Sasha's Obsession Deviant Ed.

Part One of Fourteen

Sasha isn't your average girl. She's a girl with a dark obsession. She wants--needs to be owned by her older brother. The obsession dominates her thoughts, in the way that she longs for Mark to dominate her.

Sasha's mind is filled with fantasies, depraved imaginings of all the awful, wonderful things she wants her brother to do to her. When she comes across a website that promises to make her irresistible to any man, she can't help but take the bait. But how will she be changed, and who will she be by the end of it?

This story is a complete rewrite of the classic Sasha's Obsession, which was published in 2021. It's not just a revision, but a fresh take on the story from start to finish. At double the length of the original, this is the version of the story that Sasha deserves. Bigger, dirtier, and darker than what came before, it's the definitive version of this tale of sibling obsession. This entire book covers 15 chapters and 43K words.

If you're looking for a warm tale of family love, you won't find it here. Sasha is a dirty little pervert, and her brother isn't much better. If you're a reader of my other work, you'll know how these tales unfold. If you're looking for dark and dirty, come on in. Enjoy.

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Kinks Served: Dirty Talk, Personality Modification, Domination, Incest, Bro/Sis, Group Sex, Humiliation, mild hypnokink, CNC

Chapter One: Sasha's Obsession

The sound of the headboard beat a rhythmic tap against the wall of Sasha's bedroom. As she did every night, she closed her eyes and fucked her cunt. Sometimes it was her fingers, while others it was with her toys. The things in her head were not just filthy. They were depraved, immoral, and wrong.

Thump... thump... thump...

Megan's fucking moan came through the wall, muted, but just loud enough for Sasha to hear. The moan became part of the fantasy, and in the fantasy, the sound came from her own mouth. It wasn't Megan taking Mark's cock. It was her. It should be her. It needed to be her. That fucking bitch. Cunt.

If someone could see into her fantasy, even for a second, they'd know the soul-consuming darkness within. They'd see her brother, holding back her legs and pushing his cock into her. Deep. So fucking deep. Hitting all those spots that the toy was hitting now. But the toy wasn't enough. It couldn't be enough. It wasn't Mark.

Thump... thump... thump...

"You like fucking that big dick, don't you, baby?" Mark's voice said through the wall.

"Yes..." Sasha whispered.

"Mm-hm," Megan agreed.

Sasha pushed the toy into her cunt, and the approaching orgasm brought on the chaos. Her familiar self-disgust quickly overshadowed the warm emotions. She sniffled and gasped, tears breaking through her tightly shut eyelids as the self-loathing knotted her gut. She yanked hard on one of her nipples.

"Fucking slut," she hissed. "Fucking filthy little slut!"

She didn't deserve the pleasure. The orgasm faded as she slid the toy from her cunt and slapped it with her hand, adding a wet smack to the sounds of the headboard's rhythm.

Thump... thump... thump...

On the other side of the wall, Megan got the orgasm. Mark's stupid, dark-haired girlfriend with her perfect fucking tan. Bitch. Cunt. But not a dirty, brother-lusting slut. Not like Sasha.

She pushed the toy back into her cunt. She might not deserve to cum, but she couldn't let the fantasy go. Not yet. Not when Mark was still fucking the wrong girl.

"Your pussy's so good," Mark said.

"It's your pussy," Sasha whispered and pushed her toy further. She pinched her clit to stave off the pleasure. "It's your fucking pussy, Mark!"

Through the thin wall, the voices became hushed, unintelligible, but Sasha could still hear the faint whispers. And the rhythm as Mark gave the bitch his cock.

Thump... thump... thump...

Sasha pictured her brother holding the girl, his body on top of her and her legs around him. They were close, wrapped in their little pleasure cocoon, his arm around her neck as he pressed her body to his. He was driving his cock into her with slow, measured thrusts, making her feel every inch of it. Megan shuddered and gasped out her pleasure in his ear, hot, rapid breaths as that pleasure worked its way through her core.

The tears rolled, hot and wet, down Sasha's cheeks. Hot and wet, like her pussy. Mark's pussy. The pussy that he should be deep inside right now. Not her.

Bitch. Cunt.

She squeezed one of her tits hard, and her body spasmed.

It was too close to stop now. Even the painful squeeze and the hard tug on her nipple couldn't stop it. They only made it better, somehow. It was something Sasha didn't understand, like so much about her fantasy.

Megan squeaked, trying to keep the sound of her pleasure low, but it wasn't enough. Sasha could hear it. It echoed in her head like the girl was in the bed next to her, taking that perfect cock, fucking the man that should be in Sasha's bed. The man that belonged in her bed.

Then Megan's pleasure peaked, and she squealed. Sasha choked on a sob as she came with her, and the intensity of her pleasure set off fireworks in her head when the sound of Mark's orgasm came seconds later.

"...Cumming," he said.

"Cum in me!" Sasha whispered. "Cum in me, Mark!"

Her orgasm, held off for so long, was leg-quaking and perfect. But with it were the tears that always came with the pleasure.

