The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“What do you want?! I just saw you a few hours ago!” snapped Suzanne Rowan, over her phone.

“I’m sorry. Are you busy?” asked Brett Nilsen

“It’s fucking Friday night, of course I’m busy,” she snapped.

“I hate to bug you, but I guess I was kind of lonely.”

“Talk to your brother.”

“I can’t. He’s with Carrie.”

“No doubt trying to take advantage of the poor girl.”

Brett Nilsen was normally not as shy as his brother, but he had one weakness in this regard. Though not as bad as Tom, he was somewhat shy around girls. This of course, evaporated when someone was attacking his brother. “Listen here you bitch! If it weren’t for Tom, Carrie would still be with her stepfather! She’d probably be getting raped right now! Tom actually told her NO when she offered him sex. He really cares for Carrie. By the way, it was SHE who asked HIM to be his girlfriend!”

Suzanne Rowan was shaken at Brett’s outburst. This reaction seemed out of character with his reputation. Yes he was a guy and guys were petty and cruel. Brett was certainly lashing out, but she had just said something nasty about his brother. She realized that in her own way, it was she was being petty and cruel.

“I’m sorry, Brett,” she said, quietly uttering her first civil words to him.

Her simple apology took the wind out of Brett’s sails. “OK, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have called you a bitch. But Suzanne, why do you have to be so mean about everything?”

Again, the question and Brett’s changed tone surprised and confused Suzanne. “I guess, my experience with guys hasn’t been that great. I have two older brothers who are shits to me. One of them is a flat out sadist.”

“What about your dad?”

“My dad died when I was only three, so I didn’t know him.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I can’t miss what I never had. He was probably like his sons anyway,” she murmured.

Brett had his “Eureka” moment. Suzanne was growing up in a home without a father and had poor male role models. “Suzanne, my father is one of the greatest people I know. He’s a civil rights and corporate/labor attorney. Lately he has practically stopped practicing corporate law, only keeping several major clients. We have a good lifestyle, but we could have been even better off if my dad had just kept practicing corporate law.”

“Why did he stop?”

“He took a civil rights/employment case about a single mom who was being discriminated against by her employer. She was so poor that she was in danger of losing her three kids. Dad proved her case and she was able to get her job back and receive her back salary.”

“Well, he got paid, didn’t he?”

“No. He did it as a favor to the pastor of our church. The point is not all guys are jerks. My dad is a great guy and a good role model. I’d like to think that I’m trying to hold myself to his values,” he paused. “I’m not completely sure why you hate guys, but I can’t help but think that not having a father and having two brothers growing up without one couldn’t have helped any of you.”

“Why would you care?”

“Why WOULDN”T I?! Suzanne, you don’t know me, but remember; I told you that I was going to change your opinion of me.”

“Why can’t you just let things be? You want a girl to take to the prom. The head bitch is making me go with you. Can’t we just leave it at that? Why are you being so…”

“What.”

“Nothing,” she said quietly.

Brett almost defended Sandy, but remembered that Sandy would have to be “Sandra” for now for any of this to work. “I think the word you were looking for was ‘nice’. Do you want to know why?”

“OK.” she said, curious.

“Because I want to be your friend.”

“Yeah, right. You just want to get into my pants! Even if I found you attractive, which I don’t, it’s not going to happen, so you might as well quit trying!” she snapped.

“Listen to me,” he started softly. “I’m not trying to get into your pants. I never was.”

“Why?”

“For starters, you’re only fifteen.”

“You’re not much older than I am.”

“I’m sixteen, but I’ll be seventeen in June. The other thing is that I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me.”

“Then why don’t you find a girl who does. You’re not repulsive looking. I’m sure you could find somebody who’d go out with you.”

“Because Sandra is making me do this, the same way she’s making you,” he lied out of necessity.

“Can’t you just ask your friend to have his girlfriend end this little game for us?”

“Come on, Suzanne. Do you really think Derek wears the pants in that relationship?”

At that moment Brett heard something he had never thought he would have heard from Suzanne. She laughed. It was not a sarcastic chuckle, but a real laugh. It lasted at least thirty seconds.

“OK, I see your point,” she said trying to calm down. “But why do you want to be my friend?”

“For at least two reasons.” He paused before listing them. “If we’re stuck with each other for the next two or three months, I’d rather not be bickering with you all the time. Being friends would make the time much more pleasant, don’t you think?”

“I guess so,” she grudgingly admitted. “What’s the other reason?”

“Because I admire what you do with animals. I told you about our ‘rescue dog’. He was abused by his previous owner,” he paused. “Anyway, I guess since you care about animals, I’d like to think that there is somebody inside of you that I could like.”

