The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My teacher’s head was resting on his crossed arms, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Not that this was some latent eye-opening event that I was into men or something. Personally, I hope that’s not where my story is heading. Yet it was a struggle to gaze anywhere but the teacher’s front desk.

This wasn’t a situation where one of the supermodel hotties that the school hires for teachers is writing on the front board, and I have my attention woven to their fat asses eating the fabric of their pants between both cheeks. But, despite the differences, I had my eyes glued to the front of the classroom all the same. Whatever boring Superhero documentary playing amidst the dimly lit room became background noise as I was intuned with the man snoozing at his desk. He appeared to be utterly exhausted from either a hard day at work, a lack of sleep, or—more likely—a combination of the two.

For once, I’m glad I’m not the one with a free to sleep wherever and whenever I please.

If so, I wouldn’t have been able to come to with this acute realization.

As weak as the powers blessed to me by my mother had always proven to be...

They aren’t nonexistent.

There are s that I vividly recall where I managed to control Thea (because Lilly didn’t have anything coming to her, and the prospect of even imagining a world where I could control Mom was off the table). Or even give her lingering commands while she was asleep... Well, more specifically, knocked out like a dead buffalo.

Because the moment her eyelids would flutter open, and she woke up with renewed consciousness, any ounce of leverage I had under my control would slip free from my grasp. Also, those “lingering commands” would just be rightly ignored; I was told my mind-control power felt like an annoying devil on one’s shoulder, spouting commands as if it couldn’t just be flicked away.

Usually, that’s when I’d be thrown through the wall and proceed to black out, only to wake up later to Mom restoring me back to health and then punishing me for messing with my sister.

But issues with the questionable way Mom chose to go about raising children aside, it didn’t change the fact that the only consistent method I had at using my powers without an Enhancement Charm was under the veil of slumber.

Anyone being in a state of sleep left their mind just suggestible enough for me to control. The only problem that arose with such a realization was that it’s a pointless proposition when people can and will often wake up on a dime. Then, to add on top of that, they’d know that I was trying to take advantage of their weakened mind.

It just made trying to control people while they were sleeping a useless endeavor.

And sitting here, in Mr. Fad’s waste of hours that somehow has a timeslot on the school’s daily schedule... it made me realize.

I’ve known a girl whose ability is to literally put people asleep. Hell, it’s so powerful; she can’t even stay awake herself half the time.

For fucks sake, if I had just thought outside of the box, even for a moment, I would’ve realized what was right in front of me. If Emma could put an entire house to sleep, would I have even needed to get lucky and score Mom’s Enhancement Charm? I’m not sure how Emma’s ability works, nor her sister’s, but apparently, being able to control others doesn’t prevent one from resisting the same power, so there’s a chance that Mom wouldn’t even be able to keep her eyes open.

Regardless, I suppose it doesn’t matter how my past decisions (or lack thereof) shaped up because, in the end, Mom is my personal doll, unknowing of her loss of power over her children. But it does paint a clear picture going forward.

My main issue here is that, without Mom or her charm, I can’t really do much of anything. With her power, I basically had a god under my thumb; with a simple order, I bet she could be one of the highest feared villains on the planet, able to mind control millions of people at a time and overthrow the entire state.

That might be overstating her power a bit, but I’m not going to forget how she casually mind-controlled the entire neighborhood “without” an Enhancement charm to further bolster her powers.

But the point is, I need my dear mommy to do any of that. The second she’s gone, any leverage I have goes with it.

Now... though, this realization changes a few things.

And certainly does put some other options on the table...

In the end, with much trepidation, I left my teacher alone. The warnings my mind-controlled mother gave me the other day rang true, furthering my sense of hesitation. It really did feel like I was wading through shark-infested water here. No one has reason to suspect me of anything, but if they did, it’s a haunting thought that I could do little to nothing to avoid any of the faculty or even most of the students if they have a reason to come after me.

Mom’s powerful sure, but I have a feeling many teachers here are close to, if not on her power level.

There are just too many unknowns to take any more risks in an environment I have no control over. Maybe one day, if I can manage to tackle and enslave whoever the ruler of this castle may be, I could openly roam these halls in my boxers, free to do as I please when I please. But that day isn’t coming anytime soon; at least, that’s how it seems now. Besides, I think the main head honcho in charge of every ticking clock in his academy is the principal, a lady I have never even met in person before.

