The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I consider myself to have a scientific mind. I don’t know if that’s something a person is born with, or whether he or she endeavors to acquire it as life goes on. At any rate, I tend to look with suspicion upon urban legends, old wives tales, and general suppositions; and when someone starts a conversation on socioeconomics with the statement: “Well, it’s a known fact that …,” I can’t help but physically cringe.

And so, keeping that little predilection in mind, let me try to dispel some of the common conceptions about identical twins. Yes, they tend to be emotionally close, but then, so do other siblings who are generally near in age. And yes, they sometimes form little bonds … unique mini-languages, for example … but then, so do other intimate childhood friends. It’s not that our mother (may she rest in peace) didn’t try. She gave us rhyming names and dressed us in identical cutesy little outfits. But from very early on, it became pretty evident that Tod and I were identical in appearances only. He loved crowds and I loathed them to the point of nervous illness. He was extroverted, I introverted. He was the jock, I the nerd. In high school, we’d even started having outward differences, for while the PE requirements had kept me in physical shape, Tod had gained twenty pounds on me … all of it pure muscle. He was in baseball, football and, at least for a couple years, basketball. He finally goaded me into trying out for the track team, but the only thing I actually placed in was the two-mile, and that only when the other teams couldn’t come up with the required number of participants and all I had to do was finish.

I did, of course, join most of the academic clubs, while Tod never even considered them. But, as friends, we tended to feed off of each other’s attributes. I got him past critical exams on lots of occasions. I mean, he may have been a jock, but he was a remarkably intelligent one, and there didn’t seem to be a subject made that he couldn’t get at least a “C” in through an all-night cram-session and the right tutor (i.e., me). On the flip-side, he often got me dates … almost always with some discarded love interest. I was more than satisfied to settle for his cast-offs, which was clearly much more than I was capable of attracting on my own. I never actually got to go “all the way” with these girls, but it gained me a LITTLE experience with the opposite sex in high school, anyway.

We went our own ways to college, me with a scholarship to Berkley, then on to grad work at the UCLA Nuclear Engineering School, while Tod got a baseball scholarship to USC. He won two MVP’s while there, and was picked up right out of college by the Albuquerque Isotopes, the Dodger’s AAA farm team. That first season, he caught a cleat in a slide, resulting in a horrific collision at second base and a fractured right knee that had no chance of ever healing sufficiently to allow him to play again. We make quite a pair, huh? A ball player who can’t play ball and a nuclear scientist who can’t get near anything radioactive.

That fateful evening, not quite a month after my having “enslaved” Elaine, found him sitting in that same living room on that same couch with an Amstel Light in his hand and shaking his head in disbelief, while I nursed my beer and sat across from him in the overstuffed chair.

“Bro,” he urged, holding up his hand and silencing me, “you’re jumping all over the spectrum here! Slow down! I appreciate you trying to hand me a little slice of nirvana, but you’re not making a whole lot of sense! Let’s start at the beginning. What are these “tests” that you’ve flunked?”

I leaned back and took another swig of beer before explaining. “They’re called ‘Tumor Marker Tests,’ and there are several types of them. They’re blood tests. One was a PSA, the standard test for prostate problems … and it can be high for a lot of reasons, not just cancer. The other is called an AFP … I’m not going to get into technical names for these … and it tests for liver cancer and a couple other things. It doesn’t mean anything dire at this point. They’ll retest again in a month, since both are notorious for false positives. And we’re still a long way from determining anything, anyway … there would be biopsies, scans and other tests first.”

“But you think maybe the bone marrow transplants didn’t work?” he asked, concerned. He had a right to be. He’d gone to a lot of time, pain and effort to do that for me.

“Quite the opposite,” I said. “We know that they DID work. All the Total Blood Count tests show that they did. But that’s just for my immune system. Healthy blood doesn’t necessarily prevent cancers.”

“Well, why are you so hot to trot with this little sex scheme of yours now?” he asked. “Seems to me like you’ve got a long way before you have to go to this extreme. You can do it yourself.”

“That’s the problem. I can’t. My sperm count is in the toilet. It’s only about two thousand.”

“Two thousand WHAT?” he asked.

“Two thousand sperm per milliliter.”

“Two THOUSAND?” he asked incredulously. “Dude, all it takes is ONE!”

I barked a laugh and shook my head. “You sound like Elaine. She’s made that her battle cry.” I tried to explain it to him in simple terms. “Tod, the sperm count of a sexually healthy thirty-year-old male can be as high as two hundred MILLION. It’s considered abnormally low if it’s under twenty million.” I leaned forward for emphasis. “Look, suppose there’s a cruise ship sitting off the coast of Santa Catalina Island. Now, suppose you take a speedboat and launch it from Long Beach, but you leave without a compass and in pea-soup fog that lasts for the whole twenty-six miles. What do you think your chances are of hitting it? Realistically, they’re not actually zero … but they’re just about as close as you can get to it. If you launch two boats, you’ve doubled your chances, but ….”

“But two times zero is still zero,” he muttered, nodding.

“The average ejaculate is three to five milliliters,” I went on. “There’s a REASON that there are a quarter billion of those little buggers wriggling around in there. If both participants are healthy and TRYING to get pregnant, it takes them three months, on average, to achieve their goal. My chances are one fifty-thousandth of that. That comes to roughly twenty-five hundred years.”

