The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“The Diamond Room. Here’s your key. Enjoy your stay!”

This little B&B was too small for fancy names like ‘Diamond Room’, but whatever. I took the key and dragged my luggage down the hall.

Stairs prevented my progress. There wasn’t an elevator. Of course, there wasn’t.

“Jeremy?” I sighed and glanced over my shoulder at my brother. “Could you take this?”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my bag. It was easy for him; he had the muscles. Might as well put them to use.

Smiling to myself, I found our room — the one with a diamond shape on the door.

“Thanks!” I cheerfully called out as Jeremy dropped my bag inside the room. Our room. Yes, my brother and I were sharing a room. It wasn’t ideal, but there’d be more awkward questions if we didn’t.

See, I’d bragged to my coworkers all year about my amazing, hot boyfriend. I didn’t have a boyfriend. I was just jealous of Miranda and her engagement. She was marrying a great guy, and tomorrow was her wedding. My ‘boyfriend’ and I had been invited.

My brother was hot. At twenty-five, only two years older than me, he was a heartbreaker and he knew it. Square jaw, broad shoulders, muscles everywhere, tall and dark — honestly, it was a bit rude. Why the fuck did he have to be my brother?

He was the perfect eye candy for this wedding, so it worked out, I guess. All I had to do was agree to be nice for the rest of the year, and he’d pretend to be my boyfriend for a couple of days. I could be nice — by avoiding him. But tomorrow, I just had to keep myself from grimacing every time I touched him.

Sighing, I resolved to enjoy myself anyway. A wedding was supposed to be fun!

As I surveyed our room, my eyes landed on a bowl beside the bed. It was filled with the prettiest clear stones, the light from the window reflecting into my eyes. The light was so bright. Blinding. But I couldn’t blink.

They looked like diamonds. The entire room seemed to glitter, though the stones were only in the bowl. I stepped closer, the urge to pick one up overwhelming my thoughts.

They weren’t real, some corner of my mind knew. Too large, too many. Maybe quartz? They were so clear and bright, though. The light filtered through them with a brilliant, effervescent glow. Whatever they were, they were beautiful.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” My brother’s annoyed tone barely penetrated my fascinated gaze. “Seriously, Lauren? You couldn’t get a room with two beds?”

“Huh?” I mumbled, focused on my goal.

“Hello? Lauren?” He stepped in front of me and waved a hand in my face. My gaze broke from the diamonds.

“What? What do you want?” I frowned, upset at the loss of… something. My brother pointed at the bed.

The single queen bed in our room.

“Oh. Oh, shit,” I muttered.

“Yeah. I’m not sleeping with you.” He crossed his arms, waiting for me to fix this.

My eyes drifted back to the diamonds. Not diamonds, was the faint, confused whisper in the back of my brain. Close enough. They were so pretty. I didn’t want another room. I wanted this one, with the pretty diamonds.

I shrugged as I picked up one of the stones. “It’s fine. It’s just a couple of nights. Deal with it.”

“Deal with—?” He threw up his arms. “Why the fuck did I agree to this?”

“Because you’re a good brother, and you love me.” My tone was a little flat, but it was true. Warmth tingled my fingers.

He gave me an odd look. “You ok, Lauren?”

I blinked. He had leaned closer, blocking the light shining on the diamonds. The fake rocks. I dropped the one in my hand back into the bowl.

“Yeah, whatever. Just, you know, thanks,” I mumbled. What the hell? Good brother and you love me? Gag. Those words had never ed my lips before, never even crossed my mind. I must be tired.

It had been a long drive to this weird inn. My brother had blasted his typical headache-inducing noise that he called music. And now this. I should ask for another room, but it would be weird for a couple not to share a bed. No one would find out — probably. Still… better to just stay here. Yeah.

After unpacking and showering, I found my brother lounging on the bed, taking up practically the whole space. Ugh, I hoped he didn’t sleep like that. Maybe I’d wear pants and a sweater all night. Just imagining accidentally bumping against his bare skin sent shivers of horror down my back.

It was getting dark. I clicked on the light next to my side of the bed. A blinding flash knocked my ass onto the bed. As I blinked and rubbed my eyes, wondering if the bulb exploded, I caught a bright shine. The bowl of diamonds glinted. Sharp angles of light reflected off the brilliant, hazy surfaces. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to look away.

Closer. I wanted to look at them closer. Picking one up, a warm sensation rushed up my arm. My shoulders relaxed. A few of my friends were into crystals and the effects they supposedly had. I couldn’t what diamonds were supposed to do. It wasn’t a real diamond, but still.

That stray thought floated away. The entire world seemed distant and unimportant as I gazed into the beautiful stone.

“Lauren?” My brother’s voice sounded far away. He was right behind me, but I could barely hear him. “Lauren! Hey, what are you, deaf? This is a shit start to the whole ‘being nice’ thing.”

Be nice. Yes. I was supposed to be nice to my brother.

Jeremy was so irritated. He shouldn’t be. Everything was great.

