Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Note: This story contains themes of incest, mind control, magic, fantasy, and body modification. All characters in it are 18+.
I wrote this story for a competition on a mind control-themed erotic fiction website and figured I would post it here on Literotica as well. Enjoy!
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Aaron walked across the grounds of UVA, breathing in the warm heat of the late summer air. It was his first day of class as a freshman (or, as they called it at the University of Virginia, a first-year) and he was beyond excited to finally be a college student. He'd wanted to go to UVA for the beautiful architecture, the impressive theatre program, and the thriving Greek fraternity life.
But most of all, he just wanted to be near his big brother.
Aaron's brother James was everything to him. He had idolized his big brother ever since they were little kids. With a three-year age difference, Aaron saw his brother as the man he hoped to one day become.
But sadly, Aaron felt like he never really measured up to James. James had always been a natural athlete, playing football in high school and leading his team to a state championship his senior year.
Aaron had tried to audition for the football team, but at a measly 5'5" and only 130 pounds, he wasn't even fit to be a kicker. It seemed like James had gotten all of the HGH in the family, as he stood tall at 6'4" with 220 pounds of solid muscle.
Aaron wished he could be more like his brother. He had been working out for years and had been able to achieve a modest amount of muscle on his slender frame, but he was still nowhere near his brother's bulk.
And James wasn't just more talented in the athletics department, either. He prided himself on being not just another dumb jock, but someone who had actually earned his way into college fair and square. Things just came easy to a guy as smart as James. Aaron, on the other hand, had had to bust his ass for hours studying in order to get his grades high enough to get into a school like UVA.
The only thing they shared in common was the same sandy blond hair. And now, the same college.
Aaron hoped that his big brother would be able to show him around campus (or grounds, as they called it at UVA). Aaron was desperate to join a fraternity like James had. Greek life was huge at UVA, and if you weren't in a frat, what were you doing with your life?
James was in Alpha Sigma Phi, one of the coolest frats on grounds. Aaron had begged James all summer to invite him to their first party of the year, and after initially declining, James had finally acquiesced.
"Just promise you won't embarrass me," said James. "I've got a reputation to uphold, little bro. You can't be coming in acting all... fluttery and shit."
Aaron blushed. "I promise, I'll be cool," he said.
Aaron was thrilled to finally get a chance to visit a real frat just like his big brother, but James' comments gave him pause.
You see, Aaron had never told anyone that he was gay. He'd known it for years, but he hadn't yet developed the courage to tell another human being. He was hoping that college would give him the confidence to be himself.
He was also kind of hoping that James would be able to help him figure out how to tell people. James just always seemed so confident, Aaron was sure that he would be able to offer him all sorts of advice. There didn't seem to be anything that James couldn't do.
The night of the party, Aaron's stomach was in knots as he made his way down Rugby Road towards his brother's fraternity. He walked alongside his drunken classmates as they headed to one of the lesser frats down the road. His heart was racing as he knew he was getting access to one of the most exclusive parties on grounds.
Maybe there'd even be a cute frat boy or two who would look his way...
Aaron hardly dared to dream.
He approached the giant frat house, walking across the lawn and knocking on the giant door. He could hear the loud bass music pounding from inside.
The door opened to reveal a man in a polo shirt and khaki shorts, sweaty from the party. He was holding a red solo cup and staring at Aaron with a look of derision.
"Get lost, man, party's closed."
He went to close the door when Aaron grabbed it. "Wait! I'm Aaron, James' little brother."
The guy raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? I don't see the resemblance."
"Please, he told me I could come tonight. He should be waiting for me upstairs. He's in room 3, right?"
The guy stared at Aaron for a moment, then stepped aside.
"Come on in, I guess," he said.
"Thank you," said Aaron. "Do you know where my brother-"
The guy had already walked away, rejoining a group of frat bros doing a keg stand in the living room.
Aaron looked around the room for his brother, but he couldn't pick him out amongst the crowded room. He wandered into the kitchen and poured himself a drink from the bar to calm his nerves. There was a young couple making out in the corner, oblivious to the rest of the world.
Aaron watched them wistfully as he sipped his drink and sighed. He had never even kissed a boy before. Well, maybe tonight would finally be the night!
He smiled to himself. Wouldn't that be a fine way to come out to his brother?
He finished his drink, then decided to look around some more for James. He walked up the staircase, then started to head towards the end of the hall. He was looking for his brother's room, hoping that maybe James was pregaming there or something. He felt out of place in this big frat house without his brother by his side.
