Hypnosluts: Brother Wants a Slave

Intended for adult audiences. All characters in this work are aged 18+ years.

A/N: While this is in the same universe as 'Daddy's Brainwashed Toy', it's not a sequel to that one. All stories in this series will be standalone tales. This is also my first work about a brother instead of a dad, whaaaat? Wild. BigBrother!Kink unlocked, I guess. Enjoy! xx

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This has to be the worst Spring Break in history.

Not only have I been forced to come home for break to house-sit for my stupid parents, who decided to jet off to the Bahamas for a whole month, but I'm also stuck here with my even stupider older brother, who exists purely to piss me off.

Grr.

My friends are all partying in big cities, drinking their weight in tequila and fucking whoever they want, day and night.

And here I am, stuck in my childhood home, horny as hell and bored out of my mind.

My brother James could definitely look after the house while my parents are away. He's three years older than me, for God's sake. But he insisted he'd get lonely here by himself, and twisted my parents' arms into dragging me home.

I know loneliness has nothing to do with it. The little shit just wanted me to suffer along with him, like the sadistic asshole he is.

Speaking of which...

"What're you doing?" said asshole asks, chewing gum and staring at me from the entrance to the living room.

"Trying to forget you exist," I snap back. I'm reading a trashy magazine, but honestly, I've read it like five times before, and I could almost recite this page by heart. I'm just so bored. Even my phone and computer are boring to me now. I suppose I could go shopping, but thanks to coming home for the break, I haven't had time to apply for any jobs that could fund a shopping trip.

So.

James hums. "Wanna hang out?"

I scoff, loudly and obnoxiously. James and I haven't hung out since I was, like, five years old. James had always been too cool for me, his awkward little sister who hung off him like a fucking limpet at every opportunity. He'd been a bad boy all through school - popular without trying to be, fit and athletic without being sporty, smart without having to study - and had grown up to be just as handsome and talented as everyone had expected. He got a full scholarship to study engineering, and - as far as my friends all gossip about - his bed is a rotating door of girl after girl.

I, on the other hand, struggle with academics to the point of exhaustion, but our parents refused to let me do anything other than try college. I'm studying graphic design, but honestly, I'd much rather drop out and be a sugar baby, or trophy wife, or something that requires no brain-power whatsoever. Unlike James, I wasn't made for a career.

I look at James properly. He's ... handsome, I guess. Hot. Even with that stupid backwards-cap and too-tight T-shirt and cargo shorts and cocky smile. I might be his sister, but I'm not blind. I can see why girls would be falling over themselves to get at him.

"Why would you wanna hang out with me?" I snort. "Just to remind yourself of why you never did so growing up?"

"Aww, c'mon, Ash," he says, "aren't you bored? Don't you wanna do something fun?"

The thing is, I do. I'm so fucking horny that my skin is tight with it, my whole body primed for going out and letting loose and getting dicked down so hard I can't walk straight. My vibrator is fine - and it's been doing an admirable job of keeping up with my raging libido - but nothing compares to the feeling of a thick cock filling me up in all my holes.

God, even thinking about it is making me wet.

I cross my legs so James won't notice the wet patch on my denim cut-offs.

"Like what?" I grumble.

He grins, like he knows he's got me now. "Wanna be hypnotized?"

I groan and roll my eyes. "Piss off, James, oh my God. I should've known you were fucking with me. Just leave me alone."

"I'm not fucking with you," he assures me, and something about my older brother saying 'fucking' should not have my pussy clenching, but for some sick reason, it does. Am I that horny, that I'd actually get a bit turned on by my own sibling? Christ, I need to get laid so badly.

James saunters over to where I'm lounging on the sofa and shows me his phone. "There's this video going viral about it. Apparently it can hypnotize you in, like, five seconds flat. I don't believe it, but I wanna see if it works."

"Then why don't you just watch it?" I drawl, pretending to read my magazine again.

"Because it's just for girls or something, I dunno," he huffs. "C'mon. Just try. If it doesn't work, I'll give you a hundred bucks."

My eyes shoot up to him at that. A hundred bucks!? I could do a lot of shopping with that kind of cash.

"And if it does work?" I ask, eyebrow raised. "Won't I be, like, hypnotized forever?"

He shrugs. "If it's getting freaky, I'll snap you out of it. Trust me. Unless you're too chicken...?"

God, it's the oldest trick in the book, but it fucking works like a charm.

