The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“You let your hair grow out a little. It looks good on you.” I watch as Sylvia squeezes a dollop of shampoo into the palm of her hand. “It wouldn’t be you if it was any longer, but it looks good with a little length. It flutters more in the wind. It’s more fun to do this.” She teases her fingers between strands of my silver hair, wrapping her nebula down along the follicles. Her wet breasts pressing against my back reminds me of so many similar moments, so many showers, and so many nights curled so much closer than we should.

“Nnn . . . I didn’t notice . . . If you want, I’ll keep it this long . . . It’s finally long enough for me to wear it up sometimes . . .” Her joy twines with my mind, and the large smile that stretches from my lips is half hers. “Goddess, I missed this!”

Sylvia’s hips press against my back making it so I can feel her wet heat. Lips close around the tip of my ear, suckling, as her fingers rub harder along my scalp. “Me too, ’Rora . . . me too. You can feel how much I want you, can’t you?”

I nod frantically, rubbing into her fingers hard as I can. Desire, lust, passion . . . They burn through me, but without melting me away. Instead, I’m trapped in the moment as my legs tremble, my thighs slicken, and Sylvia’s lips feel like they would be put to much better use between my legs. She giggles and kisses down my neck, nipping between every kiss in a pattern that makes my vision blur.

“Your mind is fun to read. It’s so innocent but so raw. Too bad this is supposed to be a shower.” Sylvia laughs in my ear. It’s playful, but it still makes me whimper. “Just kidding. That’s what the ‘repeat’ step is for.”

She holds me under the water, tipping my head back, and I groan. Rebeca never did this – she always wanted to shower alone. Even if I didn’t love Sylvia with all of my heart, this would be so perfect.

“Still reading your mind . . . but I guess I can’t be too upset. After all, I know I’m the best you ever had.” My cheeks burn. She laughs a little more before nibbling along my ear, and I groan louder. “I love you too, Aurora . . .” She cups my breasts in her hands and holds them up to the water. Each drop of water conducts her power a little more, making my nipples feel trapped in the middle of an electrical storm.

My knees start to shake, and she holds me tighter. “Fuuuck! Sylvia!” My vision flashes a silver-violet, and my toes curl. My breasts have never been so sensitive before, but now I can’t stop screaming. The flesh of her hands feels good enough without the hot burning of her nebula. Her power makes it hard to stand, hard to think, but so easy to flow.

She moans into my ear, making me scream as I feel her power flowing out from her breasts and twining around my spine. She has me in ways no one ever will.

Her leg presses up between mine, rubbing against my wet pussy, and I scream as her passionate soul wraps around my clit. The world flashes purple and silver again, and I gasp as my sister makes me cum for the first time in over a year.

Aurora melts in my arms as she melts along my thigh. I rub my thumbs over her nipples to savor the added trembles through her body. “Missed making you cum, Aurora. I missed that so much. But now we really do need to wash up, or we’ll be too pruned.”

“Mmmm . . . Can you . . . take away my mind? Make me bathe you?” She tips her head back to look up at me, and I swear there’s a little silver in her cheeks. “I want to give myself to you. I want to just let you take over . . . Please. I mean, if it’s not too hard, if you want to, I . . . I don’t want to be demanding, please don’t think that, I just want to surren—”

“—Shhhh . . .” I press my fingertip to her lips, and silence her with a hard burst of my nebula. Her thoughts twinkle out like dying stars, bursting out of her in loud whimpers as her body sags. “Not too hard, especially when you’re still afterglowing. I think I could have just asked your thoughts to go away if I used a firm enough voice . . . but that reminds me too much of unpleasant things. I’d rather use my powers and make my little sister feel good. You will be cleaning me, though . . .”

She tries to mumble, but her lips are trying too hard to wrap around my finger to give the sounds she wants. It makes my heart flutter to feel her mind go silent. I can taste how much she wants to be mine. I can taste her devotion.

It’s embarrassing to think I never noticed it before. She was always the stronger one, even if I was the bigger one. I’d pinned her down plenty, but I could always feel how easily she could have flipped me like a pancake. Rubbing along her strong arms, feeling along her taut ass, I realize she never did.

I squirt a little more shampoo into my hand, wetting it , and massaging it into Aurora’s silver hair. It suits her. It shouldn’t make me tingle so much, but it does. We’re a little more connected. It’s a little more obvious we’re sisters. It feels good to have that so visible. I can feel the silver current, the silver ray of light shining through her, and it makes me shake. Her breasts are warm and heavy in my hands, familiar curves feeling rounder than I remember. She screams as her nipples twist, and I drink in her mindless pleasure second hand.

“You’ve only gotten sexier. You’ve only gotten warmer. Kiss me, Aurora. Kiss me so hard I forget there’s more to sex than just kissing.” Aurora turns, water shuddering off of her in rivulets as she leans up, pulling me down into her lips. They feel so soft, and they taste like blinding love.

My knees shudder, and I fall into her arms. She’s so strong. The only thing making her shudder is the pleasure she’s feeling. She’s only weak to my will.

The kiss ends, and somehow we’re curled up in the corner of the shower. I have no clue how we got there. Her eyes still look just as empty, and her mind feels empty of everything—everything but devotion. Loyalty. Her silver eyes glisten as I trail my fingers through her hair. I don’t think that will ever get old.

“Now there’s the matter of soap. If we keep doing this, the water is going to be ice cold. Soap me up, sis?” Her eyes flash a brilliant silver as she gets to work. Her mind is barely working enough for her thoughts to be sentence-fragment strong and still I can feel her love almost overwhelmingly strong.

I just have to force away the whisper asking ‘what comes next?’. Nikki and the band will be in town soon. Pamela is back in New York with enough programming in her head to keep her far away from me – but that could raise some questions. Aurora has friends that need her help. Our parents are both missing. Whatever comes next is not going to be fun.

Her face twitches, and the light in her eyes dims. “Sorry, sweetie. I forget the link can go both ways. Just try to relax, okay sweetie? No matter what comes next, we’ll face it together. I promise.” Her light returns, and I just relax into the suds she’s rubbing over my body. Its okay to feel content for now, even if it can’t last. It’s okay to want to stay in this shower with Aurora forever.

“Okay, that’s enough. Now just stay still, and let me help you get just as clean.” As I rub my soapy hands along her body I realize why someone might fund it hot to have her as their slave. Make her turn to metal, and have fun polishing a moaning statue. Maybe we can do that tomorrow.

Soon Aurora’s body is glistening brightly as her smile. I lose myself planting gentle kisses to her newly silver lips again and again, re-soaping her silver nipples for reasons much more fun than cleanliness. There’s something so naughty about it. It seems far too soon to wash her off, but the water is starting to sting. My fingers are going to be pruned for an hour but I don’t care. “Now wakey wakey, little ’Rora. Time for us to get out, and I remember the last time you tried to step out of the shower fuzzed . . . that was a really nasty dent in the tile.”

Silver fills her cheeks as her eyes flutter awake. “That was once . . . two years ago . . . Surprised mom believed our excuse. Was really, really glad . . .”

“Me too. But I think we can blame any damage we do on Quillspawn.” I kiss her again, holding the kiss for as long as it takes to turn off the shower. “But for now . . . dry me off so I can get dressed? We need to figure out what to do next, and uhm . . . we should probably do that clothed so I stop thinking how good your silver lips feel wrapped . . . places.”

Our cheeks share the same familiar blush. It feels like things haven’t changed at all.

Too bad this, here In the shower, is the only thing vaguely the same.