Sick. Sick little slut.

Sasha pulled the wet toy from her pussy and yanked the sheet over her naked body. The headboard was silent now, as were the sounds from the other side of the wall. If listening to Mark fucking his girlfriend was bad, the fantasy in Sasha's head now was even worse.

Mark was holding the girl in his arms, their naked bodies pressed together, sharing in the afterglow of that hot, sensual fuck. His arms were around her, his hand probably palming one of her insignificant little excuses for tits. But he was holding her, his fast-beating heart thumping against her skin, and his satisfied breath on her neck.

Megan's pussy had given him that feeling, provided release, contentment, and relaxation. Her body had been his, and Mark was now holding her to him and radiating his satisfaction at her performance. Her service. Her dedication.

It should have been Sasha. It was right, and it was wrong. It was so confusing. The pleasure and the tears, the knowledge of her own perversion, and never being able to understand why, were like a constant weight.

If Mark would just fuck her, take her, own her, the questions would go away. She'd have purpose. She'd have him. Like Megan had him right now.

Bitch. Cunt. Sick, twisted, perverted slut.

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Chapter Two: Rape Tape

Thirty-five more dollars. That was all Sasha needed for the tape. It wasn't an actual tape. It was a series of recordings, custom-made, and it had been a summer-long obsession that accompanied her other obsession. Mark.

When she'd seen the website on a Reddit post in one of her many incest-related subs, she'd clicked the link. How could she not click the link? In fact, the image that accompanied the link had its own sort of hypnotic pull for a girl with her sort of sickness.

"An empty head and a wet cunt. That's what you want to be. A living, perfect sex doll, irresistible to any man. Become his perfect slave, his pet, his hot, wet dream."

The image with the text was a blonde girl with cute curls. Her deep blue eyes, sparkling but vacant, were so much like Sasha's own that they could have been hers. They could be hers. She could be irresistible to any man, but to one man in particular. A living perfect sex doll. Mark's perfect slave, his pet, his hot, wet dream.

And so Sasha clicked the link. The page was mostly black, with a menu bar in red across the top. In the corner was a small blue logo that read, "DomCo," and only two options were available on the menu. Order now. Exit. The URL read, "rapetape.com."

Below the menu was a large image of the same blonde girl. Her mouth was open and streaks of semen were plastered across her happy face. Her blue eyes were vivid and shining, but there was little in them of actual life. Around her neck was a slim black collar, and a text box hovered over the image.

"Name," prompted the box. Sasha, Sasha typed. The box vanished and the little nametag on the collar now read, "Sasha."

Sasha rubbed her cunt through her panties as she looked at the tag with her name on it, and the happy, stupid sex doll. Would the tape really make her irresistible to Mark? If there was even a chance, she needed to know. She clicked the menu to Order Now.

$1,000. It was out of reach. But she had to know. Over the next two months, Sasha did every chore she could think of. She weeded her mother's garden and mowed the lawn. Dishes, laundry, cleaning, errands, and babysitting. Saving for a car was her cover story.

During those months, she found stories about the tapes online. They appeared in Reddit posts and hypno-kink communities. Though a hypnosis kink wasn't something that Sasha had before finding the website, the idea took hold over those weeks as she saved money.

With the posts were sometimes pictures or short videos. More often, they were simply success stories.

"Daddy finally fucked me."

"I love the new me."

"I am an empty head and a wet cunt."

And then came the video that cemented Sasha's need to have the tapes.

It came from a message board Sasha frequented to fuel her incest fantasies. While most of the posts were probably bullshit, some of them were certainly real. This one seemed real.

"Two months in from using Rape Tape," read the title.

Sasha clicked the link with a trembling hand and rubbed her cunt. The video was short, but it made Sasha cum. The camera focused on a slim girl with big tits and dark hair. She wore a little collar, just like in the photo on the website. Mallory, the tag said.

"Mallory," said a man's voice behind the camera. "What is your mouth for?"

"My mouth is a wet hole for my brother to fuck," the girl said.

"What's your purpose?

"My purpose is to drain your balls with my throat," Mallory said.

"What are you?"

"A dumb slut with too much cock on the brain," Mallory said.

The man behind the camera pushed his dick into the girl's mouth. She had a noticeable orgasm as she sucked on it. Sasha came right along with her.

Now, the tape was only thirty-five dollars away. She could practically taste Mark's cock in her mouth. As she rubbed her cunt and looked at the screen with the happy blonde girl and her "Sasha" nametag, she imagined how it would feel.

No more self-loathing or doubt. She could just forget all the confusion. No more tears as she rubbed her cunt to the sound of Mark and Megan fucking one room away. Just an empty head and a wet cunt. Mark's wet cunt.

Thinking about it, though, came with a dose of reality. Even having the tape wasn't enough. Not with Megan in the picture. Sasha still needed to convince Mark to use the tape and to use it with her. And how that was going to happen, she still had no idea. The first hurdle, though, was thirty-five dollars.

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