I snatch the phone out of his hand and type in his passcode - my birthday, same as always - and it brings up a video, paused at its start.

The title is: "Become Her New Master".

"Is this a sex thing?" I demand. Because the idea of being hypnotized to be someone's plaything ... it should be repulsive, but instead I find myself flushing at the thought of it. Being so helpless, unable to fight back or resist, simply a brainwashed toy for someone's pleasure ... it has its merits, I'll admit. I've done some kinky shit in the past, but nothing like this.

"Oh my God, Ashleigh, just press 'play'," James drawls. "It's probably not even gonna do anything."

I stick my tongue out at him, but hit the 'play' button anyway.

Suddenly the screen is filled with a kaleidoscope of colors, whirling and spinning, deep and heavy music thrumming out of the tiny speakers. Before I can look away to tell James I'm definitely not hypnotized, a voice speaks - right into my soul, my core, my very being:

"Welcome to your new reality, slut. You are going on a journey to your true self. To the self you need to become. Keep your eyes on the screen, keep your ears trained solely to my voice. You are going under, you are going under, you are going under..."

And suddenly, I am under. I don't know where I am, but it's light and warm and safe, like I've transcended the world I knew and have split apart into a cloud of atoms. My body drifts away from me, my entire being simply a vessel to be filled by the voice telling me things over and over. I hear the words but don't comprehend them, but somehow, deep within me, I know everything is fine. This is right where I belong, where I'm meant to be.

Reality bleeds back into focus, bit by bit, and I'm inexplicably on my knees, looking up at James. When I see my brother, the rush of lust-love-admiration-worship-heat that hits me is like a sledgehammer to the plexus. A whine escapes my mouth in place of words, not understanding why he's not touching me like I want him to.

Wait, I want James - my brother - to touch me?

Yes. Yes, of course I do. This is my new reality, my new purpose in life. To be James's slave.

For him to use however he needs.

"Holy shit," he chokes out, laughing down at me. "Are you seriously hypnotized right now? Did it work? Damn, that only took five minutes!"

Fuck, my body feels as though it will combust if I don't get touched soon. My clothes are suddenly far too tight, too itchy. I all but tear my T-shirt off, and shimmy out of my booty shorts, leaving me in a lacy bra and panties. Even they feel wrong, but James is stopping my arms with his rough, strong hands. As soon as he touches me, I moan aloud.

"Please," I whine, "please touch me, Master! I need you to use me!"

And the words sound horrific to my ears, but they come from a honest place inside.

Yes, that's what I need. My brother - my Master - will take care of me. That's how it is, now.

James looks genuinely lost for words, but then a very wolfish smile overtakes his handsome face. "If you're fucking around, this is gonna be so embarrassing for you, Ash. Alright, get on the couch and touch yourself, the way you want me to touch you, then."

I scramble to obey him, my body working before my brain can fully understand what's happening. I lie back on the cushions, and my hands immediately begin pumping at my breasts. Within seconds, the bra is gone, letting my juicy tits spill out into the open air, and my brother's jaw nearly hits the floor at the sight of me, plucking at my rosy nipples and moaning like a whore.

"Holy fuck," he rasps.

My other hand goes into my panties, and my wail of pleasure rings around the house as my fingers delve into my soaked slit, going straight for my swollen clit to strum it how I need.

I want to be good for my Master, want him to want me, like I want him.

"Please, James - Master - I need you," I moan. "Use me as you see fit - I want to be yours!"

He approaches me slowly - too slowly - and eyes my form with heated, lust-filled eyes. One of those big hands reaches out to finally cup my bare breast, and I almost orgasm on the spot.

"You really are all the way under, aren't you, baby?" he asks in a mocking tone. "Like a good little slave."

"Yes, your good little slave," I gasp, arching into his touch.

I peel off my panties and throw them away, spreading my legs to further bare myself to him, for his assessment and perusal. His eyes trail up my soaked slit, and it's like a physical touch. I spread my legs further, just to see the arousal overtake his gaze.

"Did you ever want your big brother like this?" James asks, like he's asking about the weather, while his hands knead at my big, bouncing tits. "Tell me, baby. Tell your big brother all your secrets."

"Always wanted you," I sob - and it's the truth. I know that now. "I wanted your attention, all the time. Didn't want you to look at anybody else - just me. Everyone I fucked, I ... I thought of you, Master. I wanted someone like you, to show me, to train me, just the way you like."

