All These Roadworks note: The following text is the first chapter of Stepbrother’s Hypno Cumdump by Bimbo Blackwood. This is a tale that starts with pseudo-incestuous MF mind control, and moves on to include humiliation, harem building, and reluctant FF sex. If you like what you read, be sure to buy the full book in the ATR store! (Click here to view in store.)
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“Stop being a dumb cunt, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!”
I glare into the smug face of my stepbrother, Riley, wishing I could pop his green eyes right out of his head. I can’t help but start shrieking, “If you’d bothered to do ANY research about it, you wouldn’t have a leg to stand on! Porn is bad for men! It’s bad for women! It’s bad for everybody and it’s hideously misogynistic and exploitive—”
“Hideously, really?” he interrupts me. “You always use overly dramatic words when you get mad and don’t want to admit that you’re an idiot.”
“I’m NOT an idiot!” I howl.
“Fine, if you’re not an idiot, then you have to agree to a compromise. I’ll read your silly article—ONE of your choosing—and you’ll watch a video I choose, just one….”
“I’m not watching porn!” Heat lights up my face; he couldn’t really want to show me, his own stepsister, something out of his personal spank bank, could he?
It makes something flutter inside my stomach to think about.
“Come on. Don’t be one of those people who doesn’t actually research both sides….”
“I’ve seen porn, Riley!”
“You’ve seen some porn, sure—but probably only the stuff that supports your idea that it’s ALL bad. Let’s make a deal. If you watch the entire video that I show you, and you still think that these girls are miserable and exploited, or whatever, then I promise that I’ll not only give up porn but do all your chores for as long as we live together.”
I blink at him in surprise. That sounds like a fucking awesome deal. Riley isn’t a total slob, and so I know he’d actually follow through on doing my share of the housework. Now that we’re both adults (me newly eighteen and him twenty), our parents make us take turns doing the grocery shopping, the toilet scrubbing, and all the other not-so-fun crap that a household needs to function.
“How do you know that I won’t just lie and tell you I hate it?” I ask him suspiciously, realizing that the deal is really too good to be true.
His green eyes burn into mine. “I trust you.”
Something in his tone sets off a little alarm bell in my head. Why would he trust me? We hate each other. I’ve always thought he was an arrogant prick and he’s always thought I was a raging, feminist bitch. We get into screaming matches about politics all the time!
But I guess I’m being slightly unfair . . . because he’s never actually done anything super cruel or weird to me. He doesn’t make me pick up after him. He’s never hit me or made me feel like he envisions holding me down and—(ugh, don’t think like that, my mind whirs, blushing brighter that I’m really considering watching his slutty little movie and just knowing it’s already affecting me).
Because what if I do like it? What if he’s tricking me into watching something super sensual—an extreme outlier in the porn industry, and one that could have my argument crumbling?
“I don’t trust you,” I tell him honestly, rolling my eyes as he pulls a face. “I think you’re purposely going to choose something made by feminist women….”
His eyebrows raise and I blush even brighter. Shit, I just kind of admitted that maybe not ALL porn is bad. But he only smiles, shaking his head. “Promise I won’t. It’s going to be run of the mill porn. The kind I watch and jerk off to every day. Not your woke, princess-on-a-pedestal, man servant crap….”
I’m not sure if my face could turn any redder, now knowing that he’s going to show me something he’s actually touched himself to—and also having an unwanted, weird thought of myself being served by him. Like a princess. While he does my laundry nude and kisses my feet….
Gross, I think, turning my dark eyes away from his overly sharp, and probably, scheming green gaze.
“How long is it?” I ask with a shaky sigh, knowing that I have to give in because he’s really being more than fair—and I could always lie anyway; he really shouldn’t trust me. “And are you going to be there while I watch it?”
My stomach twists again as I imagine his tall, muscular body standing over me, watching me watch his horny skin-flick. I already know that I’m going to have to sit in his nasty computer chair, where he probably strokes himself senseless. Maybe that’s what he’s actually doing! Making me the brunt of some sick joke as I sit in his cum-chair and get humiliated as he laughs at me for watching his jerk-off material….
“Five minutes, tops,” he tells me, making me snap out of my reverie with a guilty flinch. “I’ll send the video to your phone and you can watch it by yourself in your room.”
The twist in my stomach goes up to my heart. Jesus, I’m really hellbent on thinking the worst of Riley, aren’t I? He’s not even going to know if I actually watch it! He just trusts that I’ll keep my word! And I really won’t even have to lie about not liking it if he’s being honest about it just being typical and nasty.
“Okay,” I agree, twirling a blonde lock of my hair nervously.