Finally, he spotted James' room at the end of the hall. He was about to knock when he realized it was slightly open.
"I'm telling you, James, your brother's a fag."
Aaron froze as he heard the words come through the door. Were they talking about him?
He peeked through the open door to see the guy in the polo shirt from earlier packing a joint in the corner. James was laying back against the bed, his arm around a slim redhead in a skintight dress.
"Whatever, man," said James.
"I'm serious," said polo shirt guy. "He was all, 'I'm Aaron and my brother's James and he SAID I could BE here!'"
He spoke in a whiny and mocking voice. It stung Aaron's ears to hear. He hadn't sounded like that, had he?
"Aww, don't be mean, Bradley," said the girl. She turned to James and kissed him on the lips. "I think it's cute that you're so close to your brother."
"We're not that close," said James.
"Careful," said Bradley, laughing. "Wouldn't wanna catch the gay and turn into a twink like your fag brother."
Aaron's face was bright red. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
"Okay, so maybe he's a bit of a fag," said James. "But he can't help it that I got all the cool genes and all he got were the gay genes."
Bradley laughed. He started to light the joint, breathing in the smoke and coughing.
James started to feel up the redhead girl on his bed as they began to make out.
Aaron's eyes welled up with tears. He felt numb, like he was no longer in his body. He turned away from the door and walked back down the hall like a zombie. He walked down the staircase, past the other drunken party guests and out the front door.
He didn't even register the cold night air on his skin as he walked back to his dorm. A pit began to form in his throat, causing hot tears to begin spilling out across his cheeks. He didn't even reach up to try to brush them away. He was still in shock as his brain tried to process what had happened.
How could his brother do that to him? He had always been his hero, his mentor, his knight in shining armor. James was his big brother, he was supposed to take care of him. But in this one moment, the one time that Aaron actually needed him to defend him, he wasn't there for him. In fact, he had added to the abuse.
Aaron had never felt so humiliated in his life. He walked into his dorm room, turned off the lights, and crawled into bed. It was only 10 pm, but he couldn't handle being around anyone right now.
He felt like he had just lost his best friend.
When Aaron woke up the next morning, he was a different person. His wide-eyed sense of optimism was gone. Without his big brother to look up to, college suddenly felt cold and hostile.
Aaron had planned to go check out some of the clubs that were canvassing the next morning on the lawn, but he found himself heading to the library instead. He didn't feel like being around people. Homework was the only thing he could handle right about now.
He sat at a desk and pulled out his computer, pulling up his homework assignment for his Medieval history class. He had to write a report on the fall of the Western Roman Empire. His syllabus gave a list of books he would need for reference, so he quickly wrote them down and then headed downstairs to look for them.
He found most of the books on the first and second basement floors of the library, but was having trouble finding the last one.
"Excuse me," he asked the librarian behind the desk. "Where can I find 'Crisis of the Third Century and the Sasanian Empire?'"
"Bottom floor," she said gruffly.
Aaron nodded. He walked over to the elevator and got in, pressing the button for the bottom floor. When the doors opened, he was surprised to see that the floor was almost entirely dark. The overhead lighting was flickering ominously, and the place seemed like it was deserted.
He stepped out, walking through the shelves as he looked for the call number for the book. He finally spotted it at a bookshelf near the end. He thumbed through the books, searching for the title when suddenly something caught his eye.
It was a heavy tome, made with thick, dusty leather and a gold embossed finish. He pried it out of the bottom shelf, heaving it up onto his knee with some considerable effort.
"Medieval Magic: A Brief History Of Witchcraft" read the title. Something about it intrigued Aaron. It was as if the book was letting off a soft hum, just barely audible. He cracked it open.
It opened automatically to a page in the middle. On the left-hand side of the book was a drawing of two men. One was a big, hulking, muscular man with chiseled features and a dashing smile. The other one was a puny, wisp of a man with a dazed look on his face.
The words Flectere Voluntatem Tuam were above the man's head. Underneath was a paragraph that read, "Medieval witches believed that their magic could bend reality to their will. With the recitation of a simple incantation, they could change the interior and exterior of a human being to be whatever they wanted it to be. Quite simply put, they could change reality."
Aaron's eyes shone as he read this. Could this be true? Surely this was just some ancient superstition.
But something in his heart knew that this spell would work. He spoke the incantation aloud, testing how the words felt in his mouth. He could feel the hair on his arms standing up, feel the fraught tension in the air. In his hands, he held the power to shape reality.
And he knew exactly what he would use it for.
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