The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I picked up another girl the next night, and another the night after that.

Knowing that I’d made my brother cum…it was like it had lit a fire underneath me. I’d thought I was doing all I could beforehand, but now—just the thought of his hand pumping up and down his hard cock, getting off at the sight of me fucking another woman…

I knew he’d gotten off at the porn we’d made together, and I hoped that he’d gotten off just thinking about what a dirty slut I was for him, but at the knowledge that he’d gotten off with me in the room, something he’d never been capable of before…

It felt like we’d achieved a medical breakthrough. Like the guy who discovered penicillin, or Mary Curie with the x-ray. We’d done it. I suddenly understood the appeal of being a doctor—if fixing someone made you feel this good, it must be the best job in the world.

And the thought was enough to make me a woman possessed. From that moment onward, I was constantly wet and on the verge of orgasm, just thinking about my brother shooting cum out of his cock while I lay in front of him, my naked, sweaty body entwined with another girl.

I don’t even remember how I used to spend my time before now, but over the next few weeks, I fell into a steady routine. By day, my brother and I would make porn. Every night, I’d dress up in the sluttiest outfits I could get my hands on, go out to a bar, and pick up another girl, spending the night making love to her. And each morning, I’d make sure that I was the first to wake up, so I could start pleasuring my latest conquest in her sleep.

When she woke up, I’d insist that she go down on me, and my brother would sneak in. I’d desperately suck him off, doing everything I could to make him to cum in my hungry mouth—when my new lover would notice our incestuous actions, she’d inevitably freak out and leave.

Perhaps subtlety would have yielded greater results, but each morning I was so sleep-deprived and horny, sucking my brother off invariably seemed like the best of all possible plans.

More than anything, I wanted to find woman who would join us, who would do as I did, and dedicate herself to helping my brother. As time had gone on, it had become increasingly obvious that I wasn’t enough—that my brother needed more women to serve him, more girls to fulfil his every fantasy.

In a sense, that’s what I was doing each night—recruiting. Trying to find an open-minded bi girl, one who wouldn’t run at the sight of me sucking off a strange man while she went down on me, but who would be excited by it. One who would encourage it, join in, let my brother use her wet holes for his pleasure…

But no matter how I tried, it seemed that girl didn’t exist.

A month after the first time I’d brought a girl home, my luck ran out. Maybe word about me had spread, maybe I was just having an off night, or maybe my sleep deprivation was starting to show (sleep just felt so selfish, when I could be wrapping my body around my brother’s hard cock, contorting every muscle I had available in an attempt to get him off).

Whatever the reason, I came home alone that night.

My brother was disappointed, of course. So was I—I felt like I’d failed him. But no matter how brazenly I’d acted, no matter how forward I’d been, no one had been interested. I’d even tried to flaunt my semi-celebrity status (my porn site was really starting to take off) but it was no good.

I was useless. If I couldn’t bring home a hot piece of tail for my brother to admire, what good was I?

As I crawled towards him, dragging my exposed nipples across the carpet in a display of utter servitude, my brother had listened to me describe my failure. Rather than being angry, however, he seemed thoughtful. As I reached his feet and started licking them contritely, he started to explain a plan he’d been playing with.

I took his dick as deep into my throat as I could, occasionally grunting in agreement.

“…and so I think we should invite Kelly to join us.” he said, before stopping as he shuddered with pleasure and started bucking his hips. I swallowed frantically—sometimes after I’d been blowing him for a while, my saliva somehow built up, and I suddenly had to swallow a bunch of it at once.

I was such a freak, and it must have been off-putting for my brother, because he always insisted I stop giving him head shortly after.

“Kelly?” I said, licking my lips, enjoying the strange aftertaste that so often appeared after fellating my brother for a while. “Won’t she…”

“No,” he said shortly, and I immediately shut my mouth, submissively staring up at him. Thinking was becoming harder for me, the less I slept, and so I’d found it easier to let my brother do the thinking for both of us. The limited mental space I did have, I dedicated to sex—that was, after all, what I was best at, and so it made sense to put most of my energy toward that. Or something.

Thinking too hard about it seemed counter-productive, and so I let my brother take care of that too.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” he said, and I simply nodded in response, hoping my make-up wasn’t smudged…or if it was, that it was smudged in a way that my brother found sexy. He was going to talk, and that meant my job was to listen and look good.

That was my specialty. Sex, and looking good for my brother. I existed to get my brother off. Anything else was irrelevant.

