Notes: MF, MD, incest, mind control. Excerpt from a commissioned story. If you'd like to commission a story e-mail me: msmyrrh@gmail.com
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Eric was grinding his way through that night’s homework when he heard his sister again. At first he was irritated, distracted from parsing biblical passages for his Bible as Literature class. Then, as the sounds grew louder and somehow oozier, he found his free hand cupping his balls and his hardening member.
What if, he thought, hardly daring to admit it to himself, what if the spell for equality has brought Ramona down to my level of intelligence, instead of raising mine to equal hers?
The thought was distressing for a moment but, ultimately, so fucking hot. He was a typical teenage boy, ruled by his hormones and only a little more stupid than average, according to the SATs. It was hard to imagine his sister that horny and nearly impossible to imagine her that stupid, considering she’d gotten the highest possible scores on the SAT. The idea he had ruined his sister’s future by casting a spell made his hard-on rigid to the point of being painful. Eric unzipped his jeans and stroked himself in time to his sister’s moans and groans. Soon enough, they were both coming hard, each in their own rooms, for entirely different reasons.
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Eric came straight home after school. He hadn’t slept well the night before, and couldn’t focus in class; his every thought was about Ramona and what he had done to her. Some of his fantasies were about casting another spell to undo the first one, but most of them were about taking advantage of her new state in some way, whether it was taunting her mercilessly about how stupid she was or making her beg him to fuck her, or both.
He heard her moans before he even opened the front door. He locked the door behind himself, though their parents weren’t due home for hours.
He found his sister on the couch, skirt up and panties around her ankles, masturbating. He circled the couch until he could see her snatch between her wide-open legs.
“Oh, Eric,” Ramona moaned, “I’m just so -- oh! -- oh! -- oh! Here it comes! -- Oh yeah! -- Oh yessss!” Eric couldn’t believe his eyes. His dick was instantly hard, but all he could do was watch as she came.
“Mmmm,” she breathed, resting a moment, “Much better. Now maybe I can focus on my programming homework.” Her whole demeanor, from the lack of embarrassment that he was there, watching, to the brisk and sensible mop-up of the wet spot with her undies, froze Eric with indecision. She was innocent and oversexed at the same time; it wasn’t like anything he’d seen in porn.
His hard-on did the thinking for him and he found himself saying, “Do you need any help with that?”
Ramona paused from pulling up her ruined undies and rolled her eyes.
“With what? Programming? Like you’d be any help.”
“No, I meant the orgasms.”
“The what?” she asked, snapping the elastic of her undies around her waist.
“You know, when you said ‘much better?’ That kind of big release that felt really good? That’s called an orgasm.”
Eric had her full attention, now.
“Really? That’s what it’s called?”
Eric nodded.
“Well,” she said, in a matter-of-fact voice, “looks like we’ve finally found something you know about and I don’t. What can you tell me about orgasms?” Eric looked at her with suspicion. He had expected more mocking. How could she not know about orgasms? In the face of abstinence-only education at their Christian school, hadn’t she done what he’d done: surfed the internet to learn about sex?
Ramona saw the way his eyes narrowed and she stepped back, said, “Eric, I’m serious. I really need your help. None of my study buddies would come home with me today because Brad told them I was a Jezebel! I need to get these crazy feelings,” she grabbed her hair at the roots with both hands and scrunched her face, “-- these cravings, really -- under control, but I need to do it without violating my purity promise. If you know about orgasms, maybe you know of a way to do that?” She let go of her hair and looked at him with puppy-dog eyes.
“Oh,” said Eric, believing her now, and ready to take advantage of her innocence, “I know all about that sort of thing. Let’s go up to my room and I’ll tell you about it.”
He let her go first up the stairs so he could admire her tight little ass. He was tempted to force himself on her but the real kind of revenge he wanted -- revenge for her contempt, her constant faux-mothering, her intelligence and her beauty -- would be best strung out, savored. He wasn’t sure he was up to the challenge of taking things slowly.
