The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter Eleven

Donna awoke in the family room, spread out on the sofa with a blanket covering her lithe body. She must have dosed off. It was so nice of Patrick to have covered her up with the blanket. As she reflected on the warm thoughts of Patrick taking care of her while she napped, a picture of him holding her entered her mind accompanied by that delicious tingly sensation that she had grown so fond of lately. “Am I getting aroused by my brother?” she wondered. Donna quickly dismissed the concept, thinking that she was just aroused from the sexy stockings and heels she wore. She looked up at the clock and realized she was hungry.

Just then, Patrick came into the family room, sat on the sofa with Donna and asked her with a smile, “Do you normally takes naps at USD, sleepyhead?”

Donna took the taunt in the playful manner it was meant. Without realizing it, she scooted a little closer to him and touched his arm and leg while responding, “Hey, I didn’t sleep in until almost noon like you did.”

“It was 8:30 and you looked cute lying there, so I don’t know why I’m complaining.”

Despite herself, she felt a tingling and a warmth from Patrick’s comment. She swivelled to face him more and smiled her special smile, “I’m famished. I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner with me?”

“What did you have in mind, sis?”

“It’s up to you, but I was thinking of the Chinese restaurant on Lake Blvd.”

“That sounds great! I’ll take a shower in the upstairs bathroom so you can have the one downstairs.”

Half an hour later, Patrick was ready to go to the restaurant, but realized that Donna was still not ready. Another half hour later, he asked Donna as she came up the stairs, “How can you take so long when you were already showered and dressed?”

“It’s so unfair. Guys can take such quick showers and get ready so fast,” Donna grumbled playfully. “Actually, I also took a shower. I felt a little sticky.”

Patrick kept a straight face at Donna’s comment. When he looked up he noticed that Donna had put on more make-up and changed into a pink V-neck blouse with laces strung in the “V”, a matching pleated skirt that went to mid-thigh and her high heel sandals. The laces in her blouse did little to hide her sexy cleavage. The stockings she wore had just a hint of pink to them. Her normal red lipstick and nail polish was changed to a hot pink shade that matched her outfit. Donna felt her nipples harden as she watched Patrick’s gaze linger on her legs and breasts.

“Donna, get a grip on yourself. It’s only your brother. Your little brother. It’s nice to be appreciated, but you know it can’t go anywhere,” Donna thought to herself. Still, she couldn’t help but smile at the attention and admire the sexy way Patrick looked. “Judging by the way you looked at me, I guess I was worth the wait,” Donna said out loud, unable to resist flirting a little with Patrick.

Patrick smiled and teased, “Definitely. If you weren’t my sister, you’d be at serious risk of being taken to Walter’s Creek Road.” Donna unconsciously licked her lips at the thought of the local make-out spot as a tingle moved from her nipples to her loins.

“Since you’re so dressed up, what do you say about going to Chapman’s instead of the Chinese restaurant?” asked Patrick. “This early in the evening, we won’t have any trouble getting a table.”

“Sure, you know I like their steaks,” she replied. A part of her thought that even if she could never act on these feelings, she could pretend she was on a date to the romantic restaurant with Patrick.

“After all,” she thought to herself, “Patrick was quite a catch. He was sexy and nice, a killer combination.”

“Let me get a tie and a jacket and then we’ll be all set,” said Patrick as he ran to the stairs.

“Now who’s taking so long to get ready,” she teased. He looked back at her in mock frustration, his smile giving away how much he enjoyed the joke.

During the short drive to Chapman’s, Patrick asked Donna about USD while stealing occasional glances at her legs. When Patrick pulled up to the restaurant, he got out and opened the car door for Donna. She was tickled in more than one way at how gentlemanly he was behaving. His eyes lingered on her legs as she swung them out, before holding out his hand so she could climb out of the low seat of the sports car. She didn’t say anything to tease her brother about the way he had been eyeing her legs. She enjoyed it too much to do anything that might stop it.

Once inside, Raoul, the maitre d’ recognized Patrick from all times he had been there with Mom and Dad. “Mr. White, it’s so nice to see you again.”