“You remember I dated Kelly for about a year? Well when she heard about my condition, she wasn’t as supportive as you were.”

I couldn’t help but smile. I loved knowing that I was a good sister. A good sister supports her brother, no matter what.

A good sister does everything she is told.

“And so I did something a bit unusual…”

Tied her up and fucked her, I hoped. It was something I’d suggested we do with a lesbian, if they wouldn’t help please my brother. Women exist to please and serve men. Women exist to please my brother.

That was right, wasn’t it? My brow furrowed as I wondered if everyone thought that way…if I had always thought that way…but then I realized looking worried wasn’t attractive, and dismissed the worrying thoughts.

My job was to look attractive, and thinking just got in the way of that.

He’d found the idea hot—I think he particularly liked the way I came, just from describing it to him—but ultimately he’d decided against it. I don’t know why, but I trust my brother. I do whatever my brother says. I would never question my brother.

Sometimes I considered going out on my own and kidnapping a woman to help get my brother off, but something about it felt wrong.

“I hypnotized her.”

God, what a brilliant idea. I’d found some women disagreed with the idea that we’re here to please men, and I just found it so frustrating. That’s why women exist. My brother, the genius that he is, had found a way to fix people who didn’t see how simple the world was…how simple the world should be.

To fix the women who didn’t know their true place: complete and utter servitude.

My brother was so clever. I felt so honored that I got to help him.

“Nothing serious—I just hypnotized her into thinking I was cumming, so she wouldn’t think there was anything unusual about the relationship. But I left a few triggers…”

As my brother continued talking, I tuned out. He was using such big words, and thinking about big words was energy that I could use elsewhere…like touching myself, or counting how long it had been since my brother fucked me last.

Six hours and twenty minutes, I estimated. I couldn’t wait until he did it again…

“So what do you think?”

I blinked twice, suddenly aware that there was a tiny bit of drool on the corner of my mouth. I must have fallen asleep while he was talking—I know I’ve done it a few times before, but today my brother just looked annoyed about it.

“What?” I said, using my bimbo look. Something about dumb women turned my brother on—I didn’t question it, but started adopting slack-jawed facial expressions whenever possible. It was starting to come naturally to me…not surprising, of course. Women are dumber than men. Men are the superior sex, and our purpose is to serve them.

God I love serving my brother.

“I may have gone a bit overboard,” he muttered, but before I could think about what that meant, he continued.

“I’m saying,” he said, speaking slowly (which I appreciated) and firmly, so even I could understand, “Kelly is one of my little hypnotized sluts. Would you like it if she came and joined us in the bedroom?”

One of his little hypnotized sluts? Who else was…—

Again, my train of thought was interrupted. I must have taken too long to answer, because my brother’s cock was in my mouth, and I reflexively began to swallow it down, hoping and praying that this was the day my efforts could make him cum.

That was what I lived for. It’s why I exist.

He reached down to play with my tits as I drooled around his huge, perfect penis, and I gurgled with pleasure as he pulled roughly at my nipples.

He didn’t cum, not that morning. I suppose it was naive of me to think that I was good enough—if the last few months had taught me anything, it’s that my brother needs more than just me. I’ve become his perfect little cockslut, and it’s still not enough to make him cum.

He needs more. My brother needs more sluts. I will help him get more sluts.

Maybe Kelly would help. Maybe she’d be better than me. The least I could do was reward her for trying…as my brother got ready for the day’s porn-shoot, I lay back, fingering myself, thinking of everything I could do to Kelly as a thank-you for helping out with my brother’s problem…

“Now remember,” my brother said, “she doesn’t know she’s hypnotized.”

I nodded firmly in response. My hair was done up in pig-tails, and I was wearing a schoolgirl outfit—it was one of my old ones which we’d altered for the site. The slightest movement, of any kind, revealed my panties…well, it would have done if I was wearing panties.

On top, I was wearing nothing but a black bra, which my nipples were threatening to burst out of. I was just so excited—with two women, two girls obeying his every command, today could be it. Today could be the day my brother came.

Today could be the day my entire life has been building towards.

To get “warmed up”, my brother had spent the whole day fucking me. We hadn’t even done it for the camera, not today—he’d woken me up at 6am by fucking my throat, and quickly moved onto the rest of my holes. He hadn’t cum, of course, but in a sense I was almost glad of that—I was so turned on by what me and Kelly were going to do with him, to him that night…

He moaned as I told him how I imagined it all going down—I’d learned to never censor myself, to share every sick sexual thought as I had them. As soon as a perverted idea came into my head, it came out of my mouth—I had no secrets from my brother.