“I am NOT going to go in for this for the next three months!” he groused. “No way!”

I laughed. “Just leave it to the old scientist, my friend. There are ways to dramatically improve the odds. In fact, if you follow my suggestions, there’s a really good chance we’ll only have to do it once.”

He sighed. “Okay, let’s shift gears. You’ve turned your pretty little Elaine into some hypnotic sex slave zombie, according to what you’ve just told me. Why the hell don’t you just force her into insemination?”

“She’s still Elaine,” I insisted emphatically. “She hasn’t really changed … I’ve just given her the chance to do what she really wants to do. And what she WANTS to do is be sexually submissive. So … now, she is. But you still can’t make a hypnotic subject do something she doesn’t want to do. And she simply refuses to believe what I’ve just told you. She still continues to cling to that ‘It only takes one’ ideology. I can’t convince her, even under the deepest trance, to go in for the procedure. She wants to wait.”

“So why don’t you? It doesn’t sound like things are imminent at this point. Have a little fun with her and wait until things get dire?”

I sighed. “I’m feeling mortal, Tod. My cancer tests are starting to go sour, and I want to have the chance to get to know the little munchkin myself.”

Such talk was making him irritable. “Well, if you can’t convince her to inseminate, what makes you think she’s going to go for THIS?” he bellowed.

I sighed. “Trust me, she’ll do it. Insemination is medical … it isn’t really sexual. This is. Through hypnosis, I can convince her to do ANYTHING sexual.”

He sighed and looked down at his now-empty beer bottle. “Bro,” he said sadly, “I’ve never told you this before, but I’ve sort of got a thing for Elaine. I mean, I’ve never tried anything, so help me God! But … but … Dude, I think you’re just about the luckiest guy in the world to have scored a girl like her.”

“More’s the better,” I said, nodding. I rose as I heard Elaine’s key in the front door. I thought of one other thing. “Say, you’re not … um … involved with anyone, are you?”

He was frowning, and for a moment, I thought he hadn’t heard me. “What?” he asked absently. Then: “Uh … no. No, there’s no one right now.”

I nodded and turned as Elaine came into the room. “Hi, Lover!” she squealed, and ran toward me, throwing her arms around my neck. Then she suddenly stopped and backed away from me. “Oh! Tod! I didn’t know you were coming over tonight! How are you? You’re looking great!” Her lips were smiling, but her eyes were full of disappointment. I knew the reason, but I’d neglected to tell Tod THAT little detail. She went to him, and they engaged in a little hug-and-mutual-kiss-on-the-cheek that was their standard greeting.

“Tod came over for a couple beers,” I told her. “We were just about to have another. Would you like something?”

“Um … no. No, thank you.” The disappointment turned into something more. She was hurt, as if I’d forgotten some important romantic event … which, in her mind, was exactly the case.

“Pet,” I told her gently, “please don’t be sad. I was just about to show Tod what we do. I want to show him.”

“Um … do?” she asked uncertainly.

I pulled the little green velvet bag from my pocket and drew the mouth of it open. She gasped when she saw it, then issued a frantic “Rod!” while she took a half step back away from me. She cast a nervous glance toward my brother, who had retreated backwards himself and lower his bulk onto the couch again, watching us uncertainly. “Rod,” she continued in a high-pitched whisper, “Tod is here!”

“Well … obviously,” I told her, smiling. “Just as I said. We’re going to show Tod what we do.” Slowly, slowly, I started lifting the thin chain, holding its end between thumb and forefinger.

She moved no further away from me, but remained frozen to the spot, staring intently with a mixture of dread and fascination as the chain grew longer. “Rod,” she urged, still in a voice that was barely audible, “this is … private … intimate … I …. Oh, Rod, I don’t understand. What are you going to do to me?”

“What does the gem ALWAYS do to you, Pet?” I asked.

The chain had finally, finally reached its end and the hourglass shaped, multi-faceted little object came into view. She gasped loudly, but her hands, which had been raised in front of her in an uncertain gesture, slowly fell to her sides and her shoulders slumped slightly though perceptively. “It makes me sleep,” she said, her voice low, but no longer a whisper. “It takes my thoughts away and makes me sleep.” She never looked at Tod. Her eyes were locked on the fake crystal.

“Very good,” I said mildly. “And now, tell Tod WHY it does that.”

“It does that because I … I like it … because I want it to.”

“Excellent.” I advanced toward her, lifting the thing as I did so, and now the trinket was positioned (as I knew from experience) at the ideal level; just above the horizontal plane of her vision, so that her eyes would rapidly grow tired and heavy. They immediately fluttered, but remained captured by thing. “And now tell Tod what you want me to do next.”

She hesitated. “I … I want you to take away my thoughts and make me sleep. But ….”

“But what, Pet?”

“But, Tod is here. I get … I mean, I feel … um … sexy when I do this,” she answered, blushing. Her eyes blinked slowly. She was beginning to drowse, her thoughts becoming more dreamlike.

“You mean you feel horny?” I asked her.

She blushed even more. “Um … yes.”

“Very well, Pet. We’ve talked enough. It’s time. Just let the crystal spin … and watch it. That’s it … very good. What is the crystal doing to you?”

“It’s taking away my thoughts,” she droned. She was starting to slur her words.