His smile grows wider for an instant, and then he nods politely and disappears into his room. I guess that means I should go into mine. I ignore the cold unease in my gut and close my bedroom door behind me, before plopping down on top of my bed. This is a really weird bet, I grouse internally as I stare at my phone and wait for his message with a link to the video to pop up.
I flinch as my phone blings. It’s Riley and his first message just says: wear headphones.
I roll my eyes. How is he going to know if I’m wearing headphones or not, and why does it matter? I guess it makes sense to use a pair though; it’s not like I want his dad or my mom to suddenly come home and hear that I’m watching filth.
“Just watching my bro’s jack-off smut,” I whisper to myself sarcastically, imagining the looks on their faces.
There was a time his dad seemed really nervous about our relationship—constantly saying weird things to Riley, like ‘remember, she’s your sister’, once my boobs started growing in and my face went from that awkward, gawky stage to something alluring and pretty. But Riley’s always had plenty of girls fawning over him. So, it’d all seemed really gross and silly for his dad to act worried like that.
We’ve mostly grown up together, since our parents met when I was eight and he was ten, so I know for a fact neither of us ever thought about each other that way.
Another notification pops up, the sharp noise from my phone now ringing directly through my ears, thanks to the headphones.
“Oof,” I grunt, turning them down.
There’s nothing I want less than to hear loud, fake moans from some dumb bimbo and the gross, wet, slapping of skin on skin. The title to the video already makes me incredibly uncomfortable: busty teen’s first time anal!
The picture of the smiling girl in the clickable link looks a lot like me. Very funny, Riley, my mind whispers; I bite my lip, studying the girl’s dark eyes and dirty-blonde hair, and think about how awful it was that the evil porn industry tricked her into this carefree, happy pre-shoot picture.
Because that’s what they do, I know, trick innocent victims into making happy statements about how excited they are, and how fun the shoot was, even though it can’t possibly be true. NO girl ever wants a dick up her ass. The very idea is revolting….
I force myself to click the link. Yeah, I could lie, but I won’t and there’s no need to. There’s nothing that can possibly convince me that the actress enjoys—
My brain blanks out. There’re lights and color and flashing images of tits, cocks, and cum pouring out of every gaping, femininely-pink hole. I don’t register any of what I’m seeing or hearing. Not consciously. Words are transposed over most of the images, burning deep into my brain as I stare at the phone screen mindlessly.
GIRLS ARE MADE TO BE DUMB SLUTS.
GIRLS ARE MADE TO SUCK COCK.
GIRLS ARE MADE TO BE CUMDUMPSTERS.
GIRLS GET HORNY WHEN THEY ACCEPT THE TRUTH.
YOUR TRUE PURPOSE IS TO BE EXPLOITED, FUCKED, AND USED!
I wake up with my hand shoved down my pants, my fingers sticky and wet as I pump them in and out of my tender, teen pussy.
“Like the video, huh?” Riley asks me, smiling from where he stands at the edge of my bed.
I shriek and throw my phone at him. What the hell just happened to me? I don’t remember even watching the video! At least not enough, just vague images of nudity flash through my mind.
“That’s not very sporting,” he says with a teasing frown; he leans down to grab my phone off where it fell on the floor, shaking his head as he examines the damage. “You busted it—and I busted you! Knew you were nothing but a hypocritical slut.”
‘I’m not a slut, and I hated the video!’ I want to scream at him, but I find that I can’t. I also can’t seem to stop my hand from returning to my pussy, the aching throb of my clit compelling me to rub it through my jeans. Riley grins at me. I swallow hard, tears springing to my eyes, and push my hand back into my panties, so I can touch myself for real.
“What’d you do?” I whine. “What’s happening to me?”
“Well, you lost the bet because you really liked the video, right?”
I can tell he’s teasing me, and with as helpless and horny as I feel, I can’t help but start to cry. “Riley!”
“Ugh, you’ve always been an ugly crier, Jessie,” he snips at me, “so let’s NOT do that. I’m going to help you out and give it to you straight. You can touch yourself all you want—but you aren’t going to be able to cum—and you’re also not going to be able to STOP touching yourself until you get someone to cum inside of you.”
A horrified sound claws its way out of my throat. Why can’t I stop fingering my virgin, teen pussy? Sure, I’ve fiddled with myself before—but never like this! Never with such blind need that I can’t even stop myself with my own stepbrother leering down at me….
“So, where do you want it? Mouth, ass, or pussy?” he asks.
Hot terror makes my already swimmy head sway. “What? No!”
“I mean, I can watch you for a while first if that’s what gets you going,” he jokes, sitting down on my bed and then reaching out to tug at my jeans. “Let’s pull these down, the current view is boring.”
“No,” I choke out. “No….”
