Practicing With My Brother (Mind Control/Brother-Sister Sex)
18-year old Tammy decides to go on a “practice date” with her sexy older brother Dennis, to learn how dates work. Since it’s with her brother, she knows it’ll be perfectly safe…but as the dates continue, they start getting hotter and heavier, until they’re not just going to see movies…they’re booking hotel rooms and doing all kinds of erotic acts that brothers and sisters just shouldn’t be doing… More
18-year old Tammy decides to go on a “practice date” with her sexy older brother Dennis, to learn how dates work. Since it’s with her brother, she knows it’ll be perfectly safe…but as the dates continue, they start getting hotter and heavier, until they’re not just going to see movies…they’re booking hotel rooms and doing all kinds of erotic acts that brothers and sisters just shouldn’t be doing…
EXPLICIT: This 4400-word story contains brother-sister sex, mind control, oral sex, anal sex, unprotected incest, exhibitionism, public sex, taboo sex, flashing, slutty clothing, and a teenage step-sister becoming her brother’s perfect little cock slave, fucking and sucking him whenever and wherever he wants…
I was distracted all dinner. Dennis was, once more, a perfect gentleman. He didn't comment on my squirming, or the way that I blushed every time he offered me food that even remotely looked like a cock. He didn't question where I'd disappeared to for ten minutes, or even seem to notice the way that I kept getting lost in his eyes.
Before then, I'd never noticed how...sexy my brother was. I was having all these weird thoughts - if we hadn’t been on a date, they would have been hugely inappropriate. If we hadn't been on a date, it would have been sick, thinking about fucking him, or imagining what his cock would taste like.
But in context, it was totally fine.
After dinner, we went on another parade of the city - I asked him if we were going to see a movie, and he just answered, with a grin, "Sort of".
I'm by no means large, but I've got an ample bust and an ass to match it - I'm curvy, and Dennis is tall and thin. So I was impressed by how well he managed to keep me supported as we walked - the guys staring at me were distracting the hell out of me, and I'm not used to walking on heels at the best of times.
I must have stumbled and fallen onto him at least half a dozen times...and when he started grabbing my ass and breasts to hold me up, another dozen times after that.
Finally, we arrived, and to my shock, it wasn't the movie theatre we'd gone to last week. It was a porn theatre.
"Dennis!" I cried, trying to ignore the small part of my brain that wanted to check it out. "What the hell do you think you're doing? What kind of a date is this?"
"Keep it down," he said, and I nodded obediently. "You're filling in for Madeline, remember? And Madeline's profile specifically said how much she liked porno theatres, so that's where we're going."
That shut me up. I'd made Madeline's profile in ten minutes flat, trying to come up with stuff that would get Dennis interested. A porn theatre sounded exactly like the kind of thing I would write, and Dennis had obviously spent way more time poring over the profile than I'd spent writing it.
I decided to let go, and just sink into the date. I was filling in for Madeline, and Madeline liked porn theatres. Fine.
We went in, and I had this weird mix of emotions. On one hand, I was disgusted - the place stunk, it didn't feel like anyone had ever cleaned the seats or floor, and I was here with my brother.
On the other hand...when you're turned on, the more perverse something is, the hotter it is, and I couldn't help finding the fact that this was where men got off was kind of...erotic. I was standing where dozens, hundreds, thousands of men had brought themselves off.
We sat down, and a new film started. I tried to get into it, but the low quality of the plot was only beaten by the acting.
Get to the tits, I silently chanted, and must have jumped two feet off my chair when I felt Dennis's hand reaching between my legs.
"Dennis," I hissed, "what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"This is a date, remember?" he said.
"Yes, but I am not that kind of girl!”
He turned to face me, and I saw that he had one eyebrow raised.
"Tammy," he said, "if you were out with a girl dressed like this, smelling like cunt, sitting in a porno theatre...what would you expect?"