Unlike at home, where I was able to dethrone the “queen” and enslave everyone beneath her, things might have to fall upward at this school. As it stands, there’s no method conceivable for me to so much as get to the principal, let alone mind-control her. Someone in charge of an academy this powerful must have an ability that trumps even the feats Mom can bear.

For my own sake and general safety, I’d just like to just head home for the. Even though I may not agree with many of the decisions Mom made, I suppose she’s right in that, like it or not—I’m safe at home. No one from the vast outside world could hold any intent for ill will towards me when I’m at the house; because to get to anyone inside, they’ll have to first go through Mom, and when her foot is down, no one is going through my mother with any form of ease.

Oh, but the temptation was a big one...

Sitting in class, contemplating whether or not to take the dive and go for broke harkened back to one of those choose-your-own-adventure games I used to play. And as I sat through the rest of my classes, acting as if there was nothing afoot, I couldn’t shake off the question of how that path would’ve played out.

Alas...

“Thank you for that, Kevin. You may take a seat. Alicia, can you continue from paragraph three?” Mrs. Watkins spoke over swift audible clicking sounds from her keyboard. While she continued writing whatever article was being concocted behind her computer screen, the dance her fingers performed didn’t even flinch.

I suppose for some, multitasking is only second nature.

Always seeking to be the model student of the classroom, Alicia was quick to her feet with a beam on her lips. Though I, along with some others, saw that look as not much more than a coy reminder to others that she perceives herself as better than the rest.

Granted, in my case, she is better than me. Higher grades, a more proficient ability, certainly smarter and capable of weaseling herself around this school like it’s second nature. But that doesn’t mean she has to act in ways that only make me want to shove a cock between those smirking lips. To make her fall from taunting to guzzling down a fresh dose of hot n’ ready jizz.

Fuck.

It’s thoughts like those that are going to make me fuck up down the road.

Alicia rambled on, sprouting out the gibberish written down in our biology handbook as if there was some intriguing merit behind those words. Maybe it’s my inherited dislike towards her and the way she has made my life a bother for the last couple of years at school, but I would kill just to get up right here, bend her over the table, rip up that plaid skirt and absolutely fuck the shit out of her ass right in front of everyone. A nice pussy pounding would serve her well in taming the bitch.

And... there we go again.

I shook my head, not even noticing the tight clenching of my fists. It’s so tempting to mutter insults her way, but her ability granting enhanced hearing is deathly proficient. That’s one of the many reasons why she’s so liked among the teachers and faculty. No one likes a snitch, but when the snitch can hear things that none of the academy’s staff can pick up on, I guess that makes them an exception to the rule.

That girl has drilled it into my mind that keeping my mouth shut is the best course of action if she’s anywhere nearby.

The sound of rapid-fire clacking at the front desk came to an immediate halt, “Okay, that’s enough, Alicia.” Mrs. Watkins put a stop to the girls’ rambling.

Alicia beamed as if proud that she accomplished the bare minimum of reciting text from a book. Upon taking her seat, she glanced to her left and noticed my gaze on her. Honestly, despite myself, I hadn’t even realized I was staring at her this whole time. Her otherwise attractive face shifted into a dirty scowl at me, and she stuck out her tongue.

Really now? Everyone in this damn classroom is either eighteen or nineteen; she has no business resorting to such petty measures as sticking out her tongue.

She needs to act her fucking age.

Ironically I’ve been told to do the same thing on more than a few occasions, but those people were just being overly sensitive.

“Cody, are you volunteering to read next?” Alicia’s scowl towards me had drawn the attention of Ms. Watkins; the biology instructor had risen from her chair and walked around to the side of the desk with a book in hand. “Feel free to continue where Alicia had left off, then.”

“Wha—” My eyes tore off Alicia, who was giving me a smirk, “Huh?”

Mrs. Watkins appeared all but amused, sighing with her arms crossed, book held up against her chest. Such only made me all the more distracted as her modestly sized chest now had a pleasant display of being squished rather evidently. The gray blouse beneath her open business jacket lined her rack enough to show a distinct line of cleavage that the book made into a much rounder and pressed-together display, though that very same book somewhat obscured the please angle.