Once they were in his room and he’d locked the door, Eric said, “Why don’t you take off the rest of your clothes, Ramona, so I can teach you about your body.”
Ramona looked uncertain.
“Trust me, sis, I’m only doing this to help you.”
Ramona took off her undies and skirt, then her cotton, button-down top, then her bra. Eric couldn’t remember the last time he’d see her nude. Probably not since they were last in diapers, he thought, considering how conservative their parents were.
The view of his sister’s virginal flesh almost made him come in his pants. It took a few moment before he could speak.
“I’m sure you know that keeping your virginity means no penis in your vagina,” he said, “but there are so many other places a penis will fit and you should totally have fun with it.”
“Oh,” said Ramona, looking excited but worried, “Penises are,” she paused, bit her lip, looked at the floor, “I mean, they’re something I don’t know about.”
“It’s okay, sis,” Eric said, feeling a little sorry for her, “If you’re not ready for penises, there are always a boy’s fingers. They can make you feel really good. Even better than using your own fingers. That’s why it’s a bad idea to masturbate; you should have help instead of doing it all by yourself. But, really, God only cares about penis-in-vagina sex, otherwise He would have put hymens in every hole.”
“But I thought the whole point of a purity pledge was to promise to think and do things other than share my body with a man until I was married!” Ramona protested. Her eyes were wide with conflicted feelings.
“My understanding of it is that you can think about and do all these other things in order to keep from having penis-in-vagina sex until you’re married.”
Relief flooded Ramona’s face. She was already so horny again, even though she’d masturbated herself to orgasm mere minutes ago.
“Oh, Eric, thank you. I’ve felt a little bad about masturbating even though it’s made it easier to focus. I-- I want to do some of these other things. Can you show them to me?”
“Yeah. Get on my bed and I’ll show you what we can do with fingers.”
Ramona looked at Eric’s unkempt bed, then back at her brother.
“Can we, I mean, do you mind if we use my bed instead?”
“Of course we can, sis.”
She opened the door and walked out into the hall without bothering to put on clothes. Eric felt a moment of frisson at the possibility they might be caught together, even though it would still be another hour and a half or so before their parents got home from work.
Once in Ramona’s bedroom she lay on her back on her tidy, pink bedspread and waited, biting her lower lip, for Eric to teach her.
Eric sat on the edge of her bed and looked at her naked form for a minute. He was aching with need but he decided he’d at least respect her limits, even if he was willing to take advantage of the changes the spell had wrought in her.
Her skin was creamy white, almost flawless, with just the right amount of moles to add a little variety. She curved in all the right places, without being too skinny or too fat. Her ribs appeared and disappeared as she breathed. Her tiny, innie belly-button was adorable. Her nipples were small, hard, the areole sparsely fringed with pale, delicate hairs.
Eric started with those, rubbing one nipple with the lightest pressure, then the other, then gently pinching them. Each touch made Ramona moan and shift. Her hands twitched as they lay by her side.
“Ah,” she gasped, “Oh.”
“Sounds like you like that,” Eric said, putting his hands on his thighs.
“Oh, yes,” Ramona moaned, “Please don’t stop.” The way she shifted, restless on the bed, was so erotic.
“Maybe you could use your hands on me,” Eric suggested.
“Um,” Ramona said, her voice uncertain.
Eric traced a finger around the nipple closest to himself, then drew it down her tummy to rest slightly above her clit.
“I’m going to need some help, myself,” he said, “If I’m going to be able to focus on helping you. And then your hands will have something to do. Anyway, it would be bad if I had to masturbate, right?”
“Oh, okay.”
Eric stood, unzipped his jeans, and kicked them onto the floor. He sat back down next to his sister. Her eyes were scrunched closed.
“Are you afraid?” he asked.
She made a little whimpering noise and nodded.