“Just let them go, Pet. And now, let yourself become sleepy.” Her eyes closed and struggled to open again, while her head nodded forward, wobbly. “You’re doing exceptionally well. I’ll count to three, and then I’ll let you sleep.” I paused for only a moment. “One, Two, Three,” I said firmly, authoritatively. At the same time, I lowered the gem and stepped into her, capturing her in my spare arm. Even after a month of this, I still wasn’t absolutely positive how she would react while in a standing position. I’d dropped her once, and while no real harm had been done, I didn’t want a repeat performance of that little episode, especially with Tod looking on. This time, however, she kept her weight balanced on her legs, though she settled herself into my embrace and rested her head on my shoulder. “Very good, Pet,” I continued. “Now, tell me when you are very deep.”

She did not respond immediately, and I waited patiently for a long minute. I stole a peek at Tod in the interim, but he was just sitting, watching her closely. He shifted in his seat once, as if his pants were too tight.

Finally, Elaine sighed heavily, opened her eyes, lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me … then at Tod. She smiled broadly. “I’m there, Master. I’m very deep, and the tight-ass slut is fast asleep.” She blushed for some reason, and she lowered her head slightly, but her eyes never left Tod, so that now she was looking at him under slightly hooded lids, making her smile appear more than a bit sinister. “Hi, Tod,” she cooed.

I laughed at my brother’s unsettled expression. “Tod, I’d like you to meet Elaine’s subconscious,” I told him. “She’s much more … uh … compulsive than ‘Conscious Elaine,’ who is sleeping right now.”

“Compulsive,” she echoed, not taking her eyes from Tod. “Yes, I’d really like to be … compulsive right now.”

“She’s also much less logical than her sleeping counterpart, aren’t you, Pet? In fact, there’s practically no logic here at all, is there?”

She finally turned her head and looked at me. “Desire isn’t a logical frame of mind, Master. Want, need, longing, craving …” she looked back at Tod, “… lust. Those aren’t the building blocks of logic, are they? Those are the things I am made from, not her. But you boys don’t mind, do you?” Her smile broadened. “I dreamed about you once,” she told Tod. She snapped her head around and looked at me again, her thick brown hair flying. “She never told you about THAT, did she, Master? She didn’t have the guts. She was so ashamed!”

I was just a tad intrigued, and perhaps more than just a tad jealous. Still, I had to admit, this was the realm of scientific discovery. This was the way my life had always been. You make a plan based on observations, only to find, once that plan has been set into motion, that there were other important variables which had NOT yet been observed. Tod evidently “had a thing” for my wife, and now, as it turned out, Elaine felt … well, I still wasn’t sure WHAT Elaine felt. “Tell me about your dream, Pet,” I ordered. “It was, after all, YOUR dream, wasn’t it?”

She laughed. “Well, of course. ALL of her dreams are my doing. This dream was almost a year ago. In that dream, we went to some party somewhere … and YOU were there,” she told Tod. “You took me upstairs to an empty bedroom, and you started kissing me and taking my clothes off.” She sighed heavily. “And Miss Prissy-Ass tried to wake up … but she couldn’t … and so she started, like, ‘No, Tod, we can’t. We shouldn’t. We just can’t!’ And I was like: ‘Oh God! His hands feel so strong on my breasts! And his kisses are making me cream!’ and finally, we were naked, and you threw me down on the bed. And, by that time, she was so turned on that she wasn’t protesting anymore … and I spread my legs really wide, and you shoved into me … and … and we woke up. We woke up cumming.

“And YOU were beside her!” she said, turning back to me at last. “And she was cumming and cumming, and she couldn’t stop. So she got up and ran into the bathroom. You didn’t even wake up. And it really, really scared her. She felt SO guilty. That’s just like her, the silly cunt! Feeling guilty for a dream she had no control over! What an idiot!”

I cleared my throat. “Perhaps I should explain that this half of Elaine is prone toward excessive speech,” I said to Tod.

She laughed. “If you’d like me to stop talking, Master, I can think of other things I’d MUCH rather be doing. Aren’t you forgetting what we were going to DO tonight? We’ve been thinking about it all day, she and I. My panties are absolutely soaked!”

“Shut up, Elaine,” I ordered.

“Yes, Master,” she replied simply. The smile dropped off her countenance and she stared silently straight ahead … which unfortunately, was directly at my twin brother. He was looking very unsettled.

“Okay,” I told Tod, though I couldn’t really make eye contact after of all that. “Enough of this crap. Remember that this side of Elaine is completely illogical. It IS a part of her, but not the most important part. It was necessary for me to bring this side of her to the fore because she WANTS to give into her feelings. And recently, she HAS been giving into them. And, I’m certain that she’ll give into them tonight, as well.” I took a breath. “We’re almost ready. I’ll give her some deep suggestions, and we’ll get on with this.” Tod still hadn’t so much as grunted.

I put a hand on Elaine’s shoulder and turned her toward me, then raised the crystal until it was directly in front of her. Her eyes locked onto it, and she sighed deeply. It was almost a moan. “I am going to take you deeper, Pet,” I told her. “Tell me your deepest need. After all the talk about sex, what is it you need to do more than anything else?”

“I need to obey you, Master,” she said earnestly.

“What is obedience?” I asked.

“Obedience is pleasure,” she replied from rote. “Obedience is a necessity. Obedience is everything.”