“Excuse me for attempting to be courteous. Stand up and continue reading from the textbook.”

“I- okay,” I stood up, eyes darting down to the open book on my desk. “Uhhm~” My hand trailed over the text lined below, the tip of my finger finding it hard to spot the starting point Mrs. Watkins expected of me.

Obviously, I hadn’t been paying attention to that bitch sitting next to me. Every second she speaks, there’s a high probability that her words are going into one ear and right out the other; those lips of hers are meant for dick-sucking and ass-eating. Maybe I could consider giving her voice the time of day when she’s on her knees worshiping my cock, but otherwise, I’m not going to listen to a damn thing coming out of her mouth.

The room fell into a brief span of silence, all save for some muffled chuckling taking place behind my back. Mrs. Watkins cleared her throat, though she remained tight-lipped as she placed down her book onto the desk, allowing her chest the chance to ease out. It was clear from the brief moment her eyes darted from the textbook back up to me that she had found the spot that I was expected to start from, giving me even more pressure not to screw up here.

“Umm...”

Despite everyone else keeping their voices to a murmur, Alicia proved to be less than considerate in her attempts to hide her amusement. “He wasn’t paying attention!” She teased amidst a chuckle.

My fist clenched and dropped onto the textbook, “Don’t act like you know anything! I-I was listening,” Alicia met my instinctive sneer with her own amused smirk. “Do you want me to read from paragraph.. five? On page... eighty-eight?”

That question seemed to stir the room into a more openly amused banter, “Pfffffftt~” pursing her lips, Alicia held back a loud-mouthed snicker, “He doesn’t even realize! I told you. He wasn’t listening to anything!”

With a single finger, Mrs. Watkins adjusted the glasses that had shifted down her nose. “That was apparent from the beginning. But I did hope he would at least be attentive enough to make an educated guess at where you left off.”

“Wha-what?” I asked, genuinely bewildered; the entire room was seemingly in on a joke that had ed me by entirely. “Is this not the right page?”

“No, Cody. No, it is not.” Mrs. Watkins sighed; she leaned her skinny-jean-lined ass against the edge of her desk, displaying the meaty thickness of her rear by how much the hardwood squished into her right-ass cheek. “Since you asked, we are actually on page one hundred and four. Two chapters ahead of where you presumed we were. And if you have yet to pay attention over the last two chapters, that is incredibly unfortunate because I do not have the desire nor the time to retread past ground.”

“Oh,” I said.

“Actually, Alicia had finished off the chapter. There was nothing more for you to continue reading from. Consider this an ungraded test to see if you were focused.”

“Ah,” gradually, I returned to my seat, now understanding why everyone here found my plight to be amusing. “I’m sorry,”

“Mmhm,” Mrs. Watkins licked her lips and took and leaned up from the desk. She walked to the front and retrieved a stack of papers. “There’s no reason to be sorry. At this point, I expect this of you. I am doing my best to help you with your grades, but if you want to fail my class, there’s not much I can do.” With the stack of papers in hand, she approached the frontmost row of desks and began to hand out the sheets, “As for the rest of you that want to , we are going to begin taking tests more rapidly. The curriculum is set to change, and I don’t plan on letting that undermine what we are doing here. There will be a test every day with reading homework to be assigned for you to do later in the day.”

Any amusement in the classroom had died out at that moment; even Alicia’s continually amused beam faltered. There wasn’t anyone here that found such news appealing. Especially me, having just been put on blast for not paying attention.

Not that anyone should be able to blame me, considering everything that has gone on recently; my mind is all over the place. Something as insignificant as a biology textbook means less than nothing to me. Once I have Mrs. Watkins as my obedient puppet, my grades could be fixed with just a simple command. Weeks of poor grades upon poor grades would find their inadequacies resolved in an instant.

But it’s really interesting how this announcement for a curriculum reshuffling is ruffling everyone’s jimmies so intensely. I see this as a positive in all manners of the word. Maybe finally, this shitty academy for gifted students could actually tone itself into becoming more interesting rather than just a reskin of a typical high school where the only difference is students graduate a year after most others.