“Is that all you can say? No?” He grins, yanking my jeans harder until they rip down to my knees, my soaked underwear going along with them. “Kind of funny. You usually have so many words to express your disgust of me! So horny that you can’t even tell me to ‘get out’, huh?”
I sob harder, hating that he’s right. My fingers squelch inside my soppingly wet pussy, and even though he’s leaning over, so close that he can probably smell the muskiness of my girl juices, I can’t fucking stop myself. My fingers go in and out—in and out—the pleasure unbearably addictive yet humiliating. I feel like I’m going insane!
“You’re really pink down there,” he says huskily, his green eyes flicking from my exposed pussy to my terrified face. “You ever been fucked before?”
“N-no,” I whine. “Please….”
“Please what? Stop? Like I said, it’s not going to stop unless you get some guy to cum in you—and guess what? You don’t have many options at the moment . . . so hi, it’s me. Some guy.”
“Riley,” I plead, fingering myself faster and closing my eyes.
Maybe if I just concentrate really hard, I can push past the barrier in my mind. I can pretend that none of this is happening. That I’m all alone and just need a quick, simple release. The pressure builds and builds, and I’m mostly successful in blocking out my stepbrother’s haughty laugh—but all that happens is that I get a cramp in my hand. I still can’t stop. It feels too good. Desperately good….
“Looks like you’re really struggling,” he murmurs, and I can’t even flinch away as I feel his warm hand grip my thigh, to pull my legs even more open than they already are. “I can help you. Just tell me where….”
“No.”
“It’s okay to be scared. I know they like to lie to you little ditzes about how much it’s going to hurt the first time—but look at how horny and wet I’ve already made you! It’s when you’re all dry and nervous that it hurts. Trust me, I’ll make you love it.”
“No,” I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut tighter to block out the persistent, goading look on his face.
“Still no? Okay, but I’ve got nothing to do if you’re gonna do it all by yourself, so I might as well record it. Idle hands and all that—”
“No, please,” I gasp, plunging my fingers into my pussy at warp speed, my thumb smashing my clit desperately as he takes out his phone.
I’m almost there, I think wildly, just a second more and I’ll be free of this. I’ll cum. It’ll be over. But it’s not happening . . . I whimper pathetically as my fingers slip in and out of me uselessly. Fuck this horrifying game! I don’t even resist when I feel his hand slide up-up-up, his middle finger swiping up a stringy trail of my juices, to nudge straight into my unfilled asshole.
“Riley!” I moan, startled when instead of feeling awful it feels good—wildly arousing, even….
I’m so slick that my asshole provides no resistance, his thick finger sliding all the way down to his last knuckle as he chuckles. “See? I can even make the thing that grosses you out hot.”
I don’t know how he knows that I think anal is the most disgusting and perverse sexual act on the planet—but I guess it’s not a surprising leap in intellect to make. Moans slip out of me as he gently fucks my ass with his finger, and I don’t even try to stop him when he rips my shirt up to yank at my bra. My breasts jiggle free as the bra rips off, the old, cotton sportswear hanging loosely from his fist.
“Huh, bigger than I expected,” he says appreciatively, like I’ve purposely been hiding my tits away all these years. “Nice.”
I moan in surprise as he squeezes my teen tits in turn, yelping when he pulls at one of my bubble-gum pink nipples.
“Stop,” I gurgle, intense pleasure rolling through me.
“We keep this up, you might pass out.” His tone sounds falsely apologetic like he’s trying to prevent that for me. “I’m harder than diamonds right now, Jessie. You’ve got a banging body. Now which hole do you want me to stuff?”
It’s getting too hard to tell him ‘no’, my legs trembling as we both plow my virgin holes with our fingers. I’m so fucking close. The edge of bliss is rippling through me, but it’s just out of reach. I whine and twist and buck against our hands harder.
“Please,” I whimper.
“It’s all up to you, sis.” That infuriating joking tone again, like he’s not making me rape myself. “I’ll be your hero—just tell me where you want it. If you let me pick, I’m choosing to shoot it up your sweet little cunny….”
If I were of sound mind, I’d throw up hearing Riley ever say something like that, especially about me. Instead, my pussy spasms around my fingers, my asshole squeezing him in giddy anticipation, giving my desire away.
“You like the sound of that huh? Me nutting deep inside you.”
Oh, God, I need it, my mind blares. I need his cum in me….
But I can’t let him take my virginity. Can’t let him potentially knock me up just because I’m blindingly horny. I’m not going to let him have my ass either, because even though it doesn’t sound gross at the moment, it’s too close to having real sex with him. Which just leaves one option. It should make me sick, but I find myself gurgling hopefully, “My mouth. Give it to my mouth!”
