her.

But maybe, he thought now, he’d been more correct than he realized. Katrina’s life, now that he thought about it, was quite stereotypical. She was a beautiful, rich suburban girl, a cheerleader who dated football players. Her interests seemed to be confined to personal beauty, socializing, and gossip. Alex realized with surprise that he couldn’t think of a single hobby his sister had. Her father was an ex-football player and her stepmother was a professional cheerleader, so there was certainly no intellectual stimulation coming from her family. (Alex knew that Katrina ignored him, of course.)

So maybe Katrina really was shaping her life to emulate the teen bubbleheads she saw on TV. And if TV already held such a powerful sway over her, maybe that would explain the surprisingly strong effect that Alex’s subliminal images were having on her.

Alex’s thoughts were interrupted by Katrina’s return. Again, she stepped timidly into the room, and again Alex practically gaped at her. This outfit was quite a contrast to the previous one. Where the sweater and skirt she’d modeled before had had a sort of elegant allure, this outfit radiated raw sexuality. A thin black short-sleeved blouse clung to the top of her body. The blouse lay open down the front, exposing a generous amount of cleavage and revealing the white demi-bra beneath. In fact, it looked as though the blouse wasn’t meant to be closed at all; Alex couldn’t see any buttons or snaps. If the two sides hadn’t been tied together just under her boobs, the whole thing surely would have fallen open, revealing her breasts in their glorious entirety.

Katrina’s well-toned stomach was bare—a sleek expanse of copper skin that stretched down to a pair of white denim shorts. Katrina did a pirouette, showing Alex that the shorts were just barely long enough to cover the curve of her ass. A pair of glossy white heels completed the ensemble.

“Holy, shit, you look great, sis!” Alex exclaimed. It had been a genuine exclamation of amazement, not a calculated attempt to arouse her. But it had that effect just the same—Katrina inhaled a sharp breath of excitement.

“I mean, that tight, sexy little tummy of yours really looks good exposed like that,” Alex commented.

“Mmmmmm... Th-thank you...”

Alex decided to pile it on. “Turn around so I can see that luscious ass of yours in those hot shorts again!”

Katrina complied, leaning one arm against the wall to support herself as she swooned. “Ohhhhhh.... unnnnnngh.....”

“God, sis, you’re going to have every guy in the school staring at you if you walk down the hall like that!”

“Ohhhhh God,” she moaned between pants, “Alex, I...”

“Let me see the front again,” Alex commanded.

Katrina turned to face him again, a dazed look on her face. “Th-thank you, Alex, but... but, please...”

“Man, I just can’t get over those magnificent tits of yours!” Alex exclaimed, cutting her off. “They just look so mouth-watering under that blouse.”

“Ahhhhhh!” Katrina gasped, throwing her head back, lifting one hand to her face. “Alex... please... stop...” she gasped between breaths.

Alex grinned, enjoying himself thoroughly. “Man, every guy at school is going to be staring at those hooters of yours!”

“Ahhhh... ohhhhh... no... please... don’t...” She was almost hyperventilating now, her hand sliding down her chest as she leaned against the wall.

Alex took in the sight before him—his gorgeous sister, dressed to fuck and horny as hell. He wanted to fuck her incredibly badly, to throw her on the ground and dive into her with all the passion his frustrated adolescent body felt. But he held back. It didn’t quite feel right yet. She was attracted to him now, but he was concerned that the sentiment hadn’t yet had time to fully settle into her mind. He knew this was not the moment to screw her. But there was something else he could do that would be almost as fun.

“Oh, God, Katrina, if you weren’t my own sister I’d throw you on the ground and fuck your brains out right here,” he declared.

The effect on Katrina was electric. She screeched in passion, her back arching as she fell against the wall behind her. Her gasping protests melted into a continuous series of orgasmic screams. Her hips bucked against an imaginary intruder as her head twisted violently back and forth, her hair tossing about her like a brightly burning fire.

Alex watched his gorgeous sister in awe as her orgasm subsided, her shrieks of passion fading into grunts and then into soft pants. It hit him for the first time just how much power he had over this bitch. He’d just brought her to orgasm with nothing but a few carefully chosen words. If he could do that, was there anything he couldn’t do?

