The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

She acts like nothing happened. Our parents are excited for her. Soon she’ll be in New York and who knows when I’ll see her again. The hardest part is not saying anything during the long discussion of how she has to look out for herself and what the future will bring. It feels strange to be the quiet one.

“Well, I’m exhaust- wow it’s one a.m.? I’ve been up way too long, I think I’m going to crash.” Valerie usually can’t make it up past midnight, but this is a special occasion and caffeine is enough of an upper when you don’t drink it much. She used to drink coffee by the pot, but she stopped when Sarah noted that partially robotic or not, it wasn’t good for her heart.

That unplanned nap means I’m still wide awake. “Aww . . . Well it was fun celebrating. Is everyone else going to sleep?” I’m not sure if I hope they will or not.

“Tonight is my night off, and I think I’m going to savor it by getting some extra sleep. You shouldn’t stay up too late Aurora, tomorrow is your big day, the day the world gets to meet your metallic self. Best the first pictures that circulate in the underworld don’t have you with circles under your eyes!” Sarah hugs me as she moves back over to Valerie.

Sarah knows details like that aren’t visible through my metal, but it was still a sweet thing to say. My stomach doesn’t feel any less upset, either. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep tonight at all. “I’ll be sure to, Mom. You two get lots of extra good sleep. I’ll take your dishes back into the kitchen.”

Both of them stare at me as I silently take their plates and glasses to the kitchen. I’d do about anything to have a moment alone right now even if it means being domestic. Plus this way I don’t have to watch Sylvia getting her goodnight hugs from Sarah and Valerie. I want to be the one hugging her, cuddling her, kissing her, and so much more.

Hearing her sweet “I love you’s” is bad enough. I can’t get far enough away to avoid hearing those. Putting dishes in the dishwasher doesn’t take nearly as long as I want it to take and applying extra force without tipping everyone off to how upset I am is tricky. Breaking a glass is great for stress relief but neither mom really appreciates it. I only did it once, but I remember their reactions vividly enough.

At least it didn’t hurt my hand.

I don’t want to leave the kitchen. Sylvia is far too close. I don’t want to see her. Correction, I want to see her. I want to see her worse than I’ve ever wanted to see anything in my life. I want her too damned much and nothing she can say will make me feel better about this afternoon.

I swig what’s left of the soda straight from the bottle. It’s not elegant but I don’t care. There’s a piece of pizza left in the fridge, but I don’t feel like self-foodicating.

“Hey sis . . .” Sylvia stands in the doorway. It’s the only doorway. “We need to talk, but not here. Can we go for a drive? I want to apologize, to explain myself.”

“Why not just tell me here?” I resist the urge to bite my lip to restrain myself. “Huh?”

“Do you want our mothers to hear . . .?” Even her hushed whispers sound melodic. I hate her for it. I hate how beautiful her voice is. Even the cruelest things sound sweet.

Shaking my head with a sigh I walk up to her and look right into her eyes. “Fine. We can go on a drive, but if you try melting me again I won’t just struggle a little. That hurt, sis. That hurt a lot. I’ll grab my keys and we can go for a little ride.”

Gears start to turn in my head, gears that I really wish wouldn’t turn so well. Sylvia lets me past her and I grab my keys. This is either going to end with tears and well wishes, or very, very badly. My fingers are actually crossed for the tears, though the badly could be a lot more fun. Scratch that, the badly would be amazing.

She doesn’t start talking until the car starts moving, and I hope whatever she has to say doesn’t make me want to crash. “I’m sorry for what I did Aurora, I really am. I shouldn’t have done that to you. I really was just doing it at first to make sure I got your honest reaction and then I got carried away. I took it too far, just like we’ve always been told not to.”

“I don’t think anyone has to be told that mind fucking someone like that is wrong. I don’t think anyone has to tell you that you don’t just walk away from a lover—or a sister—when she’s asking you a question like that.” We’re going a little too fast but that’s nothing special. It never is when I’m driving.

A part of me wonders how easy it would be to crash in the most horrific way possible. I could never do it, but a spiteful part of me wants to keep it as a backup plan. That’s what I get for relying on my anger too much.

“No, you’re right, that was a bad way to put it. I’m sorry.” Sylvia’s voice trembles and I have to remember that I can’t protect her this time. It’s a bad habit that’s hard to break, but I can’t be the strong one for her when she’s sad because she hurt me. That would be a horrifically mixed signal. “When you said that I realized that I’d been avoiding realizing what leaving to pursue a singing career really means.”

It’s late. Not many people are out. Lucky for me, this means I can wait to slam the breaks at a red for dramatic effect. “Tell me, what does that mean, Sylvia? What does it mean for you?”