“Thank you, Raoul. We don’t have a reservation. I hope that won’t be a problem,” Patrick said as he peered into the restaurant’s main room.

“Not at all. It’s a Sunday and it’s early. We can accommodate you and your lovely date, although your father’s special table is not available.”

Donna was surprised at first that Raoul didn’t recognize her. Even though it had been over a year since she had last been to Chapman’s, she had been here a number of times with their parents. She then realized that Raoul had never seen her in a skirt or anything vaguely resembling the outfit she wore. The make-up and nails just further disguised her identify. She was tempted to let Raoul think she was Patrick’s “lovely date,” just because it felt so nice to pretend, but finally decided to come clean. “Raoul, don’t you recognize me?” she asked putting her hand on Raoul’s arm.

“Ms. Taylor? I’m so sorry, I didn’t recognize you.” apologized Raoul.

“You know I prefer you to call me Donna, Raoul. Yes, it’s me. What do you think?” as Donna twirled slowly and then posed in a way to show off her outfit and her body.

“You are as lovely as your mother, Ms. Donna. I hope you do not take offense if I say that your new wardrobe becomes you.”

“Thank you, Raoul,” Donna replied, ignoring Raoul’s use of Ms. Donna knowing that she couldn’t hope to change his ideas of the proper way to address customers. The wave of arousal she received from his complements and appreciation of her body more than made up for it. Raoul held out a chair in front of the second best table in the restaurant to permit Donna to sit down while Patrick seated himself across the candle lit table from her. After Raoul flipped the napkin open and placed it on Donna’s lap, he said that Steve would be their waiter for the evening.

Patrick and Donna had a wonderful dinner, putting the meal on their father’s account. Even though she knew it was wrong, Donna spent much of the evening flirting with Patrick. She liked him and it felt so natural. Nothing major, just touching his arms occasionally, being attentive to his needs and an occasional brush of his legs with her foot. They talked about San Diego and how she and her room mate, Paige, were not going to stay at the Founders Hall dorm another semester. He talked about his academic awards and the track team. The dinner was over too soon and they headed out to the car after saying their goodbyes to Raoul.

“It’s still way early, sis. Do you want to head over to the New Wave?”

“What’s that? Is that someplace new?” she asked.

“That’s right. It opened up about a year and a half ago. I guess you’ve never been there. It’s a dance club that doesn’t serve alcoholic drinks so we can go and hang out. It’s in Prairie about fifteen minutes from here. It’s either that or Walter’s Creek Road,” Patrick teased.

Donna was tempted by both options, but knew that she couldn’t admit it. “Since Walter’s Creek Road is out, we can go to the New Wave if you want to.”

Once at the New Wave, Patrick picked out a small table around the back that was hidden from most of the club. Normally, that table would be taken, but it would be a couple of hours before the club got really busy. Patrick ordered some drinks and they sat and continued their conversation about San Diego. Since Patrick seemed to like looking at her, Donna would cross her legs and let her dress flip up occasionally, or bend just right so he could admire her cleavage. It was much easier doing this while sitting on the high stools at the New Wave than it was at the low, table cloth covered tables at Chapman’s. She knew she shouldn’t be acting this way, but she just couldn’t help herself. She rationalized it all by thinking that she was just playing. Nothing would come of it even though Patrick was so sexy. Of course, it didn’t help that she was a walking bundle of aroused nerve endings. She felt so sexy! The arousal seemed to make it harder for her to resist flirting an d giving Patrick a show.

Patrick was telling her about how Ms. Walker, the math teacher had tripped on stage at his graduation ceremony. Laughing, Donna recrossed her legs and reached out touched his arm. She couldn’t remember feeling so alive before and the way she was flirting with him just seemed to make it that much better.

Patrick took his other hand and put it on hers, smiled and said, “Care to dance, sis?”

Donna’s body came even more alive at the thought of being held in Patrick’s arms and dancing with him.

“What’s wrong with me,” wondered Donna, “I’m acting like a schoolgirl on a date. It’s just Patrick.” Donna was about to beg off, explaining that she didn’t feel like dancing to a slow song when Patrick started lightly stroking Donna’s wrist and forearm.