Tiffany Young stretched her sleek frame langorously on the couch as she watched TV. It was nearing the end of Richfield High, and Debbie was trying to explain to her boyfriend Dominic that even though she loved him very much, she wasn’t ready to sleep with him yet. Dominic seemed to be having a hard time dealing with it.

Tiffany sighed as she stared at Dominic. God, he was a hunk. He was barely a few years younger than her. Almost like the brother she’d never had. She giggled as she realized that she was feeling a bit warm inside looking at him. She loved Greg very much, of course, but... well, there was nothing wrong with a girl fantasizing a bit about a younger guy, was there?

The discussion between the characters had turned heated. Debbie seemed to be angry at Dominic, accusing him of viewing her as a sex object. Well, hell, Tiffany thought, what was the problem with that? That Debbie had a sexy little body on her, and if she had any sense she’d have been prancing around in the raciest clothes she could find.

Tiffany knew that she got hot whenever men looked at her body. Why, just last week she’d gone to the public pool to tan. Sure, she could have used the family pool in the backyard, but there would have been no one else around. No men around. At the public pool, she’d reveled in the looks she’d gotten from men—the outright stares, the sly glances, all of it. She’d been looked at that way by males ever since she’d turned sixteen, but for some reason it was only in the last few weeks that she’d found the eyeballs on her so... delicious.

It seemed so unfortunate that this Debbie character was unable to experience the same happiness from showing off her body. Tiffany hoped that her stepdaughter wasn’t having that problem. Katrina was such a great girl, with a fabulous body. Tiffany remembered how stodgy she had been at Katrina’s age, and she regretted not having taken full advantage of her looks in high school. Maybe she should help Katrina make full use of her body. A picture jumped into Tiffany’s mind of Katrina prancing past an appreciative man. Tiffany smiled at the thought.

The show ended with the argument between the characters still unresolved. Tiffany flicked it off with the remote. She’d find out tomorrow if stuffy old Debbie would realize what a fool she was being. That was the advantage of watching the show in daytime syndication; she didn’t have to wait a whole week for the next show. On the whole, it was much more entertaining than the daytime soaps; although Tiffany still watched those, she found the teen drama to be quite a bit juicier. She always made space in her day to watch Richfield High.

Cookies! Tiffany bounced up from the couch and hurried into the living room, her blond hair swishing in the air behind her. She turned off the oven and popped it open. Sure enough, the cookies were ready! She used an oven mitt to pull the pans out, leaving them to cool on the stovetop. She squealed in delight as she smelled them. Greg and Katrina would love the cookies. And Alex, she reminded herself belatedly. He was part of the family, too.

She felt guilty about the mental slip. She really should be nicer to Alex, she knew. In the last few weeks she’d found herself thinking about that a lot, about how little effort she’d made to connect with Alex, about how the poor kid really needed a mother figure in his life. She really would have to try to get along better with him, to be more... accommodating of his wishes. Yes, that would be nice. Just then the doorbell rang. Katrina hurried to the door to answer it, wondering who it could be. She certainly wasn’t expecting anyone.

Standing outside the door was Eric, Katrina’s boyfriend. “Oh, hi, Ms. Young,” he said nervously, his eyes dropping down her body and then darting back up to re-establish eye contact. “Um... I was wondering if Katrina was here.”

Tiffany’s pulse skipped a beat as she felt his gaze on her. She was rather casually dressed... a simple shirt tied under her breasts and a pair of shorts. It excited her that even in these clothes she could distract the boy’s eyes... and such a cute boy, too. “No, Eric, Katrina’s got a special cheerleading practice today. She won’t be home for a couple more hours.” She looked at his face... so handsome! Katrina was such a lucky girl.

“Oh, right!” Eric exclaimed. “Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Young,” he said sheepishly.

Tiffany smiled at that. “Not at all, Eric. While you’re here would you like to come in and have some cookies?” She tilted her head coquettishly. “They’re fresh out of the oven.” She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but... well, she should be polite to her stepdaughter’s boyfriend, right?

“Um... sure, Mrs. Young, I’d love to.” God, he was so adorable!