“Aurora, I’m trying really hard to be fair to you! This is me, Sylvia, remember? This is hard enough to say.” Whenever she says things like that it means she’s trying to think of what she actually wants to say. I taught her that trick. Sometimes she used to take too long to speak up because she wanted the most well thought out, rational answer possible and people thought it meant she didn’t have any answer at all. I would say it felt weird to be the younger sister helping out her older sister so much, but it went both ways. “This hurts me too. This hurts a lot.”

So many cruel things to say just beg a chance to spring free. None of them will help make this situation any better. Just thinking them makes me feel sick. Sadly it doesn’t do much to lessen their appeal. “I’m sorry you’re so hurt.”

Whenever I slip like that I want to go flying through a windshield. It makes me feel so young and stupid. Sarah used to tell me that she went through a period with a chip on her shoulder and was much the same. I hope I can find my way out of it, too.

Cold night air rushes in as Sylvia rolls down her window. I can feel the chill down to my bones. This is the kind of night where you pray for clouds. Even rain is warmer than this.

“I deserve that. I do. This is selfish, but it’s what I want. It’s what I need. If I don’t do this then I’ll hate myself forever. If I don’t do it because of you then I’ll loathe you even more.” She’s right. I wish she weren’t right. Shining, brilliant, beautiful as ever and she’s right as ever too. Taking a little longer sometimes does mean she comes up with better answers. “My dream is to sing. I want to sing to sold out venues so large I couldn’t see the nosebleeds with a spotlight to help. Our . . . our relationship isn’t really compatible with that dream.”

“Isn’t compatible?” I want to run away into that angry little place inside I’ve built up over the years, but I peeked out for too long and now the door is closed. “What do you mean?”

As soon as I’ve asked I know that I don’t want to know. I really, really don’t want to know. Every possible answer will hurt worse than I already do. “I can’t live that dream, not for very long anyway, if we stay together like we are. It’d just take one photograph of us cuddling a little too close, kissing just a little bit too passionately, and that’d be it. I can’t live that dream and be caught fucking my sister.”

I really shouldn’t have asked. This makes what she did this afternoon even worse. She wanted to do so much more than make me feel okay about being left behind. She wanted me to be okay with there being no more us.

If an actress can tongue-kiss her brother at an award ceremony, couldn’t we at least still be something?

“Sis you . . . You know I support your choice, you know that, but how- I mean you can’t just do this! We’ve been together for so long and now you just want to throw all of our time together away like it didn’t matter?! Besides, we’re only technically sisters anyway, we don’t even really share a mother—“ Even before I finish saying it I know how amazingly stupid that was.

“Sarah is my mother just as much as she’s yours! She has all of the memories that made her and her alternate self different . . . the same DNA . . . the same everything! And besides, do even that many people know my mother ever existed?!” Sylvia doesn’t get angry very often, and it’s not fun to be on the receiving end when she is. “You’re the one always telling me they’re the same person, and that it doesn’t matter that no one in the world besides criminals know my mother ever existed besides as a part of Sarah . . . You can’t change that when it stops being convenient. We can’t be together anymore Aurora. We always knew it wouldn’t be forever.”

We always said that, but neither of us meant it and her voice admits it. We always said it was just until we found someone else. We always said it was just for experimenting, but we’ve been together in at least a small way since we were twelve, if not longer. She can’t just . . .

I realize where I’ve been driving to and it makes me feel so conflicted. It would be so easy. “Sylvia . . . Please, think about this! We’ve hid it from our parents for years, don’t you think—“

“And I’m sick of hiding! I’m sick of having to pretend that I’m not in love! I’m sick of having to make up excuses to spend time with you . . . but there’s no way to change that, especially not now. We can’t tell them, and I’m not going to give up this chance . . . maybe you should pull over, I’ll just walk home.” We’re pretty far away from home, and I wouldn’t want her to walk.

Besides, we’ve finally arrived and my impulse control is shot.

We’re at the Midas equivalent of make out point, or whatever you’re supposed to call a place where you park your car and make far too much noise to get away with it anywhere else. Of course, being Midas, it’s not some hill overlooking the city. It’s a parking lot near a bunch of loud, annoying industrial buildings.

“Aurora, why did you drive . . . here? This isn’t the way we should end this. I want us to stay close. We’ll always be sisters, and I don’t want to ruin our relationship by doing something we’ll regret horribly later.” It’s really too late for that and I think Sylvia knows it. We’ll always be sisters, and if we ever talk after this we’ll always be close.