The front row of chairs ed back the sheet Mrs. Watkins had handed out. It only took one absent eye for me to recognize that I wasn’t going to the test when it was finally my turn to get a hold of it.

Or maybe... I could prove Mrs. Watkins and everyone else wrong. After yesterday, cheating is off the question, but how hard could these questions actually be? It’s just biology.

After the second answer, my delusions were sent out the window, and I just accepted that my lack of interest in the class had left me with no choice but to guess.

So, I probably failed...

But that doesn’t matter. In truth, this might end up being a positive for me. After Mrs. Watkins dismissed the class, she didn’t even offer me a glance as I left with the other students. Typically she was the kind to have anyone struggling in class hang back so she could have one of those bothersome “conversations” that I always found a chore to sit through.

That didn’t happen today.

Assumedly, she just decided that I was a lost cause and there was no point in trying to help me fix my grades. Not caring about school was something she just expected from me. Exactly what I needed to remain under the radar. She didn’t even offer me a parting glance as I left with the others. Instead, her eyes were fixated on her laptop, working on another class email about our homework. Something I had no intention of doing.

And now that I know all of our classes are going to be shaken up soon anyway? Fuck her homework.

Oh, and... fuck her, once I can actually get away with it, that is.

Walking into the fresh air after the final bell of the day rang proudly, I was hit with a wash of relief. It was encouraging, knowing that I had essentially escaped what was the stakeout before a large-scale event. Under the nose of those whose powers I could never attempt to rival, I slipped in and out. Goes to show that as long as I can present the front that nothing is amiss, powerful or not, no one here would have any reason to assume that I plan to bring them all to their knees.

Of course, I mean kneeling in the theoretical sense, but physically could be an amusing sight to see as well. Frankly, if there is no chance in hell that I can ever reach the amazing heights of power as most people here, the best I can manage is to bring them down to my level. And as long as they are kept in the dark, there might just be a chance I can get away with it.

I walked down the front steps of the school, hand sliding along the rightmost arm rail as I watched the other students intermingling with one another. Some stuck to their friend groups, others were quick to ditch and be done with school for the day, and some unlucky few had to remain for extracurricular activities.

Heh...

You wouldn’t catch me dead doing any of those.

I noticed two typically attractive girls chatting with each other under the shade of a tree. Their tight long-sleeve tops, purple and green, had caught the naturally instinctive part of my brain, but before I could fully take in the sight of their slime-curvy physics, they bent down and sprouted out two pairs of grandiose wings, powerful enough to send them straight into the air with a single flap.

Above the same tree, a brunette girl was chatting on the phone, only she was upside down wearing a loose tank top with some nicely sized fruits contained within. As the laws of physics would dictate, her creamy tits should be flopping down into her face or at least out of her top, but it looked as if gravity worked entirely differently for her. It was almost like she had her own internal gravity pulling her up instead of down, yet somehow she was able to remain in the air instead of flying straight up into space.

Part of me wanted to approach the tree and appreciate the view down her top... or up her top in this specific situation. However, my attention was soon stolen by the boisterous conversation coming from a bunch of teenagers who had just forced open the school’s doors. They were talking about some sort of party going on later; the volume of their voice wouldn’t let that remain a secret.

The two guys at the front of the group had been laughing the loudest; they bounded down the stairs with three girls behind them and quickly turned around to watch the others follow suit. I could see why the boys were so quick to head first since the chatting girls had their breasts jiggling with each heavy step taken down the stairs. Two of them wore cheerleader skirts that were just barely low enough to share a brief flash of their panties for anyone at the bottommost step.

One of the girls I recognized to be Brian’s girlfriend. If she’s going to this party, that muscle-headed jock will probably be attending as well. I doubt I was getting invited, but it would be good to know that avoiding something like that falls in my best interest.

The less I have to do with that guy, the better.

Though if she does have a hot mother, I wouldn’t mind making that MILF my bitch. Naturally, in this instance, I do mean literally.

