The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Her nails clawing along my ass feel like heaven. I used to think it was the thrill of how bad it would be if we got caught, but the warm pleasure of her lips wetly sucking on my neck disproves that theory. My thigh presses between hers as my nails dig into her hips. My teeth close around her ear before giving a tender tug.

Raw, but restrained: that’s how she likes it so that’s how I like it.

I nip along her ear and slide my fingers roughly along her thighs to grasp behind them. Her body shakes as my fingers curl into her and I grind my body into hers hard enough that it feels like the whole world is shaking. I groan at the feeling of her hard nipples pressing against me as my breasts mash into hers. Her skin is soft and warm, but what I love most about her body is the way it glistens and shakes as she moans.

My lips lovingly trace a path to hers and I savor the feeling of her perfect lips against mine. They feel soft the way chocolate icing feels soft, but they yield so much less. Her taste makes me burn and soak against her thigh even more than the quake that goes through her leg.

Her nails dig into my thighs before teasing more tender places, and I shake as hard as she does. Nothing feels closer than this. Nothing feels better than her body and mine quivering as if we were joined at the clit.

I rake my nails around and up her thigh, drawing back my leg just enough to cup my fingers around her sex. She clenches around my hand and I slide a fingertip along her slit before slipping inside. She clenches even more when the second finger joins in. With each movement I memorize how her warm folds feel as she shudders and whines.

Her eyes almost look like they’re tugging themselves shut but can’t quite manage it. They’re open only for me to gaze in and dream of swimming through their depths. My thoughts are never this poetic when we’re not fucking. When we are, I can’t think any other way.

Quivering fingers move from my thigh to my pussy, and I cry out as they curl inside of me and start thrusting in rhythm with her harsh breathing. Its savageness makes me burn hotter as I grind my whole body into my fingers to push them harder inside her. Her cry tells me just how deep she feels it and my fingers soak in the rewards of their continued vigor. A third joins them as my hips start to quiver.

Her fingertips start to heat up, feeling like electricity and a warm breeze rolled into one, and my eyes melt shut as I buck into her hand. The sensation spirals through my body, tugging my nipples against her breasts.

When she heats up like this, it’s like her body is a magnet and I’m made of metal. Funny how true that can be sometimes, but right now I’m just flesh and sex. I whimper her name with each thrust and try to match them with my own. I’m in better shape, more toned and tight, but she’s got fingers that were born for grace and music. I can last longer, but she makes it so hard.

Her cry almost feels better than her fingers. She feels more than the pleasure. She feels me. I nibble the place where her neck meets her body through the moans her fingers push out of me, curling my fingers more tightly inside her.

Her heat sizzles hotter, but she tempers it, restrains it, so it won’t burn me away. She’s done it before and I love it, but this isn’t one of those times when we can afford the extra risk. If it were, my fingers would be sizzling just like hers. My nipples shudder as her heat tugs them harder, and I latch on to the other side of her neck. I find her clit with my thumb, moving my fingers faster, rougher, firmer. I can’t be as graceful as she can, but I can make her savor every touch.

Our thighs are shaking harder by the second, and I want it to last forever even if that’s impossible. Her moans are too loud. Mine match, muffled in her flesh or not. My thighs clench harder around her hand as hers clench tighter around mine. I love it when we match each other’s movements. Something about it makes what should be wrong about this so much hotter.

Every barrier put in place to lengthen our pleasure melts away as we soak each other’s hands, and our screams must be near the frequency that breaks glass.

Our silence is even louder.

Slowly, our fingers that aren’t pruned move along each other’s bodies until they meet and lace before squeezing tenderly close. My lips kiss their way to hers as I savor the exhausted clenching of her other lips around my fingers. I love her so much. She’s always been in my life, and I never want that to change. I never want us to change. She was my first kiss, my first fuck, and I want her to be my lasts, too. It’s probably impossible, but that doesn’t make me crave it any less.

“We need to shower, or you’ll be late to work and I’ll be late to choir. This was risky enough with Sarah out on a day patrol . . . she could come back at any time . . .” Her voice makes me smile, even if her words make me sigh and fold up inside. “Hey, they’ll be gone tonight, we can cuddle more then.”

“Promise? If I’m looking forward to that all shift and you end up going out with your friends after choir I’ll be upset.” The look in her eyes screams that she knows she could get away with murder. She could go out with her friends and stay gone for a week, and I’d still be overjoyed to have her back. She would never do that, but I would roll over for her like always if she did.

At least tonight isn’t one of my special nights with Mom. I love her training, but I love cuddling more. At least I love cuddling more when it’s with my favorite cuddle partner. She’s so soft . . .

She laughs her musical laugh, the one that almost sounds as if it’s set to a tune she could make me hear if she willed it hard enough, and her lips press to mine one last time before she starts to pull away. “I promise. Besides, it’s a big day tomorrow and I don’t want to be out all night. I’d much rather spend the night in here with you.”

“Hooray! My shift is going to feel like it’s taking forever, but it’ll be worth it. Plus, I love watching you all wet and soapy.” I grin, and she grins back. “Too bad we can’t have a quickie in the shower.”

I blow her a kiss with my wet fingers before starting to suckle them dry. Her pussy tastes so good a shudder rocks down my spine. No one could ever taste as good as her. I don’t need to test that to know it’s true. Some things you just know deep inside your heart.

I guess my earlier thought was wrong—I’m only poetic when it’s about her. Nothing else makes me open up like she does. With her, it’s okay for me to be me. I have to hold something back with everyone else.

Only she knows everything.

“Come on, Aurora! I’m not kidding—I really don’t want to be caught with my pants down if Sarah gets home. At least Valerie has a normal job that, if anything, will give her more hours than less . . . Sometimes I think you just like the thrill of getting caught.” She’s already halfway to the bathroom, and I rush to catch up. I can only imagine how Sarah would react.

“I know, Sylvia. I know. Trust me, the last thing I want is that.” I don’t tell her the thrill isn’t nearly as amazing as just being with her. Sometimes I think if she knew how much I felt for her, she’d be afraid. I don’t want to lose her.

We slide into the steam of the shower to wash away the evidence of our forbidden lust. Our love is encouraged, but our lust would not be. It’s too cruel.

It makes me wish I were as simple as most people think I am. This is one secret I keep even from Sylvia, so I guess that thought was wrong too. There’s so much wrong. I’d love it if more things were right.

Our eyes lock through the steam, and I let myself enjoy the glistening of her silver-and-amethyst swirled eyes. Her irises are like twin yin yangs without the little dots. They used to be brown like mine, like our mother’s, before she grew into her gift. Her long, elegant hair is much the same, silver and amethyst weaved together in the most beautiful way anyone could imagine.

“I love you, sis.”

“I love you, too.”