I closed my fingers on the warm stone and turned, smiling softly at him. “Thank you for coming here with me. I know you didn’t want to, and I’m so glad you agreed. I’ll be nice, I promise.”

He eyed me suspiciously, his expression saying that he didn’t trust a single word out of my mouth. A minute ed, and he started to look speculative. “Huh. I didn’t think you could do it. Not bad.”

My smile turned a bit sad. “I’m sorry for always being so mean. How can I make it up to you?”

His mouth opened, then closed, his eyes narrowing at me. He probably thought I was messing with him. Smirking, he said, “How about you show me your tits?”

“Ok.” I’d do anything he wanted to make him happy.

His mouth opened. “What—”

But my shirt was already coming off, and my bra took only a few seconds longer. I turned my body, sitting cross-legged beside him. His wide eyes dropped to my bare tits.

“Do you like them?” I pulled my shoulders back and shoved my chest forward. Most guys liked my breasts. I hoped he did too.

“Yeah…” He stared unblinking, like he was afraid if he closed his eyes, my tits would disappear. The idea made me giggle.

He blinked several times, frowning at my face like I was crazy. Then he scowled and his arm shot out, his hand squeezing my breast. “Why the hell are you laughing?”

My instinct was to pull away from my brother’s groping, but the warmth running through me said everything was ok. Since everything was ok, I didn’t understand his rude tone. I gripped my stone tighter. A surge of warmth reminded me that I was a terrible sister, and that was probably why he was being rude.

I lowered my head. “Sorry. No reason. I’m glad you like my tits.” I really was glad. His massaging sent curls of heat between my legs. I wanted to moan. My heartbeat sped up. Shame crept into my cheeks. This was about him; my enjoyment was secondary.

A frown settled on his brow. He kept kneading my tits, still glaring at me despite my apology. He still wasn’t happy, and that wasn’t ok.

I murmured, “Is there anything else I can do? Please?”

Sneering, he said in a mocking tone, “Yeah, sure. Take off your pants.”

Happy to oblige, I slid my panties off too.

As I sat back down, completely naked, he stared at my shaved crotch. His eyes flicked back and forth between my breasts. The glare was gone. That was good, right? I hoped he liked what he was seeing.

“Lie down on your back.” His words came out in a breathless rush. There was disbelief and something else — lust, anticipation, excitement? I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t care. I did what he wanted.

The sheets were soft against my bare skin. Hotels always had nice, fluffy, pillowy blankets. I sighed and closed my eyes.

The diamond almost tumbled out of my loosened fingers. My hand clenched, and a soothing warmth washed away the panic. It wouldn’t do to lose my stone. Such a nice stone.

The bed shifted. I opened my eyes to find my brother taking off his pants. He seemed in a hurry. When his boxers came off and his thick erection jutted into the air, I understood why. He was probably uncomfortable. Fair.

A faint sense of discomfort made me squirm. There was something odd about this. My brother’s cock, my nudity, him touching me. I couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong. As I shifted, silky sheets caressed my back, the warmth of the stone pulsed in my mind, and the strange feeling faded away. I relaxed.

Jeremy had a more determined look in his eyes now. He moved quickly, straddling my head, staring at my mouth as he angled his cock at me. “Suck,” he demanded.

I smiled and my lips parted. Anything he wanted, of course. He thrust himself in before I could stick out my tongue and give him a lick, but that was ok. I licked him while he fucked my face. It was what a nice sister did.

He groaned as his cock slid in and out between my lips, gliding back and forth along my tongue. His cock was big, though. He was only thrusting a few inches into my mouth. I could take more. I’d show him. Taking a deep breath, I leaned into the next thrust.

“Gluck!” Choking slightly, I swallowed until my throat opened for him.

He stopped. “Fuck. What are you… Oh, fuck!”

My lips slid up his shaft and his cock slid down my throat. Squeezing the diamond helped my throat to relax. It wasn’t easy to take all of his cock, but I did it. A surge of joy rushed to my chest as my throat muscles constricted around his shaft. I was so happy to be nice to my brother.

He let me bob back and forth a few times, my throat opening around his cock as I gagged and saliva leaked down my face. I didn’t mind struggling to suck his cock. I’d do anything for him.

“Fuck, Lauren, I always knew you were a little slut,” he groaned as he began humping my face. “Can’t get enough, huh? You like sucking my dick? Let’s see how you like it in your pussy.”

Warmth flushed between my legs, and I realized how wet I was as he thrust in and out of my mouth. He was right. I wanted his cock in my pussy. I wanted him to fill me up, stretch me out, pound my cunt hard.

Whimpering and choking, I gasped as he pulled away from my lips. Coughs lifted my body until he pressed me back down.

“Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere. I’m not done with you,” Jeremy growled. He shifted, jammed a knee between my thighs, and forced my legs apart. If I wasn’t busy catching my breath, I would’ve helped. I felt bad not helping.

Pressing my hand to his chest as I gasped in air, I coughed, “Ok. Please fuck my pussy.”

He blinked and paused. The tip of his cock hovered at my entrance.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you, huh? Prove it. Put me inside you.”

“Ok.”

