The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Somehow we ended up on the bed. I can only guess that she had her pets carry us. Neither of us were in any condition to move, even after I woke up so many hours later. My body was starting to dry on its own. A quick bit of magic and we would both be clean and ready for more, but Alana hadn’t bothered to cast it yet or direct me to do so.

She liked me dirty. It was like a neater hicky. A mark of just how much I was her helpless big sister.

Her slutty other half.

“Mmmm… You’re just as good as you were when I first wrapped you around my little finger. It was fun, you know. Being the unassuming little girl clinging to you as if you moved too fast I’d fall over. The way you coddled me always got me so wet. I always did my best to reward you with the best orgasms magic can give. Given how desperately you crawled back to me, even with that little bit of sass, I think that I succeeded more than I ever knew.” Alana nibbled along my ear. Her hands were already greedily lifting my breasts in her hands and squeezing. “This time you won’t run away. I won’t let you out of my sight.”

The way her hands squeeze my breasts reminds me of that first memory. Were her arms only around my waist because she couldn’t grasp any place more sexual without me openly rebelling? Instead she’d been so cute and sweet. I’d wanted to give her everything she wanted.

Something about taking by force what wass offered freely made me so confused. She’d spent so much effort to bend and twist me when if she’d only asked…

It wasn’t important, but my mind was as she said: wrapped around her finger. Anything important was too heavy to not fall from her finger. She twisted my nipple, and I screamed. That was about as complicated as I could get.

She kissed along my neck, giggling and laughing to herself. Of course, I joined her. It’s no fun to laugh alone when there are other people with you. It didn’t matter to me that I was laughing at my own expense. That didn’t filter in through the dense canopy of lustfuzz. All that mattered was that it made Alana laugh more. She always sounded so happy when she was laughing.

It made me think of her insisting we share the same ice cream cone, because we were twins. Every time our tongues met I shivered. She purred. Things like that are probably supposed to be warning signs.

She probably used each brush of her tongue to lick away at the parts of me that minded the thought of my adoring little sister adoring the glistening flesh of her twin’s pussy.

Hindsight is twenty-twenty.

Alana kissed my cheek and whispered against it so quiet even I could barely hear. “But more than that. I don’t want you to ever want to leave my side again. I want you to need me like you need air to breathe. We’re going to reshape the last bits of Bridgette that I never won over. Those parts of you that ran away? I still don’t understand them. Thankfully, I’m a sorceress! I don’t have to. I just have to think of something better to replace them with. And I think I’ve decided that making you feel honor bound to be your little sister’s protector for the rest of her life is just what you need…”

Finally, after so many years, Alana’s lips kissed mine. Identical lips melting together… I know why she loved it so much. It felt like kissing a mirror that could kiss back. It was all of the bliss of knowing what you wanted and getting it without even asking.

But just because something is transparent doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

Her magic teased at my lips, and mine was there to meet her. I don’t think she was ready for that. The way her eyes widened even as her lips pressed harder against mine certainly would support that conclusion. Her hand squeezed my breast harder as if it would somehow make my lips release her, but all that did was make my lips vibrate and tremble against hers. She rubbed against me, desperate to somehow use pleasure and her presence to win what her panic was rapidly losing.

It was cute, but to me she was always cute. Even when she was twisting my mind, she was cute. She was my little sister. Little sisters are always supposed to be cute, especially to their big sisters who love them so very much.

My magic poured its way inside of her like a waterfall pouring over a volcano. Her eyes widened, and then softened as they gained a glassy distant sheen. Just as she hadn’t encountered any of my defenses, I hadn’t found any of hers. The panic and shock had been too much. Any urge to resist my cute little twin sister had was much better spent reveling in the supple flesh of my breast.

Shisho’s gifts made it simple for her to float.

Alana’s gifts were of the mind.

As my magic rippled through the flesh of her brain and began to physically reshape the structure that created her mind, it occurred to me for the first time that maybe my gift was superior to my sister’s after all.

The wrinkles of her mind smoothed, uncoiled, and then twisted tighter in new shapes as my magic reshaped her body. Practicing this magic for twenty years without being noticed once had been difficult, but there were so many unsuspecting women who had volunteered all that they were. Especially once I learned how to reshape the part of the brain that controlled submission.

It isn’t a precise art, reshaping a brain. It isn’t like setting a bone or plastic surgery. You don’t make one brain look identical to the next. The part of the brain that makes us human is a fleshy amalgamation of associations. Just making the associations look the same as in another mind could make a woman incapable of breathing, much less obedience.

