Message-ID: <18979eli$9901220348@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cheqrosk01@aol.com (Cheqrosk01) Subject: RP: My Brother, My Master part 1of7 (yng, mc, nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990109143507.03821.00004895@ng-cg1.aol.com> WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read if it's illegal for you to view adult content where you live. The following is a work of fiction; any similarities between actual persons and/or events is entirely coincidental. And finally, the author does not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if he were to find it in a newspaper he would be sickened and appalled. ** Author's Note: Full permission is granted for this story to be distributed, as long as the text is unmodified, the above warning remains, and my e-mail address (Cheqrosk01@aol.com) appears somewhere in the document. ** (young, non-consensual, mind control) My Brother, My Master Part One: Swinefen by S. Bockman My name is Karen Feebs. I'm seventeen years old, I have short red hair, blue eyes, and a cutsie-pie face that most people find quite innocent. I dress normal enough, though I tend to wear tight fitting dresses to show off my well porportioned body; I have nicely shaped, apple-sized breasts and a round, cute ass. Although I'm a little short (about 5'4"), and I could never be a model since my looks aren't exactly ordinary, I have a certain look that a lot of guys find attractive. There's a sort of sexy quality too me... I've never been able to quite put my finger on it, but I've always managed to turn guys on quite easily. My story begins six months ago. It was a Friday night, and usually I would be out with friends but this night I was stuck at home with my brother Steve because my parents were out of town. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal; my parents went out of town often and that never stopped me from going out anyway. However, the last time they had left they called home to check in on me, and I wasn't there to answer the phone. All hell was raised and I got grounded, so this time I decided not to risk it. I stayed home, pissed off and bored. Steve was two years older than me and had more freedom accordingly. So I spent the evening watching movies by myself while he was out, but at around midnight he came home. We chatted for awhile before he asked me, "Sis, have you ever gotten drunk?" "Yeah," I replied. That wasn't the kind of thing I would hide from my brother, but we had never talked about it before. "I have a fifth of scotch up in my room," he said. "Wanna drink?" "Sure!" I replied. This lifted my spirits considerably. I loved drinking, and did it whenever I could, but I had never gotten drunk at home before. He went upstairs to his room then hurried down with the fifth and two glasses. "This is good stuff," he said. "Strong." "Cool," I replied. "Where'd you get it?" He smiled. "There's a place that sells to me," he said. He poured the drinks into the two shot glasses, held his up, and said, "Cheers!" "Cheers!" I replied. I slammed my down. It tasted very strange, not like any kind of liquor I had ever tried before. I figured it must be very strong though, because it burned as it went down my throat. "Agh!" I gasped after swallowing it. It was then that I noticed he hadn't touched his. "Aren't you drinking?" I asked. He only smiled, then stood up and walked into the kitchen. I figured he was going to drink his when he got back, but decided not to have anymore until he did. I would feel pretty stupid getting drunk in front of my brother if he didn't, too. I started feeling very strange. Usually it took a few drinks before I felt it, but this was different. Also, it wasn't like any drunkenness I'd ever felt before. My mind felt soft and fuzzy and my vision swam, and for a moment I felt I was going to pass out. Then all that passed, and I felt very peaceful. My thoughts were normal and I could function properly, but something wasn't right. It was as if... a blanket had been placed over my brain. Everything was very soft. "Hey," I called to him. "What did you say this was again?" He came back into the room. Ignoring my question he asked, "How do you feel?" "Strange," came my response. I hadn't even considered not answering, which was weird. Before I could ask him again, though, he asked, "Karen, do you read pornography?" "Yes," I responded. Again, I hadn't even considered not answering, let alone not telling the truth. Suddenly I began to realize something wasn't right. "What's going on?" I asked. He sat down in front of me, picked up the bottle, and put the top back on it. Then he said, "You're not drunk, sis. I've given you something different than alcohol. It's called Swinefen... I made it myself, although it's not my recipe. I sent away for it in a magazine." "What does it do!" I cried, growing afraid. Although I had experimented with several drugs in the past, I didn't want to use something without