"Fucking hell," James groans. "The perfect little slut. This is so fucked up, Ash. You're my sister."

"You want me, too," I say, desperate to keep him here, touching me. "I've seen the way you look at me. I know you want to fuck me, put me in my place when I'm a brat. You knew what the video would do, didn't you, Master? You knew it would turn me into this, turn me into your slave."

He smirks at me. "I was hoping it would. Some guys in my class swore by it - told me their girlfriends turned into brainwashed little sluts. And I thought about you, how badly I've wanted to make you my personal toy, have you drooling over me. Fuck, baby. Can't believe it actually worked."

I give up on words, and instead use actions - my hands clawing at the zipper on his shorts while he laughs in disbelief. When I eventually tug his shorts down, his erection springs free - huge, throbbing, and hard as nails. Fuck, I should've known my brother would be big by the fact that he's a complete fuck-boy, but this is bigger than anything I've ever had.

I don't hesitate - I don't think about morals or repercussions.

I dive in, face-first, and suck him right down my throat.

His shout of surprise and wonder gives me the confidence to start sucking him in earnest, bobbing my head and forcing him past my gag reflex, right down my jugular.

Fuck, I've never taken a guy this deep before, but I can't seem to stop. I'm addicted to my brother's cock, and I love it.

"Yeah, baby, suck it all the way down," James purrs at me, grabbing fistfuls of my hair to aid me in my rhythm. "Show me what a good little sister-slave you are."

One hand goes to his heavy balls to help aid his pleasure, while my other goes to my clit and continues playing with my soaked pussy. My juices must be staining the upholstery, but who fucking cares when I'm floating this high?

My Master must get sick of my slow pace, because he lets me take a single gasp of air before forcing my skull all the way to his root, then fucks my face like it's a well-stretched pussy. Chokes and gagging noises fill the air as he uses my wet mouth, drool running down my chin and dripping onto my heaving tits, but I'm in heaven.

Everything about this is perfect, because this is what I'm meant for now.

"Get me nice and wet, baby," Master groans, "because I want that cunt next, and I'm not stopping to make sure you're ready."

If anything, that promise just makes me wetter, and I hum my approval around his thick cock.

Just as I think he's going to blow his load right down my aching throat, he rips me off of him and looks down at me. My face must be a mess of drool and tears, but he smiles and I smile back, so incredibly happy with my new place as my brother's slut-slave.

"Hands and knees, slut," he orders. "I'm still not convinced you're hypnotized - wanna make sure you're not fucking with me."

"Nooo, I'm not, I promise," I whine, resting my head on my hands while my ass arches up in the air. I can feel the slickness from my pussy dripping down my thighs.

James kneels behind me, his hands running up and down my tight, drenched slit, testing its tightness, before pressing lightly against my asshole. I flinch but don't protest - how could I, when everything feels this good? - and he rewards me with a series of pinches to my fattened clit.

"Last chance to back out, Ash," he warns, as something hard and hot presses against my soaked fuck-hole. "You're about to get fucked by your older brother."

"Yes!" I choke.

"Fuck, you are such a dirty bitch. You gonna let me cum inside you, too? Maybe fuck this little asshole as well? Ruin all your holes?"

"Oh, yes, please!" I beg. "That's exactly what I want!"

He just laughs and - in the next instant - begins feeding my hungry cunt inch after inch of that huge, throbbing cock. He doesn't stop when I whine, doesn't slow, only continues to impale me until I feel like I'm about to burst, every brutal inch of him buried deep inside his little sister.

"Can't believe you took all of me," Master says in a gravelly voice. "No other girl's been able to. But then again, you're not just any girl, are you, baby?"

"No, Master," I somehow manage to say through the waves of ecstasy washing through me. "I was made for you!"

He grinds into me, making me pulse around him as my eyes roll back in my head.

"That's right. Made just for me. You're my slave now, baby. Programmed for pleasure, to exist just for me to use however I want. When you think about cum or cock or fucking, you're gonna experience that mind-numbing pleasure. Like a perfect fuck-doll slave. You don't need to worry about college or anything else - all you have to do is hang off my cock like a good girl."

The pleasure Master's words bring is indescribable. I'm cumming over and over at the sound of his voice, the words he gives me, the wonder of him knowing exactly what I need. My cunt milks him for all he's worth, rippling up and down his cock, and he coos down at me as I drool onto the carpet.