“Ooo, you saucy little minx you,” he says in his infuriating way, his fake-British accent letting me know that this is just a big joke to him . . . that he’s not taking it seriously that he’s taking advantage of his little virgin stepsister in her mind-addled state.
He unzips his jeans when I give a frustrated cry, soothing me with a soft, “I can keep fingering your ass while I do it.”
I close my eyes. Open my mouth. Stick out my tongue like a landing strip for his erection. All my shame and resistance melt away. I need to suck his cock. It’s my purpose. It’ll free me from this endless torment. His cum will make me cum.
“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he whispers as his cockhead slides against my tastebuds.
It’s salty and bitter, but I can’t help but wrap my lips around it, sucking it greedily in, even though it should gross me out—and even though the last thing I should want is to taste more of it.
“Mmm,” I hum around his cock, the pleasure inside me spiking as Riley groans and his cock flexes against my tongue, my eagerness making it slide down-down-down to hit the back of my throat.
“Shit,” he hisses as he spurts a little. “Your eagerness will be promptly rewarded,” he says in his joking tone, trying to cover up how good I’m making him feel.
I don’t pay any attention to his perceived weakness though, my mind turning to pure mush as I slurp on my stepbrother’s thick cock. I’m just another mindless bimbo for him to use—like all the stupid cheerleaders and groupies who probably lined up for a chance to blow him when he was the star quarterback in high school.
If I could think, I’d hate what he’s making me do. But all I can do is grasp at his ass eagerly, pulling him forward with such force that his cock forms a bulge inside my throat.
“Oh shit, Jessie,” he grunts, his finger inside my ass pistoning sharply. “Gonna cum—”
I swallow around him, moaning loudly. I’m so close, so fucking close. My fingers curl up inside my pussy, just as his cock spasms in my throat, the first hot, salty spurt of his cum making my body jolt in electric pleasure.
Everything goes bright, my vision whiting out, my mouth reflexively swallowing as Riley ejaculates. My insides spasm along with him, clenching so tight that my fingers crush together in my orgasming pussy. It feels so good that it nearly hurts.
And then suddenly it’s over. Riley pulls away, wiping the last drizzle of cum on my cheek—our fingers slipping free and leaving me aching and empty. I blink up at him, too stunned to be horrified. What the fuck did we just do?
“Now, I don’t expect you to admit that you were wrong about the porn,” Riley starts lecturing me. “I’ll accept your amazing throat skills as all the evidence I need. I won’t even gloat or tell you that I told you so….” He gives me a pointed look, his eyes sweeping up and down my exhausted, sweaty nudity; I’m fairly certain that I might have pissed myself—or did I really make such a huge, wet spot? It feels like I’m sitting in a puddle. “Anyway, now that you’ve swallowed my load it’s time for you to keep your end of the bargain and do my laundry for me.”
“Fuck you,” I choke out, my throat agonizingly raw. “You tricked me—”
“No need to be a sore loser, Jessie,” he interrupts me with a wave of his hand; I catch a whiff of myself on it, and nearly gag, turning my face as he puts his softening cock away. “How did I trick you? The deal was that if you liked the porn video—and you obviously did—that you would take over my chores. I’ll still let you send me that trash article even, since I said I’d read one to see your, clearly wrong, original side of things….”
“Get out.” My mind is still so frazzled that I can’t form a coherent argument. I feel fried—like I’ve been on one long bender, or like I haven’t slept in days.
“I’ll make it easy for you and dump my dirty clothes outside your door.”
“Out! Now!” I howl, yanking up my jeans and cringing as my wet panties meet my equally wet pussy.
Surprisingly, he doesn’t argue or even scoff, just shrugging at me like I refused some inane offer, like when a woman shakes her head at a man gesturing that she can cut in line. I sit on the edge of my bed for a long while, unable to even move after he leaves. I grab my busted phone—from where Riley left it on my nightstand—but the screen is so cracked that I know without trying that it’ll be impossible to turn on. I toss it away again.
I just sucked my stepbrother off, I think woozily. What the hell got into me?
It feels like a bad dream. I can’t remember what he made me watch, and I don’t understand why it made me react that way. I’d asked Riley to fuck my mouth, hadn’t I? I remember telling him ‘no’ a lot, and I remember him touching me, but I’d asked him to let me blow him . . . and then when he had I’d climaxed with him, helplessly.
He raped you, my defensive thoughts insist. I don’t know how he did it, but he manipulated your mind somehow!
But that’s insane, right? He only sent me a video; it’s not like he drugged my drink. Numbly, I strip off my soiled clothes, walking completely naked down the hall to the bathroom, where I scrub myself raw in the shower. An hour later, I wrap myself in a towel, and do the laundry he’s left outside my bedroom door.
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