The two boys at the front must be relatives, given their similar appearances; they both said their goodbyes to the rest of the group with a wave and parted towards the grassy field adjacent to the school. Partially cloaked under the cover of the stairs, they got onto their knees, clenching their fists, two large talon-like claws protruding from the teen’s wrists, arching over their hands resembling claws designed for digging.

And dig they did; once the claws hit the dirt, their arms began to move at an ever-increasing pace. In the span of only a few seconds, they drilled at speeds challenging to track. Soon enough, only their feet remained above ground; they were about to be fully submerged under the earth. However, a sharp and abruptly authoritative voice cut through the air with enough power to stop the dirt from flying out of the hole they had made.

From one of the school’s side exits, Ms. Lee had walked out with another student in toe; a dark-skinned girl that yawned while shielding her eyes from the heavily beaming sun.

Ms. Lee, always the perceptive type, was on the two tunneling teenagers the moment she laid eyes on them. “Marcus and Kevin! What do you think you are doing?”

The three girls had a chuckle at their plight but made sure to stay out of the situation unfolding.

“Shit,” One of them, I’m pretty sure Kevin, as I ed him from my class, popped his head out of the hole. “Dig! Mark! Dig!”

“Don’t even think about it! This is the second time this week! Get out here right now.” Leaving the girl behind, Ms. Lee zoned in on the two boys. The digging teenagers stalled, seemingly struggling to decide whether to exit the hole and face their punishment now or bite the bullet and get out of dodge.

In the end, they both chose to climb out of the hole, but the look on their face showed instant regret as Ms. Lee began to tear into them with both hands on her well-curved hips.

I looked back over to the girl Ms. Lee had left behind; she was rubbing her eyes and yawning once again. Giving her a second look, I immediately recognized her—Emma’s constantly fatigued younger sister.

Her exact name was slipping my mind. But, considering her power could prove to be very useful to me, I should get to know her more. The girl began to fan herself by grabbing hold of the bottom hem of her purple blouse and pulling it in and out. Each motion offered a brief sparring look at her toned midriff and cute belly button.

Yeah, I really should get to know her more...

And like her older sister, too, she seemed friendly enough.

Through her tired haze, the girl eventually noticed me; looking my way, she smiled and gave me a wave.

Like a dear caught in headlights, I stood unsure of how to act here; girls here don’t typically react like this when they see me. Hell, no one does. It isn’t breaking news to know that I’m far from the most popular guy around the block.

It’s even worse that I cannot her fucking name for the life of me.

Fortunately, the situation couldn’t reach any awkward levels because a third party entered the picture. The side exit door behind the girl opened again; this time, another teacher came out. It was someone I had never seen before, a slimly-bodied woman wearing a dark gray sleeveless sweater that conformed to the shape of her modest chest size and lean stomach. Similarly, her creamy white slacks clunge to her round hips and nicely contrast the dark color of her top. Despite the heat, she gave off a somewhat cold aura to herself.

The sun’s warming rays seemed to leave her unfazed; she clasped her hands together near her crotch, and the woman’s arms were pressing the sides of her breasts together.

Her dark brunette hair, done in a clean pageboy cut, with some dark bangs just barely covering her right eye, and the brown framed glasses that sat over the bridge of her nose, made her appear dead set on nothing but business.

She tapped on the teen’s shoulder and ushered the quiet girl to the street. In response, Emma’s sister just yawned again; she gave me one last parting look and waved again before heading off.

The cold-faced woman ushering her forward zipped her dark eyes towards me over the frame of her spectacles for a second or two. Her demeanor was unfazed and neither positively nor negatively altered. Instead, she just looked away as casually as she had glanced my way. The woman approached a vehicle that hugged the curb and opened it for the younger girl.

Emma’s sister slid into the enger seat, and after closing the door and walking around, the woman got into the car herself. It was a right silver glossy sedan, looking as though it was either recently purchased or had a fresh coat of paint.

I observed the truck being carried away as the engine accelerated.

It made a U-turn on the winding route and left via the entrances. Only pausing to wait out the mayhem caused by an immature superpowered teenager for a brief while as a few students fought in front of them. The woman’s lack of trepidation in the face of the shenanigans swimming around was unusually distinct from the other instructors and academic staff here. She ought to have rolled down the window or, at the very least, honked the horn at them. Instead, she chose to wait it out and disregard everything going on around her, which just raised more questions.