“As a friend?”

“Yes, as a friend.”

After a somewhat cordial goodbye was issued and the call disconnected, Suzanne wondered if Brett was really genuine about his feelings. “What if he was?” she thought. She decided to be cautious. Even if there wasn’t any attraction and she knew there never would be, maybe this would be a chance to make a real friend. Most of her friends were bitches and twits she had to hang out with. Brett seemed to like animals and even offered to help her tomorrow at the shelter. “I guess if we’re in the same boat, we shouldn’t rock it,” she laughed to herself.

“Are you sure, Maggie?” asked Veronica.

“Look at them, Ronnie. Don’t you feel like we stepped into a time machine,” sighed Margaret Turner, as she stared at their children. Sandy had her chin on Derek’s shoulder. He was sitting on a barstool. Sandy was looking on as their husbands and Derek conversed.

“I know, honey, but they’re not little kids anymore.”

“I know, but there is something about them. Look how comfortable they are with each other. They are acting more like a married couple than two teens in love.”

Ronnie looked at the kids and saw that her friend was right. They had all the easiness of being nine years old, the way they were then and all the affection that a retired married couple would have for each other. It was strange. Yet the more she thought about it, it was wonderful. “I can see what you mean, but Maggie, what are we going to do about them?”

“As far as I’m concerned, we shouldn’t do anything. As long as they keep up their studies and other obligations, and they use birth control, I don’t think we should limit them at all. Something has happened to Sandy. It’s like her mental and emotional maturity has changed from four to forty. She has become completely unselfish and she has been an absolute joy to us. Make no mistake; her feelings for Derek are responsible for this. Why would I want to limit that?”

“I see your point. Derek has always been all of those things, but I haven’t seen the kind of joy he’s exuding now since he was a little kid. But Mags, we’re their parents. Shouldn’t we be limiting this somehow? What if word got out about them sleeping in the same bed together regularly?”

“You and Rick shared his bed at Princeton.”

“That’s different. We were in College.”

“How old were you?”

“Eighteen.”

“They have both just turned seventeen, and are less than a year and a half younger than you were, Ronnie. I think it took me until I was twenty to show the maturity Sandy has been showing. Let’s face it Ronnie, we’re destined to be in-laws,” she grinned.

Ronnie grinned and shook her head. “Typical, overly enthusiastic Maggie,” she thought. “She makes ‘The Unsinkable Molly Brown’ look like ‘Debbie Downer’ on a bad day,” she added to her thoughts, as she chuckled out loud.

“What?”

“God, I’m so happy we’re friends again,” smiled Ronnie.

After a wonderful dinner at the Turner’s, the Carson’s and Sandy returned to Carson home to watch a movie. Laura was waiting in the living room. After greeting her parents, before they went into the kitchen, she gave her brother a huge hug.

“Damn, Squirt! Have you grown since I last saw you?” she grinned, as she hugged her brother.

“An inch or two, not so much of a squirt now, am I, Lola,” he laughed, as he broke the clinch.

“Once a squirt, always a squirt,” she teased.

“You remember Sandy?” he said, as he saw two of the most important women in his world looking at each other.

“OK, let’s get this over with,” muttered his sister under her breath.

“OK, he said, as he rubbed Sandy’s shoulder, before walking into the kitchen to help his parents make popcorn and organize other snacks for the movie they were all going to watch.

Both women continue to stare at their counterpart. They seemed to be sizing up each other, like a couple of heavyweights before a championship bout. Then Derek’s girlfriend shocked the shit out of his sister. She launched herself at Laura and gave her a big hug.

“Oh, Laura! It’s great to see you again!” she exclaimed, before breaking the hug and leaving an affectionate kiss on her cheek.

“OK… Hi, Sandra,” she said, with an expression somewhere between bemusement and dumbfounded.

“Actually, I’m going by Sandy again. You remember… the little girl you liked,” she smiled.

“OK...”

“Look Laura, we have some things we need to discuss and catch up on, but you need to understand something.” Sandy paused. “I love him! I’m completely his and he wants to be mine,” her blue eyes twinkled with a kind of guilelessness, that Laura had hardly ever seen before.

“But how? Why?” Laura now genuinely confused. She somehow believed from Sandy’s demeanor that she was telling the truth.

“I can’t explain it except to say that a tiny part of me that I thought was lost started growing. It showed me how much of a bitch I had been with Derek and what an ass I’d been with you.”

“You mean about Scott?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I guess that is one thing you and Scott have in common,” grinned Laura. “He told me that he wanted us to try to stay together, long distance. Then what do I find? The bastard started sleeping with a girl the day after he got to college.”