Tiffany led Eric into the house, offering him a seat in the kitchen. The seventeen-year-old boy was quite polite and gentlemanly as she served him the cookies and some lemonade, but when her back was turned she could practically feel his eyes staring at her body. Seventeen... that made him only six years younger than her. He could practically be her brother. Tiffany’s eyes closed and she moaned at the thought.

She fought to keep her composure as she sat down with him and sipped her lemonade, trying to make idle chit-chat with him about the current football season. But she couldn’t help but come back to that thought: he was old enough to be her brother. Her little brother. The thought came fully-formed into her mind.

I really want to get fucked by my little brother.

Tiffany closed her eyes and shuddered as her mind processed the idea. She had no idea where it had come from, but God it was true! She felt a moistness between her thighs. If only she had a little brother. A picture flashed into her mind of Alex fucking Katrina. God, that girl was so lucky. The thought of her stepson fucking her stepdaughter sent a shiver of delight down her spine.

“M-Mrs. Young?” Tiffany’s eyes opened as Eric spoke. “Are y-you all right?” Tiffany had forgotten he was there while she’d been thinking about... about fucking her little brother. Eric. Eric was old enough to be her brother.

The boy yelped in surprise as Tiffany shot out of her chair toward him. She silenced him with her lips, plastering them against his in a lusty kiss. He was motionless for several seconds, stunned, but before long he began to respond. Tiffany brought her hands up to his cheeks as she sucked hungrily on his lips. God, he was so delicious. Little brother... fuck little brother...

Eric groaned as she began untying the shirt she was wearing. The kiss broke as she stepped back and pulled off the shirt, revealing her breasts to him. She looked him in the eye, expectantly.

She’d been feeling insecure about her breasts for almost a month now. For her entire life, she’d always been happy with her breasts. They were a bit small, perhaps, but they were firm and pert. But then, just recently, she’d begun to be dissatisfied with them. She’d begun to think about Katrina’s breasts... big and round, the type that men drooled over. And the more she thought about Katrina’s breasts—and it had seemed recently that she couldn’t avoid thinking about them—the more she’d felt that her own were lacking.

Tiffany wanted her breasts to be noticed. She wanted men to swoon over her breasts. She wanted men to talk behind her back about what a nice rack she had, about how great her jugs were. Maybe... “Eric, do you... do you like my breasts?”

He seemed a bit surprised by the question. “Well, uh... yeah, Mrs. Young, they’re... really nice breasts.”

Tiffany fought to hide her disappointment. Really nice breasts. Not fabulous boobs, or incredible tits, or great hooters. Really nice breasts. Was that all they were? Maybe her boobs would never bring the sort of attention she wanted.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Eric surged toward her, resuming their kiss. Her disappointment with her chest faded a bit as she felt his hands rubbing her ass. God, she needed to get fucked. Fucked by this young stud. She snaked one hand down to his crotch and squeezed his cock.

They sank to the kitchen floor, fumbling with buttons and zippers as they undressed each other. Tiffany groaned in anticipation as his rock-hard member slid free from his jeans. She stretched her legs around his back, pulling him in toward her, gasping as she pictured Alex fucking Katrina like this. Little brother fucking big sister.

Minutes later, Tiffany screamed through a powerful orgasm, her pussy squeezing the delicious cock of the boy who could perhaps have been her own brother.

“Bend your head down a bit, honey.” Katrina complied with her stepmother’s request, lowering her head to give Tiffany access to the top of her pinned-up hair. Katrina had been quite appreciative of her help in preparing for the Homecoming Dance.

When Tiffany had first offered to help her pick out a dress for the dance, Katrina had been reluctant to accept. She’d been afraid that the older woman’s thoughts on what was appropriate wouldn’t mesh well with her own. After all, Katrina had a body she wanted to show off. She wanted men staring at her, talking in whispers about how fucking hot she was. And she didn’t think Tiffany would approve of what she wanted to wear. But she’d seen no easy way to refuse Tiffany’s offer, so she’d bitten the bullet.

