Step-By-Step: Forbidden Taboo Box Set (18 page)

After several moments of standing still and wavering, he seems to snap out of the trance, his eyes regaining some semblance of consciousness. Is that what’s it like for me?

Mmph. I wish I had a video of him. Of me. Hypnotism is so fucking hot. I wish I could videotape Chris hypnotizing my fragile little girly mind and then watch it with him later on, stroking him off and thanking him for enslaving me so totally. Wouldn’t that be perfect?

“What’s…what’s…” Chris shakes his head. “Did you just suck me off?”

Nodding happily, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. “Yes, Sir.”

He takes a moment to think about that.

“Good,” he says finally. “I deserve that. I deserve you sucking my cock.”

“You totally do, Sir. Would you like me to do it again?”

“Yeah, I…hold on.”

He opens up his hand, seeing the crystal inside.

“I…I know this…somehow…”

“It’s the hypnosis crystal,” I say. “You use it to control me.”

“I do?” He struggles for a moment. “I do love to hypnotize hot women…and you are a hot woman…and I totally deserve to have you serving me any way I like.”

Each word comes out feeling a little foreign, but I can tell he enjoys saying each phrase, enjoys meaning it.

“I agree completely.” I giggle happily. “Why don’t you try it and find out?”

“Suck me off for a minute, let me think.”

I do so, kneeling down and sliding my lips back around his perfect cock. My young teenage pussy is so amazingly sopping wet just from following orders.

“I remember now. You hypnotized me.”

I moan happily, so agreeable. He moves a hand through my perfectly straight blond hair. His face becomes very relaxed...and then very agitated.

“You have to understand, sis. I want to fuck you. I’ve always wanted to fuck you, even before you hypnotized me. It was never a matter of not wanting to fuck you. It was a matter of being a little afraid…”

I slide my mouth off his cock. “A-afraid, Sir?”

“Afraid that I would take it too far. You were a total cunt to me in high school, Constance. You made fun of me every day. You went out of your way to make sure I never got a girlfriend. And I was afraid that if I fucked you, I’d choke you and fuck your mouth so hard that you wouldn’t be able to go out in public for a week.”

My pussy starts to get even more dripping wet. A puddle begins to form on the carpet below me.

“Do it,” I urge him. “Do it Sir, please? Teach me my fucking lesson. Teach me how to be your
proper
slut. Make me
pay
for making fun of you.”

I slide up on the nearby bed, facing up, and tilt my head back toward him. “You can fuck my mouth just like this, Sir. You can fuck my throat, choke me, slap me, anything you like. Please?”

His enormous hardness moves over my face…and then he pulls out the crystal. My entire vision is taken up by the strength and size of his perfect cock,

“I’ve never…never been with a girl, Constance. Is that okay?”

“Is that okay?” I echo.

He shudders, stroking his cock over my face. My lack of will, of decision-making power, is absolute. The crystal owns me. He owns me.

“It’s okay,” he said.

“It’s okay.” Her voice was so reassuring.

“You think that’s hot.”

“I think it’s hot.”

God, it was
so
hot that he had never been with anyone else. I was so lucky to be with someone like that!

“You’re really happy I’m a virgin.”

“I’m really happy you’re a virgin.”

Virgins are great! There’s so much to teach! So much to do! Everything would be heavenly for him! What could be better?

“You always wanted to be my first.”

“I
always
wanted to be your
first
.”

Oh yes, I did! That's why I never wanted him to have a girlfriend! I wanted to be his very first girl.

“Other guys were just practice.”

“Other guys…just
practice.
”

“You don’t care about...about Dad.”

“Don’t care about him.”

Why would I care about Dad? Who cared about him? I needed my
Brother
.

“You only want me.”

“
Only
want you.”

“You only want my brothercock.”

“
Only
w-want your brothercock.”

My tongue slides upward and gives it a little lick. It's everything I've ever wanted.

“You love it when I choke you.”

He wrapped a hand around my neck. I cum, instantly. My body thrashes, my mouth coming up to kiss and slide around his cock for several moments. . That’s what love is.

“I-I
love
it when you c-ch-choke me.”

“You know I’d never hurt you…more than you wanted.”

“I know you’d never hurt m-me more than I w-wanted.”

“You like it if I slap you a bit.”

“I’d
love
it if you’d s-slap me a-a bit.”

Right away, he slaps me. I cum again, thrashing, breathing hard, licking his cock right above me. He slaps one more time, a little less playfully. It stings. I cum anyway—I
love
it when he slaps me!

“You know you deserve it.”

“I
know
I deserve it.”

With a groan, the crystal moves away and he shoves his big fat meat inside of my mouth. With everything he has, he fucks my gorgeous plump teenage mouth like it's a hot pussy. His hands clasp around my throat, using that grip to drive my helplessly obedient body into his crotch. I’m nothing but his total plaything. I love that he has such perfect control.

“This is for sophomore year,” he grunts, fucking me as hard as he possibly can. My mouth remains a perfect vacuum.

“And for junior year…”

His fucking
intensifies
. I can’t even believe it!

“…And for senior year…”

If he fucked me any harder, he’d probably start leaving bruises. I would love it if he did. But instead he cums explosively, his seed piling down my throat, and then he pulls out and sprays all over my face.

“Thank you Master,” I gasp out, my voice somewhat raspy. “Thank you!”

“I’m not done with you,” he says.

“That’s wonderful, Master,” I sigh dreamily.

Such stamina!

