Step-By-Step: Forbidden Taboo Box Set (17 page)

My brother is the man of my dreams. I know he is. Daddy made me understand that, too.

Daddy had to fuck this understanding into me, of course. He made me love every second of it. And I did.

He even made me love that he had made me love it. Isn’t that so fucking hot? To be changed so completely, and just love that the change occurred—to love even that the love is manufactured? I don’t see the difference, myself. A manufactured love is one that I know is perfect for me—because it was crafted just for me by my perfect Daddy.

There’s nothing hotter to me than the fact that all my wants, all my desires are manufactured for me, and I need to let Chris know that.

Chris is in the study next to the entry, casually looking at a few books on the bookshelf right next to the doorway. His bag is at his feet, oblong and stuffed full.

“Hi Chris!” I chirp again, strutting down the stairs and onto the entryway. “You look
so
good.”

He looks somewhat stunned at my hot, tantalizingly clothed appearance. Good. I lean in for a hug, crushing my sexy big tits against his chest. For several seconds I nuzzle my nose into his neck, breathing hotly. His hands hang out awkwardly to the side, floating around my gorgeous teen bod.

He’s a lean young man, almost skinny, and sort of tall. He has a mess of dark hair that circles down around his eyes and large hands. I want those hands on my throat as his cock fills me up beyond all comprehension.

Chris has never had a girlfriend. In fact, I don’t even remember seeing him talk to girls at all, back when we used to go to school together. I remember a lot of mean pranks, as a matter of fact, some of them performed by me.

I don’t understand all that, now. He’s so hunky and cool. Everything he says and does is completely fascinating.

Still breathing hard, I move my mouth up to his ear, resisting the urge to lick and bite it.

“I’ve
missed
you, big brother. I’ve missed you
so much
.”

He pulls away just as the need to lick his ear almost overwhelms my self-control. I mean, Daddy didn’t explicitly say not to lick his ear, after all. Just to take it a little slow.

“I’ve…I’ve missed you too, Constance.”

He lets out a breath, staring my up and down. I pose for him, putting one leg forward, sliding a hand over the polished half-globes of titflesh that I have so proudly on display. His constant blushing is quite cute, actually.

Chris has been my stepbrother for the longest time. Over ten years, I think. I’ve seen him giving me glances after I matured totally—because what guy
wouldn’t
want to fuck the shit out of a hot babe like me? Of course, until today, I’ve treated him sort of shittily. Handing down mean remarks about his skinny frame, or about all the nerdy geeky stuff he does with computers. Lots of comments about how he probably only fucked computers.

That wasn’t very good of me. I have to make up for it.

“So you must have like…a date tonight?” he asks.

I giggle. Biting my lip, I stare nothing but heat at him.

“In a manner of speaking. I’ve been waiting
all day
just needing this really, really special stud to come home to me.”

“Oh. Someone…someone is coming over? Should I take off for a while and let you…whatever?”

I bat at his chest playfully. “No, silly. You. You're my date.”

“You put that on…for me?” His face speaks disbelief.

“Of course I did. I need you to feel special, Chris. You’re so very special. You deserve to feel like the man of the house. Daddy says that’s what you are now, so I ought to treat you like that.”

“I don’t…I don’t know that I follow you, Constance.”

I giggle again, stepping closer. I take one of his strong hands in mine. They’re so big and large next to my dainty little palms and fingers.

“Oh, that’s all right. You don’t have to follow me at all. In fact, I’m the one who wants to follow you, silly.”

Licking my lips, I move one high-heeled foot forward, sliding it up his leg.

“What the hell?”

He steps backward, shaking his head.

“What the hell are you doing, Constance? Why are you dressed like such a slut? And why are you…why are you coming on to me? I mean, goddamn Constance. Put some clothes on, huh?”

I shake my pretty head, pouting. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Chris.”

“I mean you’re all dressed like a whore, to be frank. It’s…it’s off-putting. Don’t do it.”

With another smile and a giggle, I drop to my knees in front of him. He’s right in front of the bookshelf now, unable to back up anymore. Intense, devastating longing fills my face as I stare at his crotch and then up at him, my fingers floating up to his thighs.

“Are you sure you don’t like it?”

I place my dainty hand on his crotch, feeling there. There’s activity…but not much. He still is trying to squirm away.

“Are you sure you don’t like the thought of you…and me…all alone all weekend, with me begging for you to fuck my hot teenager face just like you’ve been born to do?”

“Constance…Constance, holy god Constance…”

My fingers slide to his zipper, beginning to pull it down. I stop for just one moment, relishing the moment—a mistake. He takes advantage of my hesitation and slips away.

“You’re fucking crazy!”

He storms upstairs, going directly to his room and shutting the door. He leaves his bag behind.

I hope he starts jerking off. I hope he jerks off thinking about my socks, thinking about my sexy socked legs sliding around his, needing him, pulling him close. I hope my brother strokes his cock thinking about his hot little sister, needing him, begging him to unleash his hot perfect cock on her.

But, I have no way of knowing what he’s jerking off to, or even if he’s jerking off at all.

How disappointing.

Daddy will be very displeased if I don’t show Chris how he’s the real man of the house now. And I can do many things in this house, but displeasing Daddy is not one of them. I’d rather die.

So, the direct approach wasn’t working. Luckily Daddy left me with an alternative.

I strut back upstairs to my room and grab my special crystal out from the drawer in my room. It’s so wonderful. It’s sparkly and violet, about the size of a thumb. For a moment I just watch its perfect sparkles and vibrations, loving the sight of it.