“I’m sorry about that,” said Sandy.

“I’m over it. Part of me wishes that you had actually succeeded. It would have saved me a wasted summer.”

“Are you kidding me? This is one of those rare times I’m glad I struck out with a guy,” laughed Sandy.

Laura had heard that laugh before, but not in many years. It was musical like the laugh of a child. Not the haughty snigger of a bitch named “Sandra Turner”. She couldn’t help but laugh too. “You’ve really changed, haven’t you?”

“I’ve seen the light, after living somewhere very dark,” said Sandy, as she got serious. “I’m not going back because this is where Derek is,” she said with an intensity that surprised Laura. “He led me out of the dark and I’ll always love him for that. Still, for Derek and me to work, I need your acceptance.”

“The way you said that makes me think that my acceptance is really important to you.”

“More than you know,” murmured Sandy.

Laura waited for a few moments to frame and then phrase her thoughts. “Trust me, Sandy, I know how you feel. I’ve seen how my little brother is growing up. Lately he’s been my best friend. I can tell you I think the world of him. I’ve also never seen him so happy and confident. I credit you with that,” she smiled, before the smiled disappeared. “But know this. I’ll also blame you, should that ever change. Am I making myself clear?” she said sternly.

“Yes,” Sandy said quietly, as she lowered her head.

Laura looked at Sandy. She looked the way she did when Laura had caught her snooping around her hair bows and ties, when Sandy was only nine. She had given young Sandy a lecture about not touching other people’s personal property and then saw that young Sandy had been crying. Now Laura felt like SHE had stepped into a time machine. She dealt with new Sandy the same way she had her diminutive version on that day. “Oh, come here, you little brat,” laughed Laura, as she pulled the blond into a comforting hug.

Sandy smiled and said the same thing she had said almost half her lifetime ago. “Thanks Laura,” she beamed from the hug.

Back at the Turner’s every decided on an early bedtime to recover from the ordeal of the last twenty-four hours.

Tom sighed. He felt Carrie’s head on his shoulder and thought back to what had just occurred. They had started the night in separate beds, but she managed to find a way into his bed and into his arms. About fifteen minutes earlier, Carrie awoke and felt his hard on pushing into her side, through his boxers. She looked up to see him awake. “No wonder you can’t sleep,” she had smiled, before fisting him and blowing him to climax. Tom had made a token show of resistance, but that soon melted, as did his brain.

Now Tom had some choices to make. He could sense that Carrie wanted to intensify their relationship, but he was worried that she would eventually resent him if they did. Like every young man, Tom had fantasies, but despite his youth, he was not a slave to them. He had always wanted a girlfriend. Perhaps he had bought into the whole ‘happily ever after’ outlook of life, but he imagined himself with a sweet woman, who was a bright and caring companion. He wanted someone to share his life with and raise a family.

What he was feeling towards Carrie was something completely different than he had felt for any girl before. His bond with Carrie felt similar to his bond with his twin. It was a closeness that may have been born from tragedy and forged from mutual peril, but he could sense that this was not a relationship that relied only on what had happened to them. It now had a life all its own. There was no reason on earth why Carrie should be this trusting with him, but she was. This trust in Tom allowed her to trust in the Turners and the other people who would now be a daily part of her life. Tom was frightened by the all-encompassing role that he and Carrie had in each other’s lives. Then he looked at her sleeping.

She looked so fragile, but at complete rest. He remembered what she had looked like last night and at the State office building today. Tom was there and that was all she needed at the moment to find peace. Her trust in him gave her the ability to be at peace with herself. Tom knew that there would be setbacks. Such a long and traumatic experience could not be wiped from one’s conscience overnight, if ever. Tom knew that he was her anchor. His connection to her kept her in this world. In return, she opened his heart to the experience of loving someone unconditionally. Other than his family, he had never felt that way about anybody before. These feelings gave him a sense of confidence and a greater self-respect. He began to see himself through her eyes and he liked what he saw.

After “movie time” was over, Derek lay naked on his bed with a great sense of anticipation. He couldn’t believe that his parents were letting him do this: Letting Sandy Turner share his bed. It seemed incongruous, but that did not mean that it would not happen. He was shaken from his thoughts by a knock on the door. “Come in if you’re name is Sandy,” he grinned, as he re-started the dialogue from their first night together.

“It is,” he heard her voice say, before the door opened and closed. In the brief period between these two actions, he caught a glimpse of her he would never forget.