knowing what it was. "First, answer me this," he said. "Do you masturbate?" "Yes," I responded. My eyes grew wide as realization dawned on me. "Did you give me a truth serum of some kind?" "Not exactly," he said. "I gave you a thought inhibitor. It makes you tell the truth, but that's not all it does. It allows me to place hypnotic suggestions in you, to make you do things you normally wouldn't." "What!? Why would you give me that!" I cried. I jumped out of the couch. "Sit down," he said. I did. "Yes!" he cried. "It works!" "Steve, listen to me," I said. "I don't know what you've done to me, but I want you to fix it, okay? Or I'll tell mom and dad!" "No, you won't," he said. "Karen, listen to these words, and repeat them back to me: Solo alpha beta." "Solo alpha beta," I replied. "When I say that, you're going to forget everything I say and do to you while you're under the influence of Swinefen. Only your sub-conscious will remember, allowing you to carry out any tasks I ask you to perform, and bringing upon total recall whenever we begin a session like this one in the future. Do you understand?" "Yes," I replied. Then, shaking my head in frustration, I yelled, "You can't do this to me!" "Yes, I can," he replied, a large grin on his face. "My first order to you is simple: no more yelling at me, okay?" "Okay," I whispered. "And no crying," he continued. "Yes," I said. "Okay, very good, sis. Now, let me explain a little more. From now on, whenever I ask you to drink something you will, whether you want to or not, okay?" "Yes," I replied. "Good," he said. "And when you drink the Swinefen, everything you've forgotten will come back to you in a flash, so I want you to remember not to freak out, okay?" "Yes." "Great. And whenever I say those three words I told you earlier, the Swinefen will stop effecting you, but you'll forget everything that happened while you were under. Okay?" "Okay," I said. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" he said, smiling. "Yes!" I said. "You won't get away with this. I don't know if this is a joke or what, but I will not forget this, do you hear me! I won't!" "Solo alpha beta," he said. At hearing those words my mind cleared up and everything was normal. I felt great, in fact. And although I couldn't remember anything we had talked about after I had my drink, I didn't think anything was out of the ordinary. "Are we going to drink anymore?" I asked. "I'm not really drunk yet." Steve was smiling. "Yes we are. Hey sis, answer me a stupid question... what was the last thing I said to you?" I laughed. "What do you mean?" "Just humor me. What was the last thing I said?" I thought a moment, then remembered. "You said cheers... why?" "No reason," he said. "Okay, let's drink." He poured me a glass, and without even thinking about it I slammed it down. Suddenly my memory returned. And I was frightened, because I knew he was right. When he had asked me about the last thing he had said, I truly thought it was 'cheers'. I had had no recollection whatsoever about the Swinefen, until I had drank some more. "Is it clear now?" he asked. I nodded. "Next time I'll remember," I whispered. "No, you won't," he said. "But that'll become clear in due time. For now, I want you to stop asking me questions. I'll be asking the questions from now on." He stood up and said, "Stand up and follow me to your room." I did as he told me, and without any protest or thought on my part I followed him up the stairs to my bedroom. Next he said to me, "Okay, sit down on the bed." I did as I was told. He looked at me with a big grin on his face. "This is great," he said. "I knew it would work! Okay, okay. Listen to me carefully. We're gonna proceed slowly at first, so this is all I want of you. "I'm going to hypnotically suggest something to you. That means I'm going to tell you something, and even after I say those three words, your subconscious will remember it, and you'll do it without understanding why. Kind of like when I offer you a drink, you'll always take it. Only this is a bit more complex. "From now on, whenever you see yourself naked, either in a mirror or just looking at your body, you're going to grow incredibly horny. Do you understand?" I nodded an acknowledgment. I wasn't sure why he'd want me to do that, and I wasn't even entirely convinced it would actually happen, but I really did understand. Without even thinking, I nodded. "Okay, great," he said. "Now, when you grow horny, either because you've seen yourself naked or for any other reason, you're not going to feel like you want to masturbate. In fact, simple masturbation will never fully satisfy you again... do you understand?" "Yes," I said, trembling. "Good," he continued. He was sitting way too close to me, and I started to slide away. When he noticed he said, "Stop. Never do that. You feel totally comfortable around me... in fact, you love being close to me." He was right. One second all I wanted was to move away from