"Aww, poor slut," he snickers, "can't even handle that thought, can you? That's okay, baby. Just stay there and take this cock, like a good little sister."

He rears back onto one knee, plants a foot right near my head, and begins fucking into me like an animal gone wild. Master doesn't hold back - he thrusts into me with enough strength to have my knees skidding on the rug, my tits jiggling with every brutal stab of that cock-meat into my gushing cunt. He uses me like I'm a doll, and I love every second of it. His hands grab my hair, like a pair of reins, and use the leverage to fuck me back onto him, while praises and moans spill out of my mouth.

I don't care if the neighbors can hear us. Hell, I want them to know how good I am for my Master, what a great little sister I am. I want them all to know that I'm owned, that I'm now my own brother's pleasure slave.

"Always thought you were always such a little prude," James growls at me, those huge balls slapping my ass as he rams into me. "Who'd have thought you were dreaming of your big brother's cock this whole time, hm? Drooling over the thought of me sneaking into your room and pounding this greedy little cunt, making you my personal slut ... is this your dream-come-true, Ash? Hmm?"

"Yes, Master," I gasp. "It's everything I've ever wanted!"

I can feel his cock leaking pre-cum into my hungry pussy, adding to my wetness with every thrust. My brain is so fuzzy, but I know I want my brother's cum - I want him to breed me, plant his seed so everyone will know I'm his.

Right when I think I'm about to cum again, Master withdraws his cock, earning a whine of displeasure for me.

"Stop complaining," he says on a mocking laugh, spanking my firm ass. "I wanna do something really naughty, baby. Go upstairs to Mom and Dad's bedroom - Master's gonna fuck you on their bed."

I don't give myself time to comprehend the sheer filthiness of that act - I just giggle like the mindless toy I now am, and race upstairs to our parents' bedroom. James follows me up, that enormous cock swinging with every step, and I watch him from the center of the bed, my hands already kneading my tits and playing with my aching, dripping slit.

"Which hole do you want me to use, baby? You want your cute little asshole stretched out?"

"My pussy, please, Master," I rasp, lying back to spread my legs, to display how needy my juicy hole is. "I want to feel your cum inside me, like you're putting a baby in me!"

"Aww, my sweet little sister wants to be bred," Master coos with that sly grin.

He drags me the edge of the bed by my ankle, so I'm at perfect waist-height for him, and then rams that giant cock back where it belongs, deep in my desperate cunt.

My eyes roll back as my tongue lolls out of my mouth at the sensation of my brother owning me so well, while he grunts and groans over me, like a feral animal in heat.

"This is the bed we were made in, baby," he tells me in a dark tone. "What do you think Mom and Dad would say if they could see you now, huh? Their innocent little girl, turned into a brainwashed whore for her own brother? Begging for his cock, his cum?"

"I don't care if they could see," I moan out, and it's the truth. I honestly don't care who would see me, judge me for this - it feels so right, like this is where I belong. "I love my big brother, I want to be his slave forever!"

He just laughs again and speeds up, rutting into me until I'm just a flesh-light, a fuck-toy for him to jerk off that massive cock with. My tits jiggle up and down, my head thrown back in pure ecstasy, my pussy clutching at him for all its worth.

"Here you go, you filthy bitch," James snarls down at me. "Take your brother's cum like a good girl."

His words - and the feel of his hot seed splashing inside me, rope after rope unleashed into my aching channel - are enough to tip me over the brink of pleasure once more, my scream echoing throughout the house as my brother breeds me deep on our parents' bed.

He clutches me close to him, humping into me so that I'm marked deep inside, while I babble incoherent words of gratitude to my new master.

My mind floats on that happy little cloud, my entire body still thrumming for pleasure. I allow myself to sink deeper into the sensation, to know that I'm safe and content, with Master here to guide me.

Eventually, his slightly-softened cock slips out of my cunt, leaving a trail of messy cum and seed in its wake. I moan and try to hold it in with both hands, but he just shushes me and twists me onto all fours, tipping my ass upwards to make sure none of it spills out.

"Here, baby, watch the video once more," he tells me, hitting 'play' on his phone again and shoving the screen up near my face. "Go all the way back under while I make sure your ass can take me next. I don't want you to spill a drop of Master's cum while I force-stretch this tiny hole, okay?"