Much to Katrina’s surprise and delight, though, Tiffany’s attitude had turned out to be anything but conservative. Tiffany seemed almost as interested in showing off Katrina’s body as Katrina herself did. Tiffany had appraised each candidate dress critically, making comments like “Well, that doesn’t show nearly enough leg,” and “This one practically hides your breasts—with boobs as pretty as those, that’s a no-no.” As they’d moved through the selection process, Tiffany had, if anything, pushed Katrina to try dresses even more revealing than those she would have considered on her own.

The shiny silver one-piece dress they’d settled on bordered on the obscene. The low-cut, strapless top showed plenty of cleavage. At the bottom, the skirt ended well short of her knees, displaying a generous amount of leg. The real feature, though, was the middle of the dress—it was practically nonexistent. A large cutout exposed her entire stomach from the round bottoms of her tits down to below her navel. The cutout wrapped around her right side, exposing most of her back as well. The only reason the dress could be called “one-piece” was the strip of fabric stretching from the top to the skirt down her left side. Viewed from the front, back, or right side, it looked as though Katrina was wearing nothing more than a tight tube top and a skimpy skirt. The connecting strip was the only concession to decency.

Katrina was quite satisfied with the dress; it looked just decent enough for the formal dance, but would ensure that she got the lion’s share of the male attention. The thought of all those young men staring at her tits and ass had her wet already. The thought of them all wanting to fuck her... well, she shivered in pleasure every time it came to her.

But that feeling was nothing compared to the lust she felt for her own brother. She knew it was wrong. It was so wrong for a sister to want to screw her brother. But she couldn’t help thinking about it... thinking about his cock pistoning in and out of her. She tried to fight it. She knew she wasn’t ready for sex with anyone yet, just like that girl Debbie on Richfield High. And even if she were ready, wanting her own brother was wrong. But she couldn’t deny that she did want him. Her left hand began rubbing the inside of her leg, creeping slowly upward...

“Okay, I think we’re all set!” Tiffany announced perkily, startling Katrina out of her reverie. “Now how does that look?” the blonde asked, standing next to Katrina in front of the full-length mirror.

Katrina gasped. She looked wonderful. No... she looked better than wonderful. She looked sexy. She looked fucking hot. Every man at the dance would be lusting after her.

“Alex!” Tiffany squealed. Katrina turned to look, and there was her brother, standing in the doorway. “Doesn’t your sister look great?” the blonde gushed.

Katrina gasped as she felt his eyes on her. She wanted him...

Alex fought to control himself, to stay calm as he eyed his dolled-up sister. He felt his cock stirring to life in his pants as he took in the sight. Her elegantly-styled hair looked quite classy, giving her the appearance of a rising young Hollywood starlet on her way to the Oscars. But the dress gave an entirely different impression. Hell, it was barely a dress. It was practically a tube top and a short miniskirt. The thin, stretchy fabric showed off Katrina’s luscious tits and pert ass in considerable detail. The dress and the matching shiny silver pumps were downright trashy, making his teenage sister look like the world’s best-dressed street hooker. The contrast between the classiness of her hair and face and the sluttiness of the clothes was incredible.

“Uh... yeah...” he responded belatedly to his stepmother’s query, “she looks... great.” He licked his lips nervously as he thought about what he really wanted to say, words that would drive Katrina wild with lust. But he couldn’t do that in front of Tiffany.

“Oh, come on, Alex,” Tiffany said teasingly, “look at her! Don’t you think every guy at the dance will be just lusting after her?”

What the hell? Alex boggled at his stepmother’s words.

“I mean, look at how this dress shows off her boobs and her ass,” the blonde continued, running her hand down Katrina’s flank in an almost salesgirl-like manner. “Isn’t she hot?” she asked, looking pointedly at Alex.

Alex was incredulous. Was Tiffany really saying this? She’d spent so much time helping Katrina get ready for the dance that Alex could certainly understand if she was proud of Katrina’s appearance. But her behavior seemed to be almost that of a madam showing off one of her prize call girls. As for Katrina, she was staring at Alex, biting one lip, as though hoping for a response.

Well, then. “Yeah, she looks hot. Really hot,” Alex said. Both women reacted immediately—his stepmother with a big, happy smile, his sister with a swoon. Katrina’s response was predictable. Tiffany’s however, was puzzling; Alex had never known her to be so interested in such talk.