Donna couldn’t help but think, “Mmmmm, that feels so nice.” Her nipples hardened at Patrick’s caress. Donna noticed Patrick’s eyes being drawn down to the sides of her laces. Tingles seemed to follow wherever on her body his eyes lighted. She noticed him shift in his seat a little apparently as a result of seeing her nipples harden. Her eyes were drawn to his pants and what she imagined was a bulge. Her earlier hesitation seemed to melt away with the arousal that flowed over her body at the thought and imagined sight of Patrick’s cock.

Donna got to her feet as Patrick pulled her up and gathered her into his arms. She sighed as she felt tingles run up and down her body, starting where Patrick’s body touched her. She let herself be guided to the dance floor. The tingling she was experiencing was making it so easy for her to let him lead her where he wished.

She let herself be pulled into Patrick’s arms, as she kept her hands on his chest. She remembered Paige telling her how much guys liked feeling her petite body wrapped up in their arms and naturally let herself be held that way. Donna couldn’t believe how sexy it felt being in his arms. She now understood what Nikki saw in her little brother. Every time they turned, she felt her breasts rub against her blouse and his chest as tingles shot from her nipples to her clitoris.

She just couldn’t believe how excited she was. She couldn’t remember ever being so easily aroused. It was as if each of her erogenous zones, and a few other places she never used to consider sexy, were super-sensitive. Each little touch created delectable tingles that seemed to reverberate through her making her wetter and wetter. She could feel Patrick’s warm breath caressing her left ear, creating an electric connection between her left ear and left breast. Her left nipple, already tingling would nearly overload and cause her pussy to spasm when it rubbed against her blouse as they danced. Each spasm made her pussy feel so empty.

She thought, “I wonder what his cock would feel like inside me?” So fixated on the wonderful feelings and her fantasy, this thought only reached her consciousness several seconds later. When it finally did, she was appalled.

“What is wrong with me?” she wondered. “I’m turning into a pervert wanting my younger brother,” she said to herself. Donna tried to step back from Patrick to give herself a chance to regain some semblance of control. But each move she made just seemed to cause her nipples to be stimulated some more. One of his legs slipped between hers for only an instant, but long enough for his thigh to rub against her pelvis. She could just barely resist riding his thigh in an attempt to reach an orgasm.

Patrick thought about trying to make Donna cum, but decided that it would just draw too much attention to them. Instead, he just continued to tease her until the song ended and he helped her back toward the table.

Patrick whispered in her ear, “Let’s go home,” and changed direction and headed for the exit. Donna liked letting Patrick take the lead, so she just let herself be wrapped in his arms and guided to his car. She was tickled that he opened the car door for her, just like a real date. That and the “accidental” nudge of her breasts as he helped her into the passenger seat caused Donna to sigh out loud.

Patrick asked, “Are you okay, Donna?”

“Yes, I think so,” Donna responded. “It was too warm in there,” she lied, “I’m glad you decided to leave.”

After the short ride home, Donna felt a little more in control. She decided that she would go straight to bed to avoid anything else happening. Her plans quickly hit a snag when she felt her legs tingle at the sight of Patrick admiring her stocking tops as her skirt rode up a little as she swung her legs out of his car. There was just something so sexy knowing that Patrick knew that she was wearing stockings.

He held out his hand and helped her get up from the low seat. Donna stumbled a little and fell into his arms. He took his time making sure that she was steady on her feet, taking the opportunity to press his body against hers. Despite herself, Donna’s nipples started tingling and her pussy started to moisten again.

“How can I let myself get so excited?” she wondered. Before she had a chance to follow-up on those thoughts, Patrick slipped his arm around her, leading her toward the house. The feeling of his arms around her felt so romantic, as she daydreamed of being on a date with her sexy brother. Before she even realized it, he had led her to the living room couch and sat next to her. She noticed him looking at her legs and it sent a wonderful tingle through her. She shifted a little so that the dress hem rode up a little so he could see a little more of her legs as she lightly caressed his arm before placing her hands in her lap.