“I command you to stare into the crystal and go deeper, Pet. I want you to believe. I want you to believe absolutely, completely, utterly … that you WILL obey me. You will obey without comment or hesitation. You will obey now and when you wake up. For the rest of the night, you will obey. Every single time. After you awaken, you may question my orders … but that will not alter the fact that you WILL obey them. Always. Do you understand, Pet?”

“Oh, yes, Master.”

“Take off your clothes, Pet.”

She shivered. Her hands went to the buttons of her blouse. “Oh, Master … this is … delicious.”

No one spoke further until she was nude. I took away the pendant, but her gaze remained fixed forward as she worked on the task of shedding her garments. Somehow, without looking, she knew right where the chair was, and she draped each article across the back of it. When her task was finally done, she lowered her hands to her sides and waited patiently. Tod made a small noise, deep in his throat, somewhere between a groan and a sigh. He was impatient … not with the pace of events, but with himself, and I got the impression that he had expected his own reactions to be more self-possessed. Elaine, for her part, was obviously turned on. Her nipples were easily twice as thick as they usually were (though Tod, of course, didn’t know that, this being the first time he had ever seen her bare breasts), and they were pointing almost accusingly at him. The light from the lamp reflected off a thin sheen of moisture on her inner thighs.

I moved to my wife and stood behind her, then grasped her shoulders and pulled her back into me. She offered no resistance, and when she canted her head back toward me, I placed my lips next to her left ear, speaking low, but not in a whisper. I wanted Tod to hear my instructions.

“My words are your thoughts,” I told her firmly.

“Yes ….” She shivered as my breath blew lightly across her ear.

“My words are true, and your thoughts confirm them.”

“Yes.”

“You are confused, Pet,” I told her.

“I am?”

“Yes. Your thoughts have been confused all evening. They will be for the rest of the evening. Luckily, my suggestions will guide you. Why did you take off your clothes?”

“I … I thought …. Didn’t you want me to?”

“I believe that you were so horny tonight on the way home, that you took them off right away … just as soon as you came inside … because you wanted so badly to make love to me. You took them off before you noticed that Tod was here. You were naked before you noticed that he was in the room.”

“I … I thought ….”

“You are very confused, Pet.”

She swayed slightly, frowning. A blush spread across her upper chest and face. “Oh, my gosh! She is going to be SO embarrassed! She is really going to freak!”

“No, you won’t,” I told her calmly. “The damage has already been done. Tod has already seen you. There is nothing you can do now. You will just stand here, with your hands at your sides. You might be embarrassed … but now, the only thing you are going to do is wait and see what I SUGGEST that you do. Why is that, Pet?”

“Because … because I’m really confused tonight. You’ll know what’s best. I’ll just obey you.”

“That’s very good, Pet. That’s exactly what you’re going to do.” I paused. Her breathing had gotten a little ragged. “And we must consider what all of this is doing to Tod.” I gave her a moment to consider this. “What do you think is happening to Tod right now, Pet?”

“He’s getting turned on, of course. I mean, I’m standing here in front of him, bare-ass naked! You KNOW that he is going to want me!”

“That’s only natural, of course,” I told her matter-of-factly. “And whose fault is THAT?”

She nibbled the corner of her lower lip. “It’s mine. I’m the one that’s naked. It’s not HIS fault. He’s just acting naturally.”

“Exactly. You are making him VERY uncomfortable. And you are VERY confused, aren’t you? I mean, what can you do to relieve his discomfort?”

“I … I don’t know. I’m very confused.”

“Yes. And so, when I suggest something that you can do to relieve his discomfort, you will accept that suggestion, won’t you? You will treat my suggestions as if they are orders, won’t you? You will do that, because Tod is very, very uncomfortable, and because YOU are the reason for that terrible discomfort, aren’t you, Pet?”

She whimpered. “I … I’m so sorry, Tod. I ….”

“And when I wake you up from your trance, you won’t remember going to sleep or what we said or did … you’ll just know that everything we’ve discussed is true. And you’ll accept the fact that you’re very confused this evening. And you won’t try to run or cover yourself, because Tod has already seen you; and it wouldn’t do any good, anyway; so you’ll just stand here with your hands at your sides, and you’ll hope that I will make a suggestion that can make things better. And you’ll hope that I will suggest how you can ease Tod’s discomfort, because it’s your fault, after all. And you’ll be very embarrassed, I’m sure. What happens to you when you get embarrassed, Pet?”

She swallowed hard. “I get aroused. I get really, really aroused.”

“Wake up, Pet!” And I snapped my fingers loudly, just behind her head.

She swayed slightly, left, then right. She made a small, uncertain, noise, then spun around and looked at me, her expression somewhere between utter panic and abject guilt. She reached out for my hand, but stopped herself, lowered her arm back to her side, and turned slowly back toward my brother.

“Tod,” she faltered. “Tod … I’m SO sorry. I … I don’t know what got into me. You see … Rod and I have been trying for so long to have a baby. And I’ve been timing myself … my cycle, I mean … and I’ve even been taking my temperature four times a day, so that I can determine the exact moment of … of ovulation. And we KNEW it was going to be … to be sometime today. And … and it’s happening now. Right now. So I rushed home, and I … I didn’t know you were here. And I started getting ready to have … to have … um … sex with Rod. And … and ….” She shuddered for a moment, almost as if she’d had a small orgasm. A tiny squeak escaped her. She cleared her throat and heaved a large sigh. “Tod … I know that I’m the reason for your … uh …. I mean, you must have a big … uh … I mean, I’ve made you really uncomfortable, and I wish there was something I could … uh ….”