Flipping me over onto all fours, he slides his semi-hard cock into my soaking wet pussy. Inside its hot, tight warmth, he gets fully hard again almost immediately…and especially so when his hand finds its way around my throat again.

My Master just loves to choke me, to show me how he owns me so completely. That's wonderful. I want him to revel in his ownership of me.

“You cum for me, you fucking sister slave,” he commands me. “You cum at each and every stroke.”

He thrusts his hot, perfect hardness inside of me. I cum instantly, of course, following orders. A low, hot squeal exits my mouth, my mind overtaken by hot wonderful bliss. His big brother cock is so very wonderfully good. It fits in my special sister cunt so perfectly. I’ve never felt anything so hard and full in my life. I wish I could hold the fullness of him inside of me forever. With a raunchy moan, he begins to pump in my cunt with hot rhythm.

I cum with each and every stroke. I can’t help it. His cock pushes so hard against my clit, and he ordered me to cum for him, besides!

He pulls me backward with his grip on my throat—I’m soooo very flexible from my four hours of yoga a day—so that my face is right next to his. His free hand then comes around again with the crystal. I cum, thrashing in his grip, just from seeing it, just from his brother cock thrusting inside of me, and from knowing what he’s about to do. I love being hypnotized so much now.

Instantly upon seeing the crystal, I feel the ocean of his will surround me. I am nothing but his toy, his puppet; I am the reflection of his will in this world. That is all I long to be and want to be.

That feeling, combined with the constant orgasms provided from his cock sliding in and out of me, put me on another plane of existence. Every single thrust in my pussy feels like he is fucking reality itself, dominating it like he absolutely should. He deserves this. He
deserves
me.

“I’m the best you’ve ever had, sis.”

“The best I’ve ever had! You’re so fucking right! I love you!”

He fucks my pussy harder, wrapping his hand tight around my throat.

“I’m way better than anyone else.”

He so fucking is! It's getting harder and harder to breathe. I don't care.

“You’re way better than anyone else!”

“I’m better than him. You know who. Say it.”

“You’re better than Daddy!”

My voice is ragged, tiny. How could I possibly breath when there's so much pleasure pumping in my body? With his hand on my throat, I breath pleasure now.

“You don’t care about him anymore!”

“I don’t care about him at all!”

“You
only
care about what I want, and how to please me.”

“I
only
care about pleasing you!”

He erupts inside of me, squeezing me one last time around my throat. I love it. His precious hot, white brothercum fills up my cunt, and finally his grip releases a bit. I gasp in sweet air, my heart rate skyrocketing. Everything I am, my brother owns and possesses. He even owns my right to breathe. That's so delicious.

He slides off of me and then pulls me close, my head down next to his abs. On the floor, I can see the phone is blinking red. There’s a message.

In all the ruckus, we must not have heard it. I know part of my duties are looking after the house, so I pick up the phone and listen for a moment—and then a broad smile crosses my face. It's from my adoptive sister.

“Claudia is coming to town soon,” I giggle into my BrotherMaster’s ear.

“Oh yeah? Your sister, Claudia?”

“That’s right. I want to hypnotize her, Master. Then you’ll get to have us both, Sir. You’ll get to fuck us both as much as you want.”

One look at the grin on his face lets me know that for my Master, that would be the most perfect gift of all.

By Violet Williams

© Copyright 2011, Violet Williams, All Rights Reserved

I slid my seat back as I watched the Walsh Central football team storm down the field. When I slid my hand down the front of my pants, I didn't see any of them--I thought only of my brother.

I pulled my underwear to the side. "Jeff," I whispered. "Oh
,
Jef
f
."

Before you start thinking I'm some sort of a creeper, Jeff is technically my stepbrother. My mom shacked up with his dad five years ago. You'd never know we weren't related looking at us, though. We had identical blonde hair and deep blue eyes, and we were both athletes; he was a football star, and I played tennis.

I rammed my pointer finger in my hole and repositioned my leg, giving myself better access. What was it about my brother that got me hot? The taboo nature of it? The mischievous grin he always flashed when he knew he was being naughty? I wanted Jeff to be naughty with me so bad it hurt. So bad that I was waiting to pick him up from football practice, and couldn’t help but fondle myself as I watched him move.

Jeff was so agile; a natural. His body moved so fluidly, yet he had the force to plow through his teammates with ease. I wanted him to plow me, pull me close to him in the muscular arms that held the football. I wanted my brother to screw me until I couldn’t think (or walk) straight.

I was so wet for him. My fingers made squishy sounds as I pumped them in and out, my fingers buried past my silken hairs.  I’d never really thought of myself as a voyeur, but I burned for Jeff. 

I plunged my finger deeper as I watched him horse around with his friends. He had always sat at the top of the social pyramid, having his pick of any girl he wanted. Deep down, every time he brought home a Walsh skank, I secretly hoped they didn’t work out. I didn’t want to think about my brother screwing anyone but me.

My eyes fell to his crotch. How many times had I seen the curve of him beneath baggy basketball shorts and swim trunks? How many times had I conveniently kept watch at the bathroom door in hopes that I’d catch a glimpse of him as he wrapped his towel around his wet body?  In truth, I'd lost count of how many times I'd starved for him. I had it bad for Jeff, and I couldn’t help but wonder if somewhere beneath the annoying façade, he thought about me too.

The sun flooded my eyes and I squeezed them closed, getting lost in my thrusts. I dreamt that it was Jeff's fingers plunging in and out of me, his lips pressed so hard and hungry against my own.