A part of Donna felt that her brother was sitting too close to her, but those thoughts just got lost in the warmth she felt being next to someone so sexy. He slid an arm around Donna’s waist and pulled her closer to him. Little pleasurable waves moved through her as she felt his arm around her. She knew that this couldn’t go any further, but the feeling of being in his arms just made her feel so content. The whole evening was so romantic and sexy that she wanted to pretend a little more. With considerable effort, Donna pushed the thought out of her mind and moved away from her brother.

“Do a lot of your friends go to the New Wave,” she asked trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, but hardly anyone was there on a Sunday night. If it was busier, we could have stayed and danced some more.” he said, slipping a little closer to his sister. She didn’t even realize that Patrick was lightly caressing her stocking tops until she heard herself moan. Patrick took advantage of Donna’s open mouth by kissing her.

There was nothing more that Donna wanted than to let him continue to seduce her, but she knew she had to find the strength before she wouldn’t be able to stop. Drawing up all the will power she had, she put her hands on his chest and reluctantly pushed him gently away. She had intended to tell him that they had to stop, but she was distracted by how nice it felt to have her hands on his sexy chest. She could feel him pressing his body against her hands and she was sorely tempted to let him push himself against her body.

“Patrick, I know it’s my fault. I was so caught up in flirting with you. I should have stopped this sooner, but we can’t do this any more. I wish it were different, but it’s not.”

Patrick left his weight on Donna’s arms and looked into her eyes and said, “I can’t stop. You’re just too beautiful and sexy, Donna.”

Patrick could still easily reach her thighs and caressed her with one hand while nuzzling her ear with his lips and tongue. Sparks seemed to bounce between her ears, nipples and between her legs. It was so easy to just let Patrick take the lead. When he moved his other hand to play with one of her hard nipples, Donna was assaulted by the incredible feelings that she was conditioned to feel.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned loudly. The electric sensations caused her arms to lose all strength Patrick’s body pressed against hers, pinning his left hand to her breast. Her body responded wherever his body touched hers. She started to explain how they shouldn’t, but the words caught in her throat when he lightly pinched her right nipple.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Donna moaned.

Patrick slipped his tongue into her mouth as his other hand strayed higher up her legs. She kissed him back before she realized what she was doing. The pleasure was so hard to resist. It was as if her best intentions melted when Patrick touched her. Donna felt her legs being parted by Patrick’s knees. She started to push herself up off the couch, when she felt his tongue probing her ear.

Donna moaned again, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He continued to attack her ear with his tongue, not knowing that in Donna’s mind his cock was already mirroring the action in another part of her body. Her thighs relaxed, allowing Patrick to easily part them, at least as much as was possible with her tight skirt. His legs rubbing against hers reminded her that she was wearing stockings, causing her to moan once again.

His right hand continued it’s trek up her legs and before she knew it, she felt him measuring the wetness of her panties with his finger. Her body pressed up against his hand, her panties getting wetter and wetter with her arousal. Donna kissed him back luxuriating in the sensations Patrick was giving her. She could not remember ever being this excited or horny before.

When Patrick’s hands moved from her nipple and her crotch to remove her panties, she felt an emptiness and a yearning she needed to fill. She lifted her hips without thinking about it and her panties were around her ankles. She considered whether she could take the next step but Patrick’s hands were back teasing her naked pussy. His fingers sliding on the slick clit caused her to see stars. She was no longer thinking, just responding. She reached up and fumbled with Patrick’s belt and pants and was rewarded with his hard cock that she fondled for a moment. She felt him enter her and she started cumming, feeling like everything was just the way it was meant to be.

Chapter Twelve

“Oh god, what have we done?” Donna cried after coming down from the high of her orgasms. “I’m so sorry Patrick, I just couldn’t help myself.”

Instead of responding, Patrick pulled out another vial and watched as she looked longingly at the blue liquid. A few minutes after she had drunk the blue potion Donna yelled, “You pervert! You’re making me feel like it’s my fault that you fucked me!” Between Donna’s screams, Patrick had given his precautionary instructions preventing her from hurting him, escaping and finally yelling.

“Why all the remorse after we made love?” Patrick asked.

“Because I’m your sister, you freak! It’s not love, you fucked me and it’s just wrong!” Donna said as forcefully as she could while not yelling.