While all this was being said, I’d moved up a step, so that I was standing beside her. Now, she turned to me frantically, desperately. “Elaine, what’s gotten into you?” I asked softly.

“I … I’m very … confused tonight,” she told me softly.

“Perhaps if I took away your choices, you wouldn’t make the wrong ones,” I told her.

She blinked up at me. “What?”

“Give me your right hand, Pet,” I ordered.

Immediately, she held her right arm out to me, then blinked in consternation. ‘What … what are you going to do?”

I held her right hand in my left one, then I began tracing a line around her wrist with the thumb and forefinger of my other hand. Her eyes widened, and she gasped audibly. “Rod … you … uh … shouldn’t be doing that here … uh … now. Tod is watching!”

I barked a laugh. “Yes, you’re right. Tod doesn’t understand. Why don’t you explain it to him? Tell him what we’re doing. Don’t you think you owe him that?”

For a moment, she looked like she was going to cry, but she swallowed nervously and took a deep breath to steady herself. I took her left wrist without resistance and laid it across her right one, then continued to trace around and around the pair of them. She looked uncertainly back at my brother.

“Tod, Rod is tying me up with an invisible string. There isn’t REALLY an invisible string, of course … and I’m sure that all of this sounds incredibly … um … strange … and … uh … I guess it is. But you see, the string is real for me because … um … because I WANT it to be real … because … um …. Well, the truth of it is, I LIKE being tied up, and so he hypnotized me, and I want it so much, that it IS real … at least to me.” She looked at him imploringly. “Does that make sense?”

Tod just stared at her, and she began flexing her hands nervously in front of her. I broke the perceived tension. “Pet, could you please go get Tod and me another beer?”

She backed away from him, shuffling her feet as she went, then turned abruptly and fled into the kitchen. I took the opportunity for a little last-minute fine tuning of my plan. “When she comes back, just sit there and relax,” I told him. “It’s libel to get a little strange.”

He looked at me aghast. “Gosh, Bro, ‘ya think?”

I didn’t have a comeback for that comment, and before I could come up with any other instructions for completing my nefarious scheme, Elaine was back, trying desperately to keep the two bottles from sloshing and spilling in her crossed hands. She gave me the bottle that was most in danger of dribbling, then approached my brother, still seated in the middle of the couch. He just sat there for a long half-minute, looking her up and down while she held the bottle out to him and blushing crimson. Finally, he sighed and reached out and took it.

“Elaine, are you okay?” he asked quietly.

She swallowed and took a breath. “Actually, I’m … uh … very thirsty,” she stammered.

He grinned and handed the bottle back to her. She smiled wanly and took a deep gulp of the beer, then another, and another. She sighed with some small show of relief, started to hand the beer to him again, then quickly took two more gulps before giving it back. Tod laughed and set the near-empty bottle on the small table beside the couch, then he sat back and continued scrutinizing my wife’s naked body. Elaine made a small noise, deep in her throat, but remained standing with erect posture, her crossed hands not quite able to cover her pubic region. At first, I thought her eyes were lowered submissively downward, but slowly, I began to realize that she was staring at his crotch.

I coughed gently but neither of them seemed to notice. Finally, I said: “Pet, what do you intend to do about Tod?”

She didn’t look at me. “Do?”

“He’s very uncomfortable, and it IS your fault. You should do something for him.”

She took a shuddering breath. “I … I’m … uh … really sorry, Tod. I know you must find it hard … um … I mean …” She swallowed again. “I mean … Rod’s right. I should do something to … um … ease your … your ….” Her words stalled, and she glanced up pleadingly into his eyes before allowing them to wander back down to the bulge in his jeans. In a move that shocked everybody, she was suddenly on her knees between his legs. Instinctively, as a man will always do when something is travelling toward his lap, he moved his knees together, but this only succeeded in trapping her body between them. Her hands were groping at this belt buckle, which was one of those big western-style things. “I’ll … uh … I’ll just touch you, Tod,” she muttered in ragged, breathless speech. “I’ll touch you and relieve your … um … your stress … that I made you … um ….”

Tod had pushed himself back into the couch cushions as she leapt toward him, but now he put his hands on her shoulders, a look of stunned uncertainty in his eyes. “Uh … Elaine ….”

“It’s okay, Tod,” she told him almost frantically. “I’ll just touch you for awhile and make you … um … I mean, I’ll relieve your … uh ….” She exhaled an exasperated groan. “Oh, Tod, I need to make you cum, okay? I’m going to touch you and make you cum, because I took off my clothes, and now you’re really hard, I can tell. You’re really big, and it’s my fault, and so now, I’m going to touch you and make you cum, because … because …. How do you make this stupid belt buckle work?!?”

HE was flustered now. “Um … you … uh … Oh here. Let me do it.” He reached down beneath her struggling fingers and did something that made the buckle suddenly spring loose. Her hand went immediately to the button on his jeans, but because of their crossed position, she found it impossible to accomplish this task, either, and he aided her further by releasing that, as well. In the next instant, she had his zipper down. She reached up and grabbed a fistful of waistband and frantically began tugging the jeans and underwear down over his hips. He shifted his lower body upward toward her, and as the garment was pulled below his hip level, his hard cock sprang upward and hit her on the chin.