“Oh, that’s so sweet, Alex,” Tiffany cooed. She looked at Katrina, then back at Alex, smiling. “Well, I think you’re all set now, sweetie,” she said, kissing Katrina on the cheek. “I have to go run some errands. Don’t mess your hair up. ‘Bye, Alex,” she said, planting another quick peck on his cheek as she breezed out the door. Alex looked after her. That was weird, too. She was never that nice to him.

But questions about Tiffany were pushed out of his mind as he turned his eyes back his sister. He felt his cock swelling in his jeans as he visually traced the luscious curves of Katrina’s body. She looked back at him, trembling. She was horny, he knew. In an instant, he had decided. He was going to fuck her. And he was going to fuck her now.

Stepping forward, he brought one hand up to touch the fabric of her dress. He could feel her trembling. “God, you’re so fucking hot, sis,” he said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.

Katrina drew in a ragged breath. “Alex... no...” she moaned. “Please don’t... oh!” she exclaimed as he squeezed her tit through the thin fabric of the dress.

“I mean, you just have the tightest, sexiest little body I’ve ever seen,” he said, punctuating the sentence with a kiss on her lips. He’d kissed her before, but only in a brother-sister kind of way. This kiss he left on her lips longer. God, he hoped he was doing it right. He fought to control his nerves.

Katrina was unresponsive to his lips on hers, but gasped softly as he withdrew. Her eyes were closed. Alex squeezed her tits with both hands, enjoying the effect this had on her. “No... Alex...” she moaned in feeble protest.

“Just look at these gorgeous jugs of yours, Katrina,” Alex said, squeezing her left breast again for emphasis. Katrina gasped again. Alex kissed her again, and she responded this time, sucking hungrily on his upper lip.

“Please, Alex, n-not now...” she groaned as they broke the kiss, but her reaction to Alex’s touch spoke much louder than her words. Alex allowed himself a grin of triumph as he reflected on how well his programming had worked. Riding a surge of confidence, Alex gripped the top of the dress and pulled it downward, exposing her succulent tits. Katrina’s nipples stood erect. Alex brought his mouth forward to meet one of them.

Katrina gasped as she felt Alex’s lips fasten around her nipple. She fell backward against the wall, Alex following her as he licked and sucked at her breasts. Her boobs. Her beautiful jugs. Her fabulous tits. Oh, God! “Please Alex, I... oh!” Her desperate plea was cut short as his hand slipped under the hem of her dress and rubbed her inner thigh. She felt the wetness deep inside her as her body responded to the intrusion.

“Oh, God, sis, you’re just so fucking hot!” Alex exclaimed, his hand sliding up towards her steaming pussy. She felt one finger slip between the wet lips.

Katrina could barely think through the delirious pleasure that fogged her brain. “No... this is wrong... please...” But it didn’t feel wrong. She wanted the finger inside her. She wanted a cock inside her. Alex’s cock. Her hips bucked slightly, trying to pull his finger inside. “Oh, fuck...” she gasped. “Fuck... please...”

Alex lifted his mouth from her tit, a sneer on his face. “Are you trying to say something, Katrina?” The finger continued to tease her, wiggling inside her. Then another finger brushed...

“Oh! Oh, God, fuck!” she mewled as he stroked her clitoris.

“I’m sorry, Katrina, but I can’t understand you,” Alex taunted.

She had to have it. It was wrong, it was humiliating, but she had to have it. “F-f-fuck me... please...” she moaned.

She saw the grin spread across his face. “I can’t believe a gorgeous piece of ass like you is really begging me to fuck her,” he teased, sliding his finger back between her pussy lips.

“F-fuck me, Alex! I need it!”

That seemed to satisfy him. His hand withdrew. “All right, get on the floor, bitch,” he ordered.

Katrina slid down the wall, falling to the floor. Alex roughly rolled her onto her back. Gripping her ankles, still wrapped in the straps of the pumps, he pulled her legs apart. She was willing to be manhandled, to be used like a piece of meat. Just as long as she got fucked. She watched in fascination and a little fear as Alex unzipped his pants and pushed them downward, allowing his erect cock to spring free. He seemed to be unable to contain his eagerness, hurrying forward to place the swollen purple head of his prick at the lips of her pussy. With one powerful thrust, he was inside her.