Instead I weaved my magic through my sister’s mind and found the parts of her brain that housed the things that I wanted. Sister. Obedience. New connections weaved them together. They were in many ways nearly identical to how they’d been before.

I found the pieces of her that she associated with being my eager little sister, and weaved them into what she considered her true self, and not the lie that she wore to masturbate. That had been her cruel disregard for her sister’s wishes. It had been a sexy fantasy to think that she could twist her sister into an obedient bed pet, but it wasn’t who she was. It wasn’t what she wanted from life.

At least… that’s what her brain would make her mind sure of by the time that I was done.

I would have loved to have heard her beg and plead, but the only place I’d felt safe to lace that magic through had been my lips, waiting for hers. It was a place where our bodies were the same. It was a place where we were connected in an intimate way that both of us were powerless to resist.

After she used my weaknesses against me it only seemed fair that she have the same experience.

Still, so close I could see the horror in her eyes dissolve into something different. At first disoriented confusion, then pleading regret. At last the only emotion I could see glistening behind her eyes was love, warmth, and desire. Her hand moved from my breast to my back, and grasped my ass to squeeze me closer.

I didn’t change how strongly her libido and her concept of me were bound together. Our brains were much the same in that regard. She’d made me want to always be at her side even before I’d knelt at her feet. I had no desire to lose a way we could be close.

I just twisted the parts of her that wanted to be in charge, until they wanted me instead. I bent and twisted her desire to whisper into my ear and change who I was with a desire to cuddle up to my arm and cutely plead in my ear when there was something she wanted. Something she needed. Anything that she wanted or needed. I was her sister. Her caretaker. Her lover.

There was no pleasure that I would wish to deny her, but it was only natural, only right for the older twin to look after her little sister. She always knew what was best. Those precious seconds between her birth and my own had clearly gifted me with the skills to be her keeper.

By the time that I was done her brain looked almost the same as it had before. The most precise imaging would find it difficult to see the microscopic differences between her physical self before and after, but she was different. She would never, could never be the same again. Only one woman that I’d ever met was so good at shaping flesh to her whims, and she wanted to keep her little sister just the way she was.

When I’d put the spell on my lips I’d debated making us again identical, but we were identical in all of the ways that mattered. We both needed each other. That was enough for me.

It might have been minutes or hours later when I broke the kiss. Without a second thought she kissed me again, and the sunshine that had melted me into a puddle of bliss slowly withdrew. The melted half formed parts of my psyche began to harden with her coaxing as her hands stroked along the full curves of my ass.

Looking like her fantasy again made me happy. I’d longed to be this again for so many years. It felt more like me than if I’d laced my lips with magic that would make her want her to put me back to the way I would have been without my magic.

I wanted my little sister to be happy. I’d always wanted that. It made me happy, too.

“Oh… Oh… Bridgette… I’m so, so sorry! I got carried away, that’s all! You looked so good like that—not that you don’t always look good—and I just couldn’t help myself. I had to make you my very own, even if that meant chipping away at you. I couldn’t leave you like that, though… Not forever. I love you too much.” She kissed me again, and again, and again. There wasn’t a place on my lips or my face or my neck that she didn’t lavish with quick, hard, desperate kisses. “Please forgive me, sis! I’ll do anything I can if you just forgive—”

“I forgive you, sweetheart. You know that I always do. You’re my cute little sister. You’re bound to make little mistakes like this sometimes. It was nothing that your big sister couldn’t solve. It just took… a little bit of doing.” I melted my lips into hers and moaned as she melted with me.

I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed the familiar shapes. It had been so long, and I ached to show my little sister how much I’d missed her. I ached to show her how much I loved her.

Needed her, even if it was her fault.

“Th-thank you sissster… Oooh I love that word so much. Please, sis… If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you. I want to be a good sister for you, and a good little sister lets her older twin tell her what she needs to do…” Her lips trembled as she spoke, and her confidently aroused expression had been replaced with the shy composure of a blushing virgin.

Her body was blushing in so many places besides just her face. I wanted to taste each of those places, one by one. “Why don’t you let your big sister make love to you? Just sit back… Nnnn I might be a bit slow to move—you did take a lot out of me… But I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“O-oh yes! My big sister knows… Mmmm my sister knows best…” As she spoke her eyes faintly glassed over, only to regain their sharpness as she crawled back to lay against the pillows. I considered loosening the restraints on her reshaped mind with time, but then remembered just how brutally she intended to shape me. Now, knowing my powers could reshape her brain itself, I couldn’t imagine her restraining herself from twisting that against me too. There’d be no way out.