A metallic sheen of pale yellow-white melts over my body, and I look into Sylvia’s eyes. The only downside to this form, to being Electrum, is I don’t see colors the way they really look with my eyes like this. I can’t savor the exact hues and the gorgeous variation between the purple and the silver in her irises. Red and green, yellow and orange, blue and purple, they blur, but I can’t let that one detail ruin this. This might be the last time.

We’ve driven here before. Just once, when Sarah was on a stakeout across town and Valerie was out of town at a medical conference. We drove here and did such wonderful things. “I don’t want you to go. If I can’t stop you from going, I can at least have you one last time.”

Her eyes are so wide. I don’t know how long it’s been since we’ve done anything like this. I know I’ve never turned metal like this before in public, but tonight I just don’t feel any need to hold back.

Before she can reach to open the door I’m on top of her and pulling the lever to make her seat horizontal. “Sis—! Aurora, please sto-mmm!”

My firm metal lips press to hers and all of her words go away. They might be metal, but they’re still flesh too and they still melt into hers like they always do. I can still taste her. I can still feel her warm body struggling against mine. She tries to mist a little and I let every part of my body sizzle with the electric gift we share.

My current is nowhere near as strong as Sarah’s, and I would bet it’s probably not stronger than the combination of Sarah’s current and Valerie’s mist in Sylvia’s heat, but with so much of mine grinding and sizzling into her it doesn’t have to be. I grasp her wrists and pin them down to the seat as I force my current and my lips against hers.

She tries to pull away, but when I’m metal she may as well be laying still. Her whole body shudders and the feeling is wonderful. I’ve never used my current like this before, desperately forcing the silver energy into a woman to melt away every last bit of her will, and it makes this moment even more special than I could have imagined. Feeling her struggle turn weaker, melting into the shudders of her nerves coursing with pleasure is one of the most fulfilling sensations . . . ever.

She was my first kiss. Now she’s the first woman I’ve sizzled away with a kiss.

She only takes a moment to stop struggling entirely. Now she’s just moaning in bliss. Both of the women who raised me told me over and over again how wonderful it feels to surrender to the temptation to melt a woman away, and that it feels even better to experience the results of your efforts, but I never imagined how right they were.

Sylvia’s eyes hang open but hooded, shining brilliantly while looking glassy and lost in a world of dreams. “How do you feel, Sylvia?”

“Nnnn . . . Helpless- trapped.” Her voice quivers but it still has that edge of song. A siren that can melt away your will with both song and electric mist is a very tempting siren. That only makes her sexier. “Can’t get away . . . nnnn el-ec-trum . . .”

Holding her down makes me feel so alive. Her lightly shuddering body is so warm, and the sounds that gasp from her limp lips make my thighs clench hard. “What I want you to feel . . . is me.”

I kiss her again, forcing more of my current into her helpless body to feel her shake against me. My hands are shaking as they reach down and pull her loose blouse up past her bra. It’s easy to pull her bra up, and the reward of her breasts in my hands is more satisfying than it’s ever been before. Her pale skin is so soft and even though I’ve memorized how long it takes my fingertips to trace from the start of those perfect curves to her nipples, it has a whole new feeling now.

She moans into my mouth as my current sizzles over her nipples and I give them a slow tender twist. Her hips grind up against me and a shudder slides up my spine. I break the kiss to moan, pressing my forehead to hers. I have to see her eyes. My vision returns to normal as I draw the metal over my eyes back inside.

The normally crisp divides in her irises where purple turns to silver look smudged. Inside her eyes the usual brightness isn’t there, making her seem like someone really did turn out the lights . . . though really someone blew her fuses.

“Such beautiful eyes . . . You really are so beautiful, so gorgeous, so . . . special. You’re my sister and my lover . . . at least some part of you will always be both, even if after tonight I need to let you go . . . and let you hate me forever.” I pull the rest of my metal back inside so it’s safe to grind against her and moan at the feeling of her arching against me. “Sylvia, tell me you love me.”

“Love you . . .” Her voice is such a beautiful song, but it stings. It doesn’t sting nearly enough to kill my buzz. Only enough to know later my chest will ache like nothing else. All of her passion is gone like this.

My lips press against her ear before whispering in softly as with one hand I continue to knead her breast. I move the other to unzip her pants. “I love you too, I swear. Even if after tonight is over you decide you never want to see me again, I’ll love you, and it will never be any less sincere. This isn’t about one last fuck, it’s about having one last special night with you. If we can’t cuddle and cry about how much we’ll miss each other, then . . .”

Stupid words. She was the one who was likely to offer that if I hadn’t been a jerk. She knows it’s not just about- no. I’ve come this far. Her pants are already being tugged down to her knees. Her eyes are still empty and dull. This is about sex. This is about fucking my sister one last time and taking everything I can get before she leaves me behind.