Patrick ignored her retort and asked, “How were you feeling before you stopped?”

“I was aroused,” Donna said as she turned away from Patrick in embarrassment. “I felt like I was falling for you.” She tried to rationalize her emotions and could only assume that she started falling for Patrick because he conditioned her to respect him, like him and lust for him. It was natural that she would start to fall for him once he had her feeling this way. She wasn’t a slut that just lusted after anyone without some emotional attachment.

Donna’s thoughts were interrupted by her brother. “Then you’re not going to mind me getting you over this hang-up about being my stepsister.”

“No, please,” Donna begged.

With one hand teasing one of her nipples and the other caressing her inner thigh, Patrick told Donna to start imagining herself making out with him without any guilt about their being stepsiblings. He told her to repeat her conditioning phrase, “Patrick and I are not brother and sister. Being stepsiblings means it’s okay to fool around with him. In fact, it just adds that sexy feeling of being taboo without really being wrong. Not only that, he’s so incredibly sexy that I couldn’t resist him even if he were my real brother. Of course, I don’t want people to talk, so I’ll keep our relationship a secret.”

“Please no,” she begged. Donna knew that Patrick was attacking the one last defense she had to his advances. She knew that if she couldn’t stop his conditioning this time, she would soon be willingly fucking him all the time. Try as she might, however, she couldn’t stop visualizing the image Patrick described and mouthing the words he told her to say.

“Patrick and I are not brother and sister. Please don’t do this, Patrick. Being stepsiblings means it’s okay for me to fool around with him. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Donna moaned as Patrick found a particularly erotic combination of licking her ear, pinching her nipple and rolling a finger over her clit.

“Please. I can’t take too much more. In fact, it just adds that sexy feeling of being taboo without really being wrong. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm so good. Not only that, he’s so incredibly sexy that I couldn’t resist him even if he were my real brother. Ohgod, oh god, oh god! Of course, I don’t want people to talk...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...so I’ll keep our relationship a secret.”

Even after just one repetition of her conditioning phrase, Donna felt her convictions about their relationship undermined.

“After all, we really aren’t related,” she thought. “No, that’s not right!” a part of her mind screamed out.

“Again, Donna.”

“Oh godddd, please. I’m so wet from when you were in me, it’s so easy to condition me. Please.”

Despite her begging, Donna visualized the image Patrick described and repeated her conditioning phrase. Donna knew she couldn’t hold out for very much longer. She didn’t want to hold out. She was so excited and she knew she could only cum if she let herself be conditioned by Patrick. By the third repetition, Donna felt no guilt or objection to the way Patrick was touching her. A part of her knew that it was because he conditioned her, but it didn’t matter. The feelings were as real as any of her other feelings. His cock was hard again and he decided to cement her conditioning with his cock between her sexy legs.

“Sooooo goooddddddddd!” moaned Donna as Patrick’s cock parted her pussy lips. She knew that she was babbling something, but her conscious mind was carried away by the lights and fireworks that Patrick’s incredible cock was giving her. Each slide of his cock brought another even better orgasm.

Chapter Thirteen

As Patrick carried his unconscious sister down the stairs, he thought he had everything that he could want. Now that Donna was his, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to give up other girls even though he knew that no one could take her place. The easy access to girls that his potion provided him meant that even Donna wouldn’t be enough for him. As he set Donna on her bed, he decided to take advantage of her potion induced lust one more time this evening.

Patrick started playing with Donna’s wet pussy and breasts as he said, “Donna, your love for me knows no jealousy and you want me to be happy. You know that I can’t be happy with just one girl, even one as special as you. You want me to have other girlfriends and other girls for sex partners.”

After describing numerous visual images along with reinforcement of her lack of moral concerns about their relationship, Donna experienced her final orgasm for the night. Patrick then cleaned up his sister and let her continue her sleep. Looking at his watch, he decided it wasn’t too late to call Nikki. He pulled up her cell phone number on his and dialed.

“Hello!” Nikki said excited to be talking to Patrick.

“Can you come over for a couple of hours of fun?” Patrick asked.

Nikki started to moisten at the thought of being with Patrick and responded, “Mmmmmmm, anytime! Is it okay if I take a couple of minutes to get ready?”