Who the hell is that woman?

Mom better be ready to enter a trance when we get home because I have a ton of questions for puppet mommy.

Also, speaking of Mom, where the fuck is she? School had let out almost fifteen minutes ago; for her, that’s a long while. She usually is almost never tardy. All things considered, it should be the other way around.

Unless...

Fuck.

She better not have told Thea to pick me up.

I fumbled a hand into my pocket, frantically pulling for my phone. Mom knows for a damn fact that I hate riding with Thea on her fucking motorcycle. But Mom would always make Thea drive by whenever she didn’t feel like coming over herself.

Fuck that, not anymore. Mom lost her right to call the shots like that anymore when she was demoted to a slave in her own house. She’ll do what I want whenever I want, and if she steps out of line and has the gall to act like she’s the one with authority over me, she’ll need to be reminded of her place as a mindless cow that lost every ounce of control she used to wield.

But unfortunately for me, and luckily for her, something interrupted my call.

Or someone. To be precise...

THUMMMPFFF

Directly beside me, only a few feet to the left, Thea dropped from the sky like a brick had been launched from orbit. A portion of the grassy terrain erupted into rubble and dirt that created a messy brown cloud around us. The sudden nature of her drop made me stagger wildly, nearly tripping over myself in the process.

I felt like a shambling dumbass as my own legs played me for a fool; my hands had to lash out toward the nearby tree just to regain my composure.

Meanwhile, Thea merely looked on with avid amusement, “Woah, watch yourself, buddy.” Her voice rang with a heavy dose of sarcasm, “Hey, can I ask you a question?” In a swift motion, she stepped forward and snatched the phone out of my hand, “Do you know how to use your fucking phone? ’Cause I’ve been texting you to get your ass over to the parking lot.”

After standing upright again, I saw her waggling my phone with irritation openly plastered onto her face. “Give me that,” I said, snatching the device back, “And don’t jump in like that. You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Really?” My older sister raised a brow, “Right, right. Because you’re such a model student. My bad”

Thea rolled her eyes at the thought, with one hand resting on the left curve of her hip. Despite the boisterous shenanigans occurring, a few of the students loitering in the main courtyard were drawn to the sudden nature of her loud landing. A couple of them even proceeded to murmur amidst themselves after sparing us a glance.

That is definitely no bueno...

Or, as others may say, not good.

Not good at all.

Now more than ever, I want to stay under the radar and not be seen, let alone seen like an idiot that needs to be picked up from school by their big strong sister.

My sister’s left eye darted around us, noticing a few gazes on her, her full soft lips pursed into a displeased grimace. To get a better look, she parted the piercing golden tresses of hair that constantly hid her right eye, but when she dropped her hand, the hair immediately fell back, covering it once more.

“Okay, these brats don’t know who I am.” She mused her thoughts out loud, “We’re getting out of here before anyone thinks I’m your fucking girlfriend or something.” The idea made her visibly gag; she had to clear her throat and shake away the thought.

But that did give me an idea.

I didn’t want attention, but... since I already have it...

Thea stepped forward; even the slight movement made her huge ass sway. Those jeans were glued to the roundness of her hips, dark red; they had two tears in the fabric around her upper thighs, and the juiciness of her legs faintly squished through the holes. The rips added to her punkish biker-gal tomboyish feel, but the sheer femininity of her natural body shape contrasted whatever boy-like look she wanted to obtain.

If she wasn’t such a bitch, I honestly wouldn’t mind having such a chill, extremely powerful cool-girl biker older sister. Ignoring the sex appeal she gives off without even trying, with her hourglass figure, averagely sized rack, and massive fuckable ass. The way she keeps her golden hair short and jagged and almost always wears biker jackets, like the dark blue one she had on right now, just gives her a cool-ass aura.

“Alright, since you made me come all the way up here...” She leaned forward, and for a short moment, I was able to see her cleavage down the neckline of the blue blouse she wore under her unzipped jacket.