He sagged back into the cushions of the couch as Elaine wrapped the slender fingers of one hand around his rigid member and began stroking him full length, from tip to base, and a deep groan found its way out of his throat. A smile flickered across her lips momentarily and she increased her tempo. “Do you like this, Tod?” she queried, glancing up into his eyes momentarily, then back at her task. “You really ARE just like Rod. You’re exactly the same size … only you get hard much sooner. But you feel the same way … you throb in my hand the same way.” She stroked a few more times. “Rod likes me to massage his balls.” She shifted her grip to his nuts, then found out that if she switched hands, she could stroke his cock and squeeze his balls at the same time.

“Oh, Christ, Elaine!” he moaned, and tilted his head back against the rear cushions of the couch.

“That’s not enough, Pet,” I told her firmly. “He obviously likes it. It’s turning him on. And I can tell it’s turning you on, as well, isn’t it?” She shook her head for a brief instant, her eyes never leaving the dripping cock in her gripping fingers, but then she took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring. She was shaking slightly, and a sound issued from her lips, somewhere between a moan and a whine. “He wants that,” I told her, “but he wants more, too. Look how hard he is, Pet. Look what you’ve done to him. You need to do more.”

“Oh, Tod,” she said, still not looking away from his cock. “Tod, I’m so sorry.”

He coughed, then looked back down at her. “Elaine, you don’t have to feel sorry about anyth …. Oh, fuck!” And he watched in awe as my wife suddenly lunged forward and engulfed half of his iron-hard prick in her warm, moist mouth. Slowly, he allowed his head to lean back once again. His hips strained forward involuntarily and she took even more of him orally. Unpredictably, his body jerked and a small cry escaped him.

It suddenly dawned on me what he had told me before. He wasn’t seeing anyone at the moment. I didn’t really keep up with Tod’s liaisons, dalliances or sexual conquests. I had no idea how long it had been for him, but I knew how I got when I hadn’t had sex in awhile, and I was immediately cognizant of the possibility of things approaching a conclusion before my plans had the chance to come to fruition (so to speak).

“Stop, Elaine!” I ordered firmly. At once, she drew back away from him, her lips making a wet, smacking sound as she did so, and she turned her questioning eyes toward me. “That’s still not enough, Pet,” I told her more tenderly.

“But … but there’s nothing more I can do,” she said plaintively, nervously, hopefully.

I was having problems with concentration myself by this point, no doubt due, at least in part, to the third empty beer bottle sitting beside my chair and the steel-like bulge in my pants, not necessarily in that order. I swallowed and returned her gaze as steadily as I could. “Of course there’s more you can do. You would be aware of that if you weren’t so confused this evening … or so aroused. You aren’t thinking clearly. Look at him, Pet.” She shifted her gaze back before her and did as I ordered. “You’ve made him like this. Like it or not, you need to make it better. Do it, Elaine. Do it now.”

In an instant, she was on her feet and moving onto the couch, one knee on either side of his hips, and she was inching forward, shuffling her legs, drawing nearer and nearer, until she could feel his cock, which was straining straight up from his lap, against the moist crevasse between her legs. She froze then, and looked frantically back over her shoulder at me, her eyes one big imploring question mark. Her lower lip was trembling and she was breathing hard. “Rod … what do you …?”

“Don’t ask me,” I interrupted. “Ask Tod what HE wants. Or do you already know?”

She turned around and looked into his eyes, studying them intently. But then, her shoulders slumped in resignation. Her arms were in front of her, between them, bent at the elbows, her hands near her face. Now, she leaned back slightly, lifted her hands upward, and put them over his head, resting her forearms on his shoulder. “Yes, of course, I know what you want,” she told him. “It’s something you’ve wanted for a long time, isn’t it, Tod?” She moved forward even more, and now, her large, soft breasts flattened against his chest.

Tod opened his mouth to answer, but she didn’t let him have the chance. “Please,” she said softly. “My hands are tied, and I can’t reach down. Please put it inside me. Do it now, Tod. Do it right now, before I have a chance to think about it anymore.”

He breathed a ragged exhalation. “Elaine, we don’t have to do this. I don’t want to force you ….”

But she had raised her hips up, then lowered them, once, twice, trying to find the tip of his cock with her gaping sex. Yet again, she lifted herself. “Please, Tod. Don’t make me beg for it. I’m so ashamed. Please put it in. Please.”

With a groan of resignation, he reached down and grasped himself, then began moving the head of it fore and aft, making her gasp loudly each time he rubbed it against her clit, before finally finding the target and thrusting his hips upward, sinking deeply into her. She threw her head back and issued a guttural “Ooohhh!” and forced her body down fully onto his. And then they stopped moving altogether for a long while, just sitting there, shivering from time to time, clutching each other.

At last, Elaine forced herself to move her face until it was in front of his, their noses touching, their eyes locked into one another’s. “Tod, please,” she whispered loudly.

“What, Elaine? Tell me what you want,” he answered tenderly.

She took another deep breath. “I’m … I’m so confused tonight. It’s just that … that ….”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Please, Tod. Kiss me. Please kiss me.”

And his lips assaulted hers passionately. Her fingers laced themselves in his hair. His hands, seemingly, were everywhere … her back, her ass, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. All I seemed to be able to do was look on unbelieving. I had planned it. I had orchestrated it. Never had I envisioned THIS! The evening was supposed to be a “slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am” sort of affair … at least in my mind’s eye. My first inclination was to call out and interrupt them, but I had to admit, this was my own moronic doing … not theirs; and so I remained silent and watched them miserably, though my suffering didn’t seem to be making my own erection subside.