Katrina shrieked in pleasure and pain as his member filled her up. Her hymen burst instantly and she felt like she was going to split in two. But with the pain came release, sweet release. Her little brother was fucking her. She mewled softly as he withdrew, and then shrieked again as he thrust back inside her.

Alex grunted in triumph as he thrust again into his gorgeous sister. He’d dreamed about this moment for years, but he’d never imagined it would feel this good. The feel of her tight pussy squeezing his prick was like nothing he’d ever felt. But as incredible as the physical sensations were, the sweetest part of it all was watching his sister lying underneath him, panting like a bitch in heat, yelping every time he thrust into her. The expensive, fancy dress was bunched up around her waist, her tits and pussy fully exposed. Finally, the arrogant bitch was getting what she deserved. Alex couldn’t resist the opportunity to gloat. “You must be quite a horny little whore, Katrina, if my tiny little prick is doing this to you.” He punctuated the insult with a sharp thrust.

“Oh!” she screamed at his re-entry. “N-no, I... unh!” as he thrust again. She was struggling to speak. “You... you’re... ah!... huge! Not... oh, God!... small...”

“What?” Alex stopped his movement in surprise, his cock almost completely outside his sister’s snatch. “What did you say?”

“No! Don’t stop!” Katrina whined, thrusting her hips forward.

“Tell me what you said,” Alex ordered sternly. “About my cock.”

Katrina fell back, gasping. “You’re not... small. You’re h-huge. L-Like a horse, okay? Please, Alex! I need it!” She wrapped her legs around his ass, trying to pull him inside her.

Alex held himself outside her. “So then why did you tell me I was so small?”

Katrina hesitated. But apparently she couldn’t resist the lure of Alex’s prick. “I was j-just trying to m-make fun of you,” she said, her cheeks red with obvious embarrassment.

Alex’s body shook with rage as he considered this. He’d make her pay. “Well, feel it now, bitch!” he cried as he brutally slammed his massive cock inside her.

He was rewarded with a shrill scream from his sister. Grinning, he withdrew and pounded into her again, eliciting the same reaction. His cock throbbed with power as he continued to fuck the sexy cheerleader. Katrina’s legs encircled him, helping to pull him deep inside her. Cheap little slut, he thought.

“Oh... yes! Yes! Fuck, yes!” she screamed, growing more and more excited with each thrust. Her hips were bucking roughly back at Alex as he slammed his throbbing cock into her. Within moments he felt Katrina’s twat squeezing tightly around his prick, contracting like a velvet vise. He grinned in savage pleasure. The bitch was coming on his cock! Her back arched as she screamed in pleasure, pressing those delicious tits against Alex’s chest.

The feeling drove Alex over the edge. He felt his cock pulse rhythmically as Katrina’s pussy squeezed him tightly. With an animal-like cry of triumph, he slammed his cock deep inside one final time, his prick erupting in a torrent of jizz. His mind fogged with pleasure as his cock spewed come into his gorgeous sister.

Katrina lay gasping on the floor as she felt her brother’s semen spurting inside her. Her little brother’s semen. Even as her own orgasm subsided, she still felt a thrill of pleasure at the thought. She had just fucked her sexy little brother. And she had come to the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt.

Part of her felt shame at the thought. She knew it was wrong. But what the hell was she to do with such a cute, fuckable little brother? She’d spent the past week getting wet practically every time she looked at him. And she knew that he’d certainly been feeling the same way. After all, she was such a hot piece of ass. What man... what boy wouldn’t want to fuck her?

She was dimly aware that she’d messed up her hair, and that she’d have to redo it before Eric showed up for the dance. And she’d have to fix her makeup. And straighten out the dress. And...

But it was tiring to think about the dance. She knew she’d be the focus of all the male attention, with cocks stirring every time she walked by. But there was only one cock she wanted. The one she had right now. Her little brother’s gorgeous, huge (monstrously huge!) cock.

Maybe, she mused, if she got home early he’d fuck her again.