Becoming His Sex Slave (Taboo Sex/Mind Control Erotica) Read Online Free PDF

me through all three of the courses that Dad had prepared.
    I was a tiny bit disappointed when Michael said that he wanted to sleep by himself tonight - most nights, he likes me cuddled up next to him, wearing whatever underwear he's picked out for me. I guess it wasn't too bad though - it meant that I could play with myself again before going to bed. That would have really shown him how fucked-up I was, if he'd caught me cumming next to him for my own pleasure, instead of just to turn him on.
    The next morning, as usual, I raced Mom in to give Michael a wake-up blow-job. Most mornings, she gets up before me, but when I'm sleeping in the same room as my brother, I obviously have the advantage. We got there at exactly the same moment this time, which of course meant a double blow-job.
    Like Pandora's box, once the idea was in my head, I couldn't get it out. Suddenly I became aware that performing my normal sisterly duties...was kind of hot. Blowing my brother, dressed in sexy underwear, sharing his cock with another woman...I couldn't stop thinking about how sexy the idea was. This was the sort of thing that guys watched in porn films, and here I was, right in the middle of it.
    I made sure not to let my thought process show, of course. I'd hate for Mom to ban me from doing this. It would be totally unfair for her to take on the full responsibility of tending to Michael's needs - I mean, what if he suddenly got the urge to get off in the middle of school? It's an easy matter for me to slip out of class and meet him in the bathroom...Mom would have to drive across town.
    No, the best course of action was obviously to pretend that everything was normal. As my tongue intertwined with Mom's around Michael's cock, I tried to hide the look of lust in my eyes, and act as if my pussy wasn't on fire. Fortunately, Michael says that he can't get off unless we're pretending to enjoy ourselves, so it was pretty easy to replace my normally-fake moans with real ones.
    Mom is actually really great at pretending to be turned on - when I glanced down at her panties, I saw that she'd even managed to get her panties a little bit wet, like she was horny for real. I sure hope no one looked at my underwear, because I can tell you - they were soaked!
    It wasn't soon until Michael came - whenever he gets a double blow-job he likes to cum on our faces. He asked me to stay behind, while Mom went and woke Dad up so he could start preparing breakfast...if I wasn't so dedicated to servicing my brother's needs, I would have been annoyed. I just wanted to go back to my room and get myself off!
    "Ellie," he said, after running his fingers up and down my spine for a few minutes. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
    "No..." I replied, probably too quickly. "Why? What's up?"
    "I dunno...something just seemed... different , today."
    I don't know if he noticed my eyes widen with panic, but I'm pretty good at thinking on my feet, and my voice was steady when I replied a few seconds later.
    "Yeah," I lied, "I went online and found some new techniques. I know how important it is that things are always amazing for you, and I don't want you to get bored."
    Michael seemed genuinely touched when he replied, and as he leaned forward to kiss me on the lips, I cursed my body for reacting so strongly. I just wanted to wrap my arms around him and make out, beg him to use my body however he liked. But I know my place, and I simply returned his passionate kiss with the appropriate level of gusto, mentally storing the image away for later, when I knew I'd be rubbing my clit and moaning Michael's name.
    With a spank on the ass, he dismissed me - just as I was leaving the room, he added one last comment.
    "You know, sis...I really appreciate all your hard work. It's really sexy, having my sister make sure that I'm taken care of."
    "Thanks," I said, and there was an extra wiggle in my behind as I left his room that day.
    Annoyingly, I didn't even get the few minutes that I