“Don’t you hold back a single moan.” Her panties are already moist as my lips kiss their way down her neck. I skip over her shirt before kissing down to suckle on her neglected nipple, focusing on just how her body moves as my fingers ease under the waistband of her panties. Every touch makes her moan.

The familiar feeling of her flush lips is as soothing as it is arousing. I wrap my legs around one of hers before I start to tease along her slit with just the tip of my finger turned back to metal to make her feel more of that sweet spark. Having to touch someone to make them feel my current might normally be a disadvantage, but right now it’s another excuse to touch her.

When my metal touches her clit she screams so sharply her voice almost cracks.

Even fully clothed I’m getting close just grinding against her. There’s still passion in her moans, passion her body can’t forget even if her mind can. My whimpering mingles with her moans as I suckle on her nipple harder and harder, rubbing her clit quicker as her moans grow more desperate.

I need to own this moment, and owning this moment means owning her. I lean back up to her ear, using the momentum to grind harder. “Cum, now!” She gasps and a shudder rolls over her entire body as her lips part wide and she clenches so hard under my fingers. “Cum!” She shudders again even harder as her gasp mingles with a broken moan. My own gasp mingles with hers as I ruin the crotch of my jeans.

I can barely breathe. She’s breathing even quicker. Every breath makes her skin shudder and glisten perfectly in the dim light.

“Cum . . .” She screams again and I thrust my fingers inside her to feel that perfect clenching. “Cum . . .” She whimpers and her eyes roll up into her head as she clenches again. “Tell me you love me again, please . . .”

“I l-loooove y—“

“Cum.”

For a long time I just watch her breathe under the star-and-street-light. At first I try to control the way I’m feeling by focusing on things like the way her wet pussy shines or the way her violet-and-silver nipples stand out darkly against her pale flesh. Focusing on those details makes it easier not to feel anything, but it doesn’t last.

It only takes so long before I get sore from grinding against her leg.

A part of me starts considering questions to ask her. She already told me the answers, but maybe now they’d be different. Maybe I could try to make her stay. I know I could. Our moms would never check her mind.

But I’d always know, and that would kill me as much as it would kill her. “I’m going to drive you home now. Well first I’m going to try and make it look like you’re actually wearing your clothes, then I’m going to drive you home. I’m sorry. This is so fucked up. This is so . . . wrong. Did you enjoy it, Sylvia? Did you like it, at all?”

“Yessss . . .” Somehow that hurts even worse than if she’d said no. I adjust her clothing and pull her seat back up, then I turn the key and head back home. “Felt ssso good . . . love you . . .”

She’s fried out of her mind, or maybe fried too deeply into it.

The drive feels like it takes forever. “You know, I always felt like we were really, really close Sylvia. We grew up together. We slept together. We loved each other in every way two women can, but I don’t think we really understood each other until tonight. Maybe we just didn’t understand me. I didn’t know I could do that. You’re the first person I’ve ever done that to, Sylvia. Another first. Promise me you won’t let it keep you here and you won’t let the fact that it’s controlling you now affect how you react.”

“Promisssse . . .” Her voice is so compliant. Her voice is so . . . agreeable? Something about that makes me shudder in frustration.

Making sure the sister you just raped can still hate you is an oddly good feeling. Sister, half-sister, whatever. We’re getting closer. A part of me wants to help Sylvia inside and come clean to Sarah and Valerie, but not enough of me agrees. No, I think I’ve got something better in mind.

Just a few lights away now. I’m driving stupid again, way stupid. This late my headlights are almost alone and that’s not a good thing when you have a girl fucked out of her mind looking half dead and fully brain dead in the seat next to you. But a part of me likes that feeling of flirting with danger. A part of me wants to take another bullet just to feel the rush of survival. Living through something that should destroy you is far too good of a feeling.

We get home too quickly. I thought the way back would take longer. “Wait five minutes. No, no . . . wait ten. Wait ten minutes and then let yourself come out of the fuzz. I’m going to leave you here, but I’m going to take the keys and make sure you’re locked in. You’ll be safe. I just have something I need to do.”

“Oookay . . . ten minutes . . .” Sylvia smiles so dreamily as I pull the keys out of the ignition and chew on my lip. It’s still dark outside, but it feels like it should be dawn.

“I love you, Sylvia. I love you so fucking much. Guess it’s kinda funny I’m the one that turned out rotten when one of your moms almost shot a mind-frying laser at Earth and mine was the one that stopped her, huh?”

I lock the door, and I start to walk.