He suppressed a laugh. This was the same young woman who had gone on for hours about how fascinating it had been to dissect a frog! He hadn’t realized part of the reason she’d been so virginal for so long was that she was afraid of cock. The realization that his would be the first she’d see and touch exponentially increased his excitement. He freed himself from his tighty-whiteys, the head bobbing a little in anticipation.
“It’s okay,” Eric said, “It’s just your brother’s penis.”
He took her hand and guided it to his dick. Her fingers were limp, passive. He traced her mons with his free hand while using the other to guide her fingertips up and down his shaft.
“Feel how soft the skin is?” he said, “There’s really nothing to be afraid of. Come on, spread your legs a little.”
Ramona shifted her feet, bent her knees so her thighs parted. Eric leaned forward a little to look at her pussy, pink and wet and needy. He traced around the entrance to her hole then up to rub her clit.
Her fingertips slid forward until she gripped him in her hand. She moaned, “Oh, oh my.”
“You like that?” Eric asked, still rubbing.
“Oh,” she breathed, clinging to his cock, “yes-- yes I do!”
“Feels better than doing it yourself, doesn’t it?” Eric asked. Now that she willingly gripped him, he pushed down on her hand, encouraging her to start moving it.
“It sure does, Eric. It really does!”
“It feels really good to have you touching me, too,” Eric said. He was so close to coming, simply by having his sister’s naked body next to him, by touching her and being touched by her.
“Do you want to come again?”
“What?”
“Come is another word for orgasm,” he said, “Do you want to?”
“Oh yes, please!” she shouted.
“Make me come first then,” he said.
“What?” Her eyes flew open and she stared at him.
“You’re already doing a good job of getting me close,” Eric said. He stopped rubbing her clit. Her hips squirmed, looking for the source of all that pleasure.
“I-- Oh Eric, do I have to?” She looked so needy, so out of control compared to the smart, capable sister he was used to. It made him want to hold her down and fuck her.
“Yes,” he said, “You help me come, save me from masturbating, and I’ll give you your own orgasm. That way we can both stay pure.”
She pouted and said, “Show me how, Eric. You know more about this than I do.”
Hearing her admission was such a turn on.
“Look at it,” he said, “Look at your hand on my penis.”
She raised her head a little to look.
“It’s so -- so big,” she breathed.
“See the drop of liquid at the top?” Eric asked, “That’s precum.” He guided her hand up so her fingertips swept it up. His cock jerked a little and more precum appeared. He used her fingers to collect it and spread it all over his shaft.
“You can use precum to lubricate the penis so your hand slides around better. You can get a good grip without rug burn.”
Ramona giggled at this. She let him guide her but soon was enthusiastic about it, giving him a hand job without his guidance. It felt like forever to Eric, but it was only a few strokes later and he was over the edge.
“Here it comes, sis,” he panted, his eyes closed, “I’m coming!”
His ejaculate flew into the air and landed on his sister’s stomach. She eyed it with suspicion but she was pleased she’d been able to make him orgasm. She had worried it would take a long time and that he wouldn’t return the favor, but, once he’d caught his breath, he did keep his promise. He licked his fingers and drew them gently over the lips of her pussy, down, then up, to rub her clit. He had never been with a real girl, but thought he’d seen enough porn to do okay.
The closer she got to orgasm, the faster he rubbed, spitting on his fingers when they got too dry, until, a few moments later, her soft moans turned into screams of pleasure and her hips bucked in the intensity of sensation.
“Oh! Eric, I love your fingers,” Ramona said, once her body felt calm and relaxed. “Thank you so much for saving me from the sin of masturbating.”
“No, thank you,” Eric said in a mock-chivalrous tone, making Ramona laugh.
“And now I can focus on my homework,” she said, the paused, biting her lip, before adding, “Eric, don’t tell anyone, but these classes are getting really hard.”
Eric felt a pang of guilt. It wasn’t her fault she was finding the classes difficult, and he wasn’t smart enough to figure out how to help her. There was the spell book but, after botching the first spell, he was afraid to even look at it. He’d hid it behind his bedside table.
“Your secret’s safe with me, sis,” he said.
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