My mind was my brother’s, just like the rest of me.

“And then I want to fist her,” I grunted as he fucked my ass. “I want to get elbow-deep in your little whore, to show her why we exist—to be used, to be fucked, to be filled up. I want you to fuck me while she licks your balls and I fist her roughly. I want to make her cry. I want you to get off on her tears.”

“Oh god, Hannah…” he moaned, and with a huge thrust, I couldn’t help but cum. The sexual images running through my head were overwhelming, and my words turned to gibberish.

My brother’s dick softened, and he took off the condom and threw it away. I’d offered to fuck him without a condom, of course, but he insisted that the condom had nothing to do with why he couldn’t cum, and that not wearing one would be even worse, because he’d be thinking about safe sex the whole time.

He’s so smart. And so good to me—he doesn’t need to offer an explanation. I’m here to serve his every need. That’s what sisters are for.

We’d just started on a new round—I was leisurely sucking his cock while he checked emails—when the doorbell rang, and I got up excitedly.

“She’s here!”

My brother laughed.

“Calm down, sis.”

You stupid slut, I mentally added. He hadn’t said it, but I knew that’s what he was thinking. I’d started to add that to everything he said to me. It was just easier that way.

He opened the door, and Kelly stepped through. This moment had run through my head a thousand times—what we could do, what she’d say, how we’d both looked. I’d thought of a million different ways that this moment would go down, but as soon as she walked through the door, all my plans disappeared and I acted on pure instinct.

I stepped forward and slapped her across the face.

Hard.

To her credit, she didn’t cry. She looked shocked, almost scared—I guess the way I was dressed, she was expecting me to be nothing but a cute little plaything. A sex toy for my brother, a mindless walking twat.

And I am, of course, but in that moment I was so much more than that. I was more than just a passive slut for my brother to fuck—I was a sexual creature, an animal.

We were going to give my brother the show of a lifetime. We were going to make him cut, even if we were both bruised and bloody by the end of it.

I slapped her again, and then grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face towards mine. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes, but behind them was a look of lust—it was clear that she understood, she knew what we were here for. We were beings of pure sexual energy; pain, pleasure, it was all the same to us.

When my mouth met hers, her tongue was already out, and soon it was trying to make its way down my throat.

I don’t remember how we got naked. I don’t know if she tore my clothes off or if I shimmied out of them myself. All I knew was that within seconds we were naked, our hands roaming across each other’s bodies, exploring, leaving trails everywhere our long nails went.

My brother just watched as we made love…no, it was more raw than that. Kelly and I fucked for close to an hour, in every position. I fulfilled my dream of fisting her, and gasped as I felt her hand enter me. We did everything my brother had ever dreamed of (and believe me, I know) and I’d occasionally glance over at him, willing him to cum.

He played with himself, but he didn’t even look like was close to cumming (and again: believe me, I’d know). Finally, when Kelly and I couldn’t stand it any longer, we turned our attention to him, spinning our bodies in tandem and prowling towards him like two hungry tigresses.

My brother smiled as we approached, and pushed him backwards onto the couch. For a moment I wondered what would happen if our parents came home, but I quickly put that thought out of my mind. My brother would take care of it, like he took care of everything.

I took his member into my mouth, and Kelly lowered her shaved cunt down onto his mouth. I was worried, for a moment—my brother hasn’t ever expressed a particular interest in going down on me (though I’d let him if he asked, of course) but he seemed to like being practically smothered by hers, and I could see the appeal. Just like when I have his cock in my mouth I feel like I’m choking on it, consumed by it, like it’s my entire world; he must have felt like he was practically swimming in pussy.

Swallowing down the excess saliva I sometimes produced when going down on my brother, I was dismayed to see his cock softening. Normally that would be the end of our attempt, but sucking on Kelly’s tits seemed to rejuvenate him—her breasts were huge, with her areolae covering a third of their surface—and soon he was hard again.

He fucked my pussy while Kelly ate out my ass, and then fucked Kelly’s ass while I ate her pussy. He bellowed with joy, going through condom after condom as I licked Kelly to orgasm and she fucked me with a strap-on…but nothing, no matter what we tried, made him cum.

We had failed.

Finally, shivering with exhaustion, we decided to call it a night. Kelly got dressed and went home, and I cleaned everything up before curling up at the foot of my brother’s bed (in case he needed me during the night). My brain was spinning; I’d reached the end of my rope.

What else could I possibly do that would help my brother find release?