At long last, they broke the kiss, and seemingly automatically, Elaine began lifting her body up and lowering it on his shaft. “Tod …” she groaned.

“Y… yes?”

“Tod, I … I’m very … um … fertile right now … and we … we’re not … um … protected.” She pumped up, pumped down.

“Elaine,” he husked. “I’m sorry. I ….”

“It’s not you, Tod. I … I … Oh, my gosh! Oh, Tod … this feels SO goooood!” She pumped up, pumped down, over and over.

Now, finally, Tod shifted his gaze over her shoulder and look at me. I cleared my throat. “More than two thirds of all women find it impossible to achieve orgasm through coitus alone,” I told him in as steady a voice as I could find. “Elaine is like that. All women WANT to have that ability, of course. And so … I used repeated deep hypnotic suggestions to give her that gift. She will cum when you have thrust into her twenty-five times. She is mentally unable to count the thrusts … but she KNOWS she will cum. She can’t help it.”

My wife was losing control. Her frantic, frenzied plunges onto his cock were picking up tempo, and she was leaning back, so that he was achieving maximum penetration. Tod took a ragged breath. “And just what makes you think that I’M going to last that long?”

But Elaine was there. She climbed to her peak and her whole body crashed into the chaos of sexual oblivion. Her breaths were coming short and hard, and each exhalation was a shout: “OH! OH! OH! OH!” which she moaned into the side of his neck, clutching his body to hers. She had stopped her vertical manipulations on his cock when she had begun cumming, and she had ground herself down hard onto him, but her hips now began rocking forward and back to the pace of her cries. At long last, her movements slowed … then finally stopped, and she cuddled into him, sighing contentedly.

No one spoke for a long minute. Then, she drew her face back and looked into his eyes again. “You didn’t cum,” she told him softly.

“Elaine,” he told her earnestly, “we need to talk about this. You need to know ….”

But she silenced him with a tender kiss that went on for several long seconds. Her hips began to gyrate again, slowly at first, then more rapidly. When she drew back from the kiss, she kept her face close, intimate. “Do it, Tod,” she told him. “You need this. You REALLY need this.” Her pace continued to quicken.

“Wait,” he urged. “Elaine … if you don’t stop, I’m going to ….”

“Yes!” she told him firmly, not quite a shout. “Yes, Tod! We can’t stop it! Neither one of us can stop this! Do it, Tod! Do it! Cum for me! Please! Fill me! Fill me up! OOOHH!”

He roared like a wounded lion, threw his arms around her waist, low, forcing her hips hard onto him and his body shook violently. Elaine leaned back, back, until her hands slipped from around his neck, and she arched rearward, forcing herself even more violently onto the invading, spewing cock inside her. Her head tilted back toward me, her hair trailing down toward the floor, and I was shocked to see that her eyes had rolled back into her head, her mouth shaped in a voiceless “O.”

After a long half-minute, she slowly brought herself back to their comfortable embrace. They were both breathing hard. “Oh, gosh, Tod,” she told him. “You came SO hard inside me. OH! Oh, my gosh! You’re STILL cumming! I can feel you! Mmmmm.”

I let this go on for another couple minutes and then finally got to my feet. I had to readjust the front of my jeans before I could walk to them. Gently, I laid a hand on her shoulder, and she turned and looked up into my eyes.

“He came inside me, Rod,” she told me.

“Yes, Pet, I know.”

“What should I do?” she asked, confused, concerned.

“You should do what I order you to do,” I told her firmly.

“Yes,” was her automatic response.

“Now, listen to me, Pet. After a woman has sex, after the man pulls out of her, it is a very normal reaction for her to contract the muscles in her vagina. I mean, there was something big in there, and when you suddenly feel empty, those muscles just naturally clench because of the void. That’s what makes the famous ‘wet spot.’” She and Tod both looked at me like I was more than a little crazy. “But this time, I order you to make a conscious effort NOT to let the muscles of your cunt flex or contract. Do you understand?”

She blinked up at me. “I … uh … I …”

“Just think about it as it happens,” I commanded.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Tod demanded.

“I’m improving those odds I told you about earlier,” I said. I looked back at my wife. “Now, Elaine, Tod is going to bend you way over the edge of the couch, and he’s going to stay inside you while he does that. I don’t want you to pull away from him. Just let him move you and hang onto him … and keep him inside you.”

“Uhhh ...” she hesitated.

“Tod,” I said, “lie on your side on the couch.” He looked as if he was going to protest strongly, but did as I asked, lying down while keeping himself inside her. “Alright,” I continued, “now, twist both of you so that Elaine’s head is down on the floor and her hips and legs are up here on the couch.” It took a lot of concentration on his part, and he winced once when he twisted his knee beyond the extent he should have, but eventually my wife was in the position I had describe. “Okay … now pull out of her very, very slowly. And Elaine, remember what I said earlier, and keep all the muscles inside you very loose and very, very relaxed.”

Eventually, Tod moved away from her, leaving her with her shoulder blades on the carpeted floor and her hips up on the couch. I grabbed a pillow from the corner of the couch and put it under her knees, only accentuating this weird posture.

“I … I don’t understand what what’s happening,” she said in a small voice.