I’d make her happy, happier than she’d ever been. That would have to count for something. If it didn’t, I’d need to do a little work between my ears to make it count for everything.

“You’re such a good, cute little sister. I’ll need to make you scream extra loud…” I hooded my eyes, and took my time kissing and nibbling over her neck as my hands again cupped and kneaded at the lovely flesh of her breasts. So soft, so perfect to rest lightly in my hands and be so fun to squeeze… even if I hadn’t been controlled into craving her more than anything else in my life I would have loved her breasts.

Alana moaned and arched into each touch with a sound that twists between a mewl and a groan. Each time she make that sound I shuddered and squeezed my legs together tighter. I’d need to feel her magic between my legs again so much sooner this time. I couldn’t wait another twenty years.

I probably couldn’t have waited another twenty minutes. Lost time to make up for. So much.

As much as I wanted to draw out making love to Alana it isn’t long before I was nibbling and kissing down to take as much of her breasts into my mouth as I could.

Her nipples were so adorably pink. I could never get enough of them, and her fingers in my hair held me at her chest for so long. It felt like an invitation to take my time doting on her breasts. Nipping and tugging her nipples with my teeth. Licking everywhere my tongue could reach. There wasn’t a thing my mouth did that didn’t make her shudder and make the most erotic sounds that I’d ever heard in my life.

The path from her chest to her thighs was slow. Her tight tummy begged for just as many kisses and nibbles as her breasts. She wasn’t athletic, but she was just svelte enough to make her body tight in a soft way that had little to yield but still would if pressed hard enough.

I savored tonguing her cute navel for longer than I should have with how much she giggled and whined. “L-l-loooower, please, sis… Th-that tickles!”

With a grin I teased my magic through her navel, and trailed new nerves from the cute small crevice just deep enough to hold the tip of my tongue, and the sensitive tip of her clit. With the same deftness, I traced new nerves through her breasts to twine through her nipples. This time when I wiggled my tongue her eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed louder than I’d ever heard her scream before.

So many years I’d been practicing shaping bodies, but it only took one moment of brilliance to repurpose my little sister’s cute little belly button into a pleasure button.

My fingers danced along her slit, and I almost came at the first squeeze of her soft slick insides. Her hands that had been trying to push my head away from her navel was now holding it there with all of the cute submissive intensity she could muster. Her hips were moving so fast to keep up with my fingers. It was beautiful, and everything I’d missed.

It would have been better with her magic between my legs of course, but I wanted this to be about me making her feel good. If she was going to be helplessly obeying my every whim, I decided that I had to start off by making that whim that she got doted on, too.

Otherwise I was sure we’d stay on this hidden bed with nothing but orgasmic shuddering for an eternity.

“S-sissss… I l-l-love you… Sooo much!” Alana screamed, and came, or came again as I finally withdrew from her navel to taste more of her irresistible nectar. Every taste of her echoed those words. They had been true before. She loved me. She always loved me. How she thought that she was showing it before I’ll never know. The thought of letting her remember that self as anything but a fantasy will probably never stop terrifying me.

“I love you too, Sis… Mmmm so, so much… More than I’ve ever loved any thing, or any one. The love I’ve got for you is one of a kind. And it always will be.”

After I was done cleaning her with my tongue, I kissed my way up her body and spent what felt like an hour just kissing her, and letting her kiss me back.

Her eyes sparkled in the most adorable way as she shyly licked the taste of her own sex from her lips. I’d never been happier to have a sister. I don’t think I’d ever been happier at all. Everything was finally going just the way I wanted it to.

In the corner, I could see Shisho hovering. Alana was facing away from her, and I didn’t let her notice. I just stroked her hair, held her, and whispered sweet things to make her giggle. Shisho wouldn’t want to interfere. She was here and visible because she knew that there was nothing her presence could change. What she’d seen had happened. I’d surrendered, and then took my sister in a more intense version of the way that she’d threatened to take me.

The truth of it is that I’m not entirely sure why or how I was able to break free from her long enough to run away. The years I had to think things over helped me solidify who I think of as “me”, but I don’t think that’s something Shisho knows either.

Something in her polite smile whispered “it is so” even though she didn’t say a word before she disappeared from sight to leave me with my adoring little sister. I’d see her again, and we’d discuss things more in depth. I shared my sister’s research. We chatted over how nice it was for me to be out of hiding.

All while Alana slept in my lap. Just like I told her, I’d never let her be alone again. She’s my little sister, my twin.

We’ll be together forever.