Its power doesn’t affect the person who picks it up, of course. No one would ever get anything done with it if that were the case. Daddy explained all about how it works to me.

Daddy didn’t need the crystal anymore. He had hypnotized Mommy, the twenty-three year-old twin Latino sisters next door, and the beautiful Asian housekeeper of the millionaires down the street (after taking three-quarters of the millionaires' fortune, of course). For the rest of his life, he’ll be adored by gorgeous hot babes and do it all in perfect luxury, just like he deserves.

I stroll over to the door of Chris’s room down the hall, wearing the crystal like a pendant with it dangling in my cleavage.

For a few minutes, he ignores my insistent, rhythmic knocking.

Then, apparently, he has enough.

“Knock it off, will you?” he shouts through the door. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

“So am I!” I enthuse. “I’d like concentrate on a conversation with you.”

“I don’t care! You’ll probably try and…I don’t know, be weird again. It’s not cool, Constance.”

I stroke the door, kissing it just slightly. I want the heat of my need pressing in on him in every way.

“Please come out, Chris. Or let me come in. Let me apologize.”

“You can apologize from there.”

“Not properly though. I want to look you in the eyes so you know I mean it. Please?”

I hear a heavy sigh, and then he opens up the door.

“Hi handsome,” I giggle, making my breasts bounce.

He almost starts to roll his eyes and close the door again, frustrated with my obvious come-on, but the bounce of my breasts draws his eyes to my fingers, which are twirled around the sexy little pendant I wear.

“What’s that…what’s that in your…in your cleavage…?”

“I found this in Dad’s stuff. Cool, huh?”

His gaze begins to glaze. His jaw goes slack.

“Cool…huh?” He echoes dumbly.

“It’s like, so cool. You can’t stop staring at it.”

“Can’t stop staring.”

His hands slip off the door. I giggle and let myself into his room completely.

“You love the crystal in my cleavage.”

“Love the crystal. Your cleavage.”

His eyes have a distinct shininess to them—it's more than just the reflection of the crystal. It's like the crystal is
in
his eyes somehow, even though it's still right there in between my perfect young tits.

“You love my cleavage.”

“Love your cleavage.”

“You
love
the way I look today.”

“Love the way you look today.”

Giggling, I move even closer and unzip his pants. They come down easily.

“You know you deserve to be surrounded by hot women, all the time.”

“I deserve hot women, all the time. Surrounded.”

His cock is beautiful and huge. I love it. Daddy told me to love his cock. So, of course, I do. Happily, I start to stroke it.

“You deserve to have me looking hot for you.”

“Deserve...unh...to have you looking hot for me.”

His breaths become hot and torn as I stroke him. He doesn't watch my sexy hand around his big beautiful dick—he's focused entirely on the crystal.

“You deserve a hottie sister.”

“D-deserve a hottie sister.”

I stroke his cock in perfect rhythm with my words and his. It’s slick with precum now, and soooo hard just for me. Big sexy veins bulge along its meaty, thick surface.

“You want to fuck hot women.”

“Want to fuck…unhh....fuck hot women…”

“You want to fuck
me
.”

“I w-want to fuck…want to f-fuck…”

I step closer, pushing his head down into my warm, hot cleavage. His eyes right on top of the crystal now. I can feel his mouth just outside of the fabric of my dress, moving up and down.

“You
want
to fuck your sister.”

“I want to
fuck
my s-sister.”

“You don’t care about whether it’s right or wrong.”

“D-don’t care about unhh...right…unh...wrong…”

“You just want to do it.”

“…want to do it…”

His voice becomes more distant even as his cock becomes harder. I stroke his big veiny rod even faster. He’s so big now. His brother cock is so perfect.

“You deserve me.”

“…d-deserve you.”

I can tell that's been ready to cum for a while now. But he can't—not without an explicit order. Of course, I'm going to let him very soon. I couldn't live without his cum.

“You deserve all the girls you want.”

“…deserve…all the girls…”

“You love to control hot babes.”

“L-love to control hot babes.”

“I’m a hot babe.”

“You’re…hot b-babe.”

His breaths are heavily labored—the crystal must be most of his mindspace now. That's so hot.

“You can control hot babes with hypnotism.”

“Control…with hypnotism.”

“You can hypnotize babes with this crystal.”

“Hypnotize…with the crystal.”

It just makes so much sense for him to hypnotize babes. I want it to make
so
much sense to him to do this. I need him to know this, forever.

“You’ll hypnotize me all the time.”

“Hypnotize you…all the time.”

“You’ll own me. All of me.”

“Own you. All of you.”

“You
deserve
to own me and anyone else you want.”

“Deserve to own you…anyone else I want.”

I can't hold back my need anymore. I need him to spill inside of me. He's so ready to blow, and I'm so ready to suck.

“Cum for me, big brother. Cum when you feel my lips wrap around your cock. The second my mouth touches your shaft. Okay?”

“Yess…”

I kneel down beneath him and wrap my lips around his cock. Just as commanded, he cums the second I touch his perfect meat. His hot, heavy load of perfect brothercum shoots down my throat, spraying all over my mouth and pushing sweet, perfect warmth down my throat and tummy. He tastes so fucking good. I love it. I love my brother's cum inside me.

I stand back up after cleaning him dutifully, and put the crystal in his hands. I make sure to close his hand before I let go, not wanting to accidentally let myself be tranced by the trancee.