Though it’s not like she could ever zip that thing up, even if she wanted to; for some reason, she always wore clothing a size or two smaller than her own measurements. I wasn’t one to argue that decision; maybe it had something to do with the natural nature of the tears she makes whenever flexing those powerful muscles of hers. Who’s to say? I can at least appreciate how the jackets she wears almost exclusively serve to enhance her biker-girl style. The damn things don’t even reach her waist. But that always does give access to her slim midriff right as it curves out to the roundness that is her hips, almost like a handle for anyone that would dare to break her personal bubble.

Speaking of which...

“I’m going to let all of your friends see you get picked up like a ’lil baby,” My sister swooped me up into her arms in one swiftly effortless motion; it took no more than one sweep of her leg and quick movement from her hands.

“W-Woah~” I stammered, instinctively wrapping my arms around her neck.

“That’s the idea,” Thea smirked in that typical cocky manner of hers, “Make yourself look like a little baby boy. Do you want a juice box? We can stop for Lunchables on the way home.”

She was enjoying this.

I could still sense the gazes of a few students on me; they no doubt could assume exactly what Thea wanted them to see.

But she was right. They don’t know who she is; hell, most of the students here don’t even know much about me. I was never that social.

That level of anonymity could work in my favor. Especially since their eyes are already on us...

“How about instead of a juice box, I get a nice taste of those big soft lips of yours?”

“Wh-What the~” The lips in question form a genuinely dumbfounded response. In all of her cocky amusement of the situation, Thea wouldn’t have expected such a sentence from me, given the fact she held all the cards here. She could easily (and that’s not being said lightly) crush me in her arms like a damn insect. Hell, if she sneezed and had an uncontrollable muscle twitch, I might just snap in two with how effortlessly she could do so.

“Put those fat lips of yours to work and ionately make out with me right here.” And before her shock could adjust into anything else, I said the trigger word, “Bitch,”

Like clockwork, her bright blue irises flooded with a glazed tint, and her facial expression moved from appalled and repulsed to a more casually unamused look.

She didn’t say anything and instead did as instructed. With me still in her arms, she lifted me up and angled her lips against mine. Her fuller, soft lips met my own like warm, partially moist pillows. The instruction to “make out,” really defined as a genuine kiss session; this wasn’t anything like ordering a mindless husk in a vague manner and getting a peck on the lips. Thea’s neck leaned into it, her mouth moving in tandem with my own, sharing her distinct taste and heat into me. Our shared salvia began to create audible squelching sounds as she adjusted her head to delve deeper into my mouth. My sister’s tongue slipped between my lips, brushing my teeth briefly before being allowed entrance to dance with my hungering tongue.

She moaned into me, walking forward while keeping me clutched to her all the while. I felt myself press against the sturdy force of a tree as her moans grew in intensity. My older sister’s nose tickled the tip of mine, and her lips shifted up to suckle my upper lip between hers before she tilted her head to dive right back into my mouth from an altered angle. The hard tree pressed firmly behind me while her soft breasts squished up against my side alongside her body warmth being shared into my core.

What were likely minutes to seconds almost felt like hours with how pleasantly tasteful and full of furious ion Thea’s lips could be. Those pillowy cock suckers always appeared enticing. But I hadn’t the faintest idea that she could make her mouth feel this scrumptious when she put her mind to it.

Just when things felt like they began, it all came to an end. Thea pulled back; her lips seemed almost glued to mine for a sparse second before those large pillows parted away, creating a final moist clap. An extended long string of saliva remained, keeping the two of us connected for just a bit longer.

Though Thea didn’t appear to mind or be phased in the slightest by anything that had occurred, “Okay, let’s go,” She said casually as if she hadn’t just had a ionate makeout session with her little brother in the middle of public. While forming her words, the line of spit bobbed and bounced on her soft bottom lip before it eventually broke apart, falling down to stain the breast bulge of her blue top; a small glob even managed to find its way down her small neckline, undoubtedly making a home for itself in her cleavage.

Thea shifted, cocked her hip bounced her weight onto her right leg; her arm hooked around me tighter as she now only held me with one hand while her other rose up to wipe the spittle from her lips, only working to smear it across her cheek.

“Ugh~” She groaned through an annoyed sigh. The tone of her heavy exhale felt oddly stimulating. I’d want that same breath to tickle the head of my cock. “Whatever, let’s go.”