Sandy was wearing one of his Mom’s terry cloth robes. Her hair was darker and it was obviously still damp from her shower. The robe clung to her body, accenting each and every perfect curve. When she turned back to him, before the door firmly closed, he saw her face. She was obviously flushed, but her expression was not the raw lust he had often seen on her face. Her eyes were shining, her smile was broad, and her face continued to pinken. In that brief moment, he knew what that expression was. He was feeling it too. They were nervous.

“You’re so beautiful,” he heard his voice say.

“I must look like a drowned rat.”

“No, you look like a beautiful maiden, who moments earlier stood beneath a waterfall with water cascaded down her back.”

“You’re so poetic,” she murmured.

“Don’t credit the poet. Credit his inspiration.”

Sandy had fought to keep her composure, but now, his look and words had turned her world into molten jello. She undid the tie and felt the robe shrug off her shoulders. Her legs, while wobbly, seemed to be working on their own as they slowly walked her naked form to her lover. Like Derek, she was surprised that their parents were letting them do this. Last night, being their first, was a novelty. She had been a whore for his pleasure, wearing lingerie that left little question of her intention. Tonight, she felt like a virginal bride on her wedding night. While neither of these things, her nervousness was unmistakable. Then she saw something that made her laugh. She finally noticed that Derek wore a similar expression.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“We are. We finally got what we wanted and now…”

“It feels kind of weird,” he said finishing her sentence.

“Yeah, but a good weird,” she explained, as she stood naked above his supine form, before climbing and crawling, feline fashion, into his waiting arms.

They waited like that for a few extended moments, savoring the feeling of their naked flesh, touching in all the right places. The rest of the world dissolving before their eyes until there was only Derek and Sandy; their senses dulled beyond, yet heightened within the bed.

“This is amazing,” she murmured, as her eyes found his.

“It is,” he agreed, before capturing her mouth with his own.

He felt her tongue begin to probe the inside of his mouth until it found his. Then they dueled, first gently but then more insistently. She felt his hand on her ass, slowly kneading it. Finding an opening in their otherwise entangled flesh, she reach down, grasping his hardened cock, before starting to gently stroke it. He moaned his arousal into her mouth. She felt moisture form between her legs at his ministrations.

Then she broke the kiss, looked into his eyes, and began to rub the head of his cock against her labia. He felt the heat and moisture ooze from her drenched channel. His cock was more painfully hard than it had been in his entire life. Then she eased their torture, by aiming his member so its head found her entrance. Then slowly, he pulled her hips to his, until they met at the junction of her vaginal lips and his testes; locked in carnal desire. Their mouths briefly connected again before she felt their combined forms rolling her onto her back with him on top.

Slowly, he began to saw in and out of her moaning form. Looking into her contorted, lust filled face began to take its toll. He had always wanted Sandra Turner; even after her mean trick. He hadn’t allowed himself to acknowledge that, but it was true. Deep inside, he had prayed in the hope that she would like him again, the way she had when they were kids. He had longed for that girl. Now for the first time, he admitted this truth to himself, as his lust and love grew.

She was now grinding her hips up to meet his thrusts. While she was turned on beyond belief, Sandy felt a connection to Derek that went far beyond their joined bodies. She had been reborn when Derek had changed her by uttering the fateful words that had opened her mind and unbound her heart. She was beyond happy that she could relate to Derek; not only like this, but as the small children they still were in some ways to each other. There had been a joy that had been missing from their lives. Now these innocent feelings comingled with their desire. Their shared understanding hit them both like a ton of bricks.

Sandy knew she was about to have the mother of all cums. For a split second, his open eyes saw hers become unfocused and roll back into her head. At the last moment, she yanked him down to her, captured his mouth with hers and screamed her love into his mouth. He then got the ride of his life, as her body powerfully spasmed beneath his; her channel clamping down hard on his completely embedded member. Derek fired deeply into Sandy, as they continued to ride out the most intense experience of their young lives. The whole world faded before their eyes for a few moments.

When they opened their eyes, they were both crying. They both knew the truth. Their virginal younger counterparts had been driving their bodies; as if losing their virginities to each other. The tears were the culmination of more than five years of frustration. The childhood sweethearts that returned, had mourned the five long years of bitterness at being apart; all the while knowing that deep inside, they belonged together.

With his “innocence” ripped away, Derek’s thoughts momentarily drifted to the present and to the stranger, now his “friend”, who had made all of this possible. Then he felt Sandy’s thumb drying his tears, as he instinctively did the same. No more was said that night. Their mouths were too busy hungrily and then sweetly kissing. Finally they fell into a blissful slumber; lying there with both their bodies and hearts entwined.