His hand on my chest pressed down harder like he didn’t trust me, which was fair because I really was a terrible sister. But I’d be better from now on, I’d make him happy to have me as a sister. I promised.

And right now, he’d be happy if I put his cock in my cunt.

I smiled and reached down, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft. It felt so good to touch his cock, I didn’t want to let go. But I obediently angled him at my opening and nudged him between my pussy lips, moaning softly as he penetrated me.

My brother’s cock slid all the way inside me, and my entire body tingled. Warmth coiled in my core and spread to my limbs, colliding with the heat of the stone in my hand. My brain just about melted. This was perfect. I should’ve done this a long time ago.

“Ahh… ahh…” I moaned as he stretched me out wonderfully.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. Leaning down, he propped himself on his hands as he slowly pulled out of me. “And so fucking wet. You like this, huh? Fuck.”

“Ah! Yes!” As he slammed back into me, I squealed in ecstasy, my pussy clenching eagerly around his thick shaft.

He laughed and pumped his hips harder, purposefully ramming my clit with his pelvis. Wave after rolling, endless waves of pleasure crashed through my senses. I moaned and writhed, grabbing at his bulging arms, spreading my legs wider, lifting my hips to feel him inside me deeper. My brother was pounding the most wonderful sensations in my body.

Jeremy grabbed my arms and lifted them above my head, pausing at the stone in my hand. Frowning, he pried my fingers open and tossed the shiny rock away. Then he pinned my arms down and thrust his hips, resuming his fast, hard pace.

I felt so good that I barely noticed the uncomfortable feeling in the back of my mind. Insidious whispers slowly clawed to the surface, demanding my attention. This was wrong, it said. This was bad, it urged. Stop. But why?

Brother. He’s your brother.

I blinked in confusion as my body bounced back and forth. It was like waking up to an earthquake. What the hell was happening?

My brother’s sculpted chest was right in front of me, his muscles rippling as he worked his hips. He looked amazing, from his broad shoulders to his perfect abs to his glistening cock driving in and out between my legs.

Jeremy panted as he fucked me. His eyes were locked on my jiggling breasts. He groaned and pounded into me harder, slamming his pelvis against mine, slowly pulling back, and plunging in all the way with a squelching slap of flesh. Again. Thrust. Again.

My brother was fucking me.

My brother was fucking me!

I shook my muddled head, disbelieving. This was a dream, this was crazy, this wasn’t happening. Oh, fuck, his cock was so big, so deep. I gasped and turned my head to the side.

My eyes landed on the diamonds. Beautiful, shiny stones. I stared at them as my brother groaned and pounded me harder.

He felt so good. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to be nice. The diamond glinted and I smiled. That’s right. Yes.

Be a nice sister. That’s what I’d agreed to. There was nothing wrong with that.

Mmm, his cock slid so smoothly inside me, back and forth, massaging my tense inner muscles. My body jolted as he thrust faster and faster. I kept my eyes on those diamonds, though. They were so shiny, and everything was so much better when I looked at them.

My brother groaned. “I’m gonna cum in your little pussy. Yeah. Fuck, Lauren, you feel so good. I need to cum inside you.”

And like a good sister, I said, “...Ok.”

“Fuck!” he shouted, his pelvis absolutely hammering me into the bed. “You little slut. You want me to cum in your cunt, huh? Look at me! Look at me when I cum inside you! Ungh!”

Reluctantly, I tore my gaze from the beautiful stones and did what I was told. When our eyes met, he groaned and plunged deep into the back of my tunnel, the entire length of his shaft pulsing. Lightning raced up my spine.

This was horrible.

My mouth opened in a breathless gasp as a stream of hot fluid splashed somewhere deep in my belly. He pulled back and slammed in again, another spurt of cum coating my insides. A soft whimper of fear broke free of my lips. My brother’s bare cock was inside me, thrusting his cum deeper, pumping rope after rope of creamy fluids into me, filling my unprotected pussy with every drop of his virile sperm.

His grip on my wrist was almost painful as he emptied his balls into my pussy. I was too dazed to struggle anyway. How had this happened? I vaguely ed sucking his cock, then helping him fuck me. Why would I do that?

Warm liquid dripped down my ass. I whimpered. He came inside me. My brother came in my pussy.

And I let him.

He rolled off of me and headed to the bathroom. I couldn’t move. The shower ran. I should take a shower too, wash off the cum soaking into the bed. My brother’s cum.

Whimpering, I curled under the sheets and turned away.

“You ready yet?” Jeremy grumbled from the hall.

“Just a minute!” Sighing softly, I tucked the small diamond into my bra. I found it under my pillow this morning. The most wonderful dreams had filled my mind all night. Dreams where my brother made me cum again and again. I woke up relaxed, happy, and so wet that I had to change my panties.

Warmth soaked into my skin and straight to my heart. My brother was the best. I was going to be so nice to him all year, just like he wanted. I’d be better than any girlfriend he ever had. He’d see.

Leaving the bathroom, I smiled at how fucking hot he was. Everyone would be so jealous of my perfect boyfriend.