Patrick was surprised at how docile she sounded, asking for permission to get ready. “Sure, just come down to my room, but be careful not to wake Donna up,” Patrick warned.

While waiting for Nikki to show up, Patrick reviewed the items he would need for the spell of restoration. He had some of the items, but like the lust spell, most of the items needed to found. He realized that he was going to need to look up some of the items on the internet to just see what they were. Since he was waiting, he ran some internet searches. He found several leads for the ingredients before he heard Nikki’s high heels clicking on the stairs leading to his bedroom. Patrick closed the laptop and walked to the bottom of the stairs. He was glad he did.

Nikki was slowly descending the stairs, one foot landing in front of the other, creating a sexy sway to her hips. The light behind Nikki illuminated her silhouette, masking part of her body in shadows. Still, there was no doubt that she was naked except for her shoes. Every move was calculated to create the sexiest look possible for his pleasure. Once she reached the landing, she continued walking toward him, her hand rising above her head to show off her sexy body. Nikki reached her hands around Patrick’s neck and kissed him deeply rubbing her body against his with small movements just enough to excite her body.

“I was hoping that you’d call so I could show you what you’ve been missing,” Nikki whispered as she broke her kiss.

“And what about what you’ve been missing?” asked Patrick as his right hand went up to Nikki’s left breast as he kissed her again.

Nikki’s eyes closed momentarily, as the tingle from her nipple spread through her body creating delicious hot spots in her erogenous zones.

“Mmmmmmmmmm, when you do that I just want you to tell me to do things,” Nikki moaned.

Patrick smiled and said, “Like, ‘kneel down and suck my cock while teasing your sweet pussy?’”

Nikki felt so incredible as her body moved to obey Patrick. Her body tingled and she felt so content and compliant. She knew that she would never be doing anything like this only a few days ago. A part of her suspected that he changed her, but that realization only served to increase the tingling she felt leaving her weak in her knees. She so wanted to be his dream girl. A low moan escaped from her lips as she pulled Patrick’s cock out of his pants. Nikki couldn’t take her eyes off his hard member. It looked so beautiful to her. Nikki yearned to feel her mouth and tongue slide over his hardness. Nikki licked her lips before moving her head to engulf him as one of her fingers started circling her clitoris.

Patrick couldn’t decide whether he was enjoying Nikki’s blow job or her new personality more, but he didn’t have to choose. Instead, he ordered Nikki to get on her hands and knees so he could take her from behind. Ever since he had see pictures of this on the net, he wanted to try it with Nikki.

“When I slide my cock into your pussy, start teasing yourself Nikki,” Patrick ordered.

Nikki moved her hand from between her legs and shifted from a kneeling position so that her bottom faced her lover knowing what Patrick had in mind.

“Mmmmmmmmm, Patrick. You know how much I crave you in me. I so want to please you. Please, you know how much I want it. I love you and your cock. Please, I’ll do anything if you take me.”

Patrick smiled knowing that Nikki would do anything for him whether he took her or not and said, “That’s what you want, don’t you? To do anything for me. Isn’t that right?”

Patrick’s words made Nikki feel so aroused and a little embarrassed as her eyes automatically casted downward. At that moment, Nikki felt Patrick enter her triggering those incredible orgasms that she now lived for. Her orgasms just seemed to make her feel even more submissive.

Nikki started babbling, “Yesssssssss, I want to do anything for you...I love feeling helpless for you...please command me....”

“Pinch your nipple and tell me how you feel,” Patrick barked as he felt his own orgasm building.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh godddddddddddddddd,” Nikki moaned as one hand moved to her breast to tease her nipple, “You make me feel so sexy and turned on so completely yours. I love you and I love wanting to do anything for you.”

Patrick continued to slide into Nikki from behind. There was something primal about making love with Nikki this way. He started jerking as he instinctively lunged forward one more time enjoying the way that Nikki’s own series of orgasms were milking him. He began to soften and he slipped slowly out of her. Her orgasms subsided and she fell on the floor exhausted. She enjoyed Patrick lovingly nuzzling her while she caught her breath.