him, and the next all I wanted was to be closer to him, my own brother. Without thinking I looked at him up and down, taking in his muscular physique and athletic body. He really was quite attractive... NO! I thought to myself. Don't think those things about your own brother! He smiled at me, as if he knew what I was thinking. "Good, sis. Really good." He stood up but when I instinctively started to follow he gestured for me to remain sitting. I did. "Wow," he whispered. "This stuff really works great. Okay, listen Karen. Tonight I'm not going to push you too far. All we're going to do is a simple question and answer game. I'll ask the questions, and you'll answer me totally and completely honest. Got it?" I nodded, still shaking a little. It's hard to explain how I felt... it was kind of like being drunk, but it wasn't. Although I had the same cloudiness of thought you get when you're intoxicated, my thoughts were completely sober otherwise. And I had complete control over my motor functions. What made me feel strange, then, was the lack of control. I knew that I couldn't do what I wanted, or resist what I wanted. I could only do what he told me to, or resist what he told me to. It was a scary feeling. I wish he'd tell me to not be afraid anymore. "Okay, sis," he began. "You told me you read pornography. I knew that. I only asked you as a test... what I want to know is how often you read it." "Everyday," I responded. I squinted my eyes in concentration... that didn't seem right, everyday. But upon examination, it was correct. It kind of sickened me, actually. "What do you get off on the most?" "Hard-core porn, for the most part," I said. The words were coming out of my mouth and although I tried to stop them, it was all in vain. "But in particular, lesbian sex. I love that... the younger the better, the kinkier, the better. I downloaded this video file off the internet once where this girl is fisting another... they couldn't have been more than sixteen, each. I loved that." He was smiling. I noticed then that he had unzipped his pants and was rubbing at the bulge there beneath his underware. "Have you ever fantasied about your friends?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "One time at a rave Jessica and I went to I tried to seduce her. She was with her boyfriend so nothing happened, but I thought about what could happened for a long time after." "You've been to a rave?" he asked, his eyes widening. "Yes," I said. "Two, actually. One six months ago on Thanksgiving, and one just a couple weeks ago. Both times Jessica and I went." "Wow," he said. "I've never been to one. Did you do any drugs there?" "Yeah," I replied. "Ecstasy, both times." "Hmm," he said in thought. Then: "Tell me, Karen... have you ever been laid?" "No," I said. It was true... I was seventeen years old, I had had more boyfriends than I could count, and none of my friends were virgins anymore, but I was. It was kind of embarrassing, but for some reason I couldn't understand there had always been something in my mind that had kept me from doing it. "Wow," he said. "When I was your age I'd had sex with three different people. Hm. Okay, how far have you gone before?" "Everything short of sex," I said. "Handjobs, blowjobs, you name it I've done it. Just not sex." He smiled for some reason. "I know," he said. "You're a dyke!" "No, I'm not," I said. "Oh, come on," he argued. "You get turned on by lesbian porn, you tried to seduce you best friend who's hot as hell, and you've never had sex... of course you're a lezbo! Admit it!" "I'm not a lesbian!" I said. "Hm," was his reply. "I guess you're not." He looked at the clock, then said, "Well, it's getting pretty late. I think it's time we turned in. Mom and Dad get back the day after tommorrow, so we'll have another session tomorrow night. Make sure you're here at eleven, okay?" "Okay," I replied. "As for your orders tonight, here they are. First of all (and I don't really need to say this) you're never to resist me when I ask you to have a drink. Second of all, whenever you see yourself naked you'll get incredibly horny, and masturbation will cease to satisfy you. And finally, you will not have sex, unless I tell you that you can. Got it?" "Yes," I said. "Very well," he smiled. "Solo alpha beta." My mind cleared, once again. "Wow," I said. "I don't feel drunk, but I don't remember coming up here!" "You got blasted," he said to me. "Get some rest. I bet you wake up with a ringing hangover. Goodnight!" "Goodnight!" I replied. Strange, I thought. I don't feel drunk at all. END OF PART ONE ++++++ If you enjoyed reading this story, or even if you didn't, I always appreciate feedback! So feel free to write me anytime at CHEQROSK01@AOL.COM. All complements and criticisms are welcome. Also, if you're missing any of the seven parts of this story, let me know and I'll send it right out to you. Thanks very much for reading! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----