“That’s because you are very confused tonight,” I told her. I lay down on the floor, spun around and shimmied toward the couch on my back until I had matched her strange position, my back on the floor, my feet on the couch. As an afterthought, I toed off my shoes. “There, I told her. We’re just going to lie her for an hour or so, okay?”

“An hour?” she asked blankly.

“Yes, but first, I’m going to insert something into you. I want you to remain very, very relaxed, and don’t fight it, okay?”

She blinked at me. “What?” She stared at me for a long minute, looked over at Tod, who had just finished re-buckling his belt, and then returned her gaze to me again.

I had stashed a couple items related to my plan under the couch. I stuck my hand under the front of it and pulled out a short, fat dildo that Elaine had purchased during her sex-toy “party” many weeks before. Her eyes widened in shock. “Rod! What are you …?”

“Do as I command, Pet,” I ordered sternly. “Relax all your muscles … and let me ….” I rolled slightly toward her, then positioned the rubbery device at her opening and began slowly, slowly pushing it into her. Her breath caught for a long moment before being exhaled in an extended groan. She was looking up at Tod, and her body was shaking slightly. Finally, the thing was in her. Some of my brother’s fluids had been forced out of her as it had been driven in, but now, whatever was inside her was trapped. I reached back under the forward edge of the couch and fished around for a few seconds before pulling out the vibrator … another of the purchases from that “party.” I set it abuzz, then adjusted the base of it, turning it to its maximum setting.

She whined pitiably. “Oh, Rod! What are you doing? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Do as I command, Elaine … then I’ll tell you. I want you to take this and put it on the exact spot that is most sensitive. I want you to make yourself cum. Put it on just the spot that will do that. If you don’t know where that is, experiment until you find it … then leave it right there until you have an orgasm. Don’t argue. Do it now.”

“Oh, Rod!” she groaned, giving a little sob. But she took the growling device and stuck it between her legs.

“What the fuck!?” Tod barked, his eyes almost savage.

“I think you’re familiar with my prejudice against old wives’ tales,” I told him levelly. “And yet, it’s obvious that at least SOME of them would be based on a degree of scientific proof.” He blinked at me, uncomprehending. “In medical science,” I continued, “no one really knows WHY women have orgasms. I mean, why would nature instill such a thing, when there is no good reason for its evolution?”

Beside me, Elaine issued a breathy “Ooohhhh!” and shuddered perceptively.

“Did you find the right spot, Pet?” I asked.

“Ah … oh … yes, Rod.”

“Good girl. Now don’t move it until you’ve cum.” I looked back up at Tod. “Oh, there are lots of scientific hypothesis, though nothing really conclusive. But there’s always been an old wives’ tale that suggests pregnancy is more likely if the woman experiences orgasm during sex. Oddly enough, while it is obviously VERY possible to get pregnant without one, the increase in odds is statistically significant. The big question, of course, is: why? There are several opinions. I happen to have one, myself.”

“But she already came with ME,” Tod told me harshly. “Why embarrass her further now?”

I smiled at him. “No, Tod, she didn’t. She THOUGHT she came … and in fact, she is incapable of telling the difference. It was intense, it was immensely satisfying … but it was all in her mind, triggered by deep-set posthypnotic suggestion. And even if she HAD cum, I don’t think it would have made a difference, conception-wise … because YOU hadn’t cum yet.”

“OH GOSH!” Elaine exclaimed, beginning to shake and arch her back off the floor. Idly, I reached over, pinched her swollen right nipple and began rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.

“I really believe that the only way a woman’s orgasm could possibly increase the chances of pregnancy is if her internal muscles contract and physically draw the sperm toward the ovum.”

Elaine screamed. Her body involuntarily sat up toward her raised knees and ass, then smacked back down onto the carpeted floor, shaking violently, her head rolling from side to side. Her “bound” hands dropped the buzzing device and went to her breast, trapping my hand against her nipple, while the vibrator slid between us and continued its incessant humming. She was panting hard, a sort of “Huh! Huh! Huh!” sound as the muscles of her stomach and ass continued to spasm involuntarily. Perspiration was beading all over her straining body.

At long last, she subsided into breathless panting, then finally relaxed against my shoulder. She looked weakly up at me. “You’re … you’re trying to make me pregnant,” she said in a small voice. “You’re trying to make me pregnant with Tod’s baby.”

“The magic of it is,” I told her softly, “we will never really know for sure.”

“What?” she asked.

“There’s not a DNA test in the world that’s able to determine paternity between identical twins,” I told her.

“DNA?” she asked, really confused now.

My brother started walking toward the front door. “Tod!” she cried plaintively. “Don’t go! Please!”

But he kept walking. He opened the door and then paused. “Bro,” he said seriously, “you can be an A-Number-One asshole, you know that?” And with a slam, he was gone.

I looked after him, baffled. “What the hell is HE so pissed off about?” I groused. “It’s not like I asked him to do something horrible or anything. I think he’s wanted to take you for a long time now.”

“Take me?” she asked incredulously. “Rod … he’s in LOVE with me! Can’t you see that?”

I couldn’t think of anything to say. Finally reaching down and turning off the damned vibrator didn’t seem to help. I guess we made quite a strange picture, lying on the floor like that, our butts in the air, me fully clothed and her naked as the day she was born. We were silent for a long, long time before she finally spoke in a sad whisper.

“What are we going to do about him?”