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The Hypnosis Ring

Chapter Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Steve should have hardly have been able to believe his luck but, in some small way, his body betrayed that he knew he was in a position that he simply could not have imagined before. His older sister curled up against him, her head on his chest, fingers idly toying with his shirt, pressing it between his fingers and then rolling it back and forth as if she was trying to wear a hole through the fabric. Of course, it was his own hands that shook lightly at his side and one on her back, although she was still under the influence of his mind control. There was no way, otherwise, that she would have ever have been found resting on his chest as if he was the only one in the world for her. Truly, no one else could have come close at all to her darling, dearest brother at that very moment in time.

But why was she there? Even though Steve knew just how he had drawn her to him, the ring firm on his finger, Asha could not know, breathing shortly and shallowly, emotion tight in her throat. It felt so right to be there and yet she could not stave off the sense in her gut too that there was something more, something that she was missing.

Of course, she was comfortable enough in just a T-shirt and panties but there was something slick in them too that she didn't want to think about quite at that moment, biting her lower lip delicately. She didn't bite her lips or even the insides of her cheeks without thinking about it; it was something she'd read in multiple books and magazines about being 'sexy' once upon a time and, for some reason, that little quirk had stuck with her. And she wanted to be sexy to Steve now too, squirming up against him with a soft and sweet little moan that made her brother shudder, hand curling possessively around the small of her back, pressing there.

And she liked it. She liked it very much, in fact. Yet where had such feelings come from?

The morning waited for no one, however, as Steve tenderly kissed her forehead, heart pounding against her skin through the fragile barrier of his chest. Without thinking, she leaned into him, his sweet touch, and his heart soared in reply.

The parting of them had to come sooner or later, however, Asha rising slowly, her body pressing against his in all the right ways. They had to come closer in order to separate and Steve smiled warmly as she pulled away, setting herself on her own two feet, bare toes curling into the carpet that had been replaced just before he'd gone away to university, not yet broken in and worn down. It was a luxurious sensation and yet not one that Steve would enjoy for himself, not partaking in walking around the house in bare feet after several torturous incidents in his childhood where colourful, toy bricks had been involved.

“Er, well…"

Brushing off her T-shirt – had she slept in that too? – of invisible lint, Asha cleared her throat and posed awkwardly with her hip cocked out. And yet, before him, she was suddenly a shy girl all over again, not the confident woman of her current years. Something had shifted between them, seeing her brother in a new light as if the shade that had been covering him for the last several years had, all of a sudden, been lifted.

“I only slept here because you were…homesick," she said lamely, clutching at the first excuse that leapt to her mind. “Your ridiculous nightmares. If you're so sick of this fancy university life you have, maybe you should go back there!"

Her words did not come laced with the venom that he had otherwise come to expect and he only smiled in return, the ring warm and lightly glowing blue on his finger. The powers it boasted, however, meant that no one but him could see the glow – a fact that he had had to deduce very quickly.

There was nothing she could say that would hurt him anymore and Asha would come to understand that too, her fall of soft, blonde hair beautiful. Maybe he could ask her to curl it for him? She'd look even more beautiful then, doing the things that weren't popular or stereotypically beautiful. He'd be the one to help her come into herself even as she stalked away, chin cocked up at a sharp angle that denoted the uncertainty in her heart, the twist and curl of emotions that she still had to come to understand.

“Asha."

She stopped immediately, turning to face him, a servant called to the will of her master.

“Yes, Steve?"

Her lips parted in a smile and his heart lurched. Oh, how much he wanted to lock his lips over those… She didn't need lipstick or gloss or anything at all like that when they were already so plump and kissable. Yet, like so many other women, she thought she was ugly, always something more to be improved or changed about her features like she was a doll to be toyed with, painted in a new face each and every day.

“You will always want to come to me at night and cuddle now," he intoned softly, directing his will through the ring. “You will not be able to resist the desire. Do you understand me, Asha?"

“Yes, I understand!"

She beamed and winked, released from the grip of his control. But she knew not what spell had been placed on her as she left the room, only thinking of getting to work, the little job that her mom had gotten her to take just to keep herself busy as she worked out just what she wanted to do with her life. She wasn't as driven as Rachel but, in that case, Rachel had been softer on her than the older Steve. Maybe she'd expended her wrath on the only male left in her little circle of family for due reason but he was not responsible for the actions of others.

In the wake of his sister, Steve exhaled in a rush of warm breath and flung himself all the way back on the bed, a grin stretching his lips genuinely wide. Warmth flooded him, seeping out into the furthest reaches of every one of his limbs, fingertips tingling sweetly. Had that really just happened? Was he about to coax his sweet sister with her soft lips to do more for him all over again, to be the part of his life that he'd always wanted her to be?

But he could not go too quickly into it, oh no, that would never do. That would be the wrong way to go about it as his relationship with her was not anything at all like the one with his mother. No, there was something different there and he needed to open the door to it, dig it all up and expose it so that it could be examined and reflected on, see if there was the love there ready to bloom as he so terribly and desperately hoped there was.

Sometimes one had to be wrong to be right and he didn't want her to show her love for him without due sincerity, after all. So, slowly it was.

He could be patient with her.

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He exercised all the patience he could that day, waiting on Asha to return home from work, tired on her feet from what little she had done. Steve could not have said that he knew then what her job was or even where she worked but it didn't matter when his heart pounded at the mere sight of her, her long legs on show from beneath a black skirt that was perhaps a shade too short above her knees to be professional. Maybe she was waitressing? No… No, his mother would never let her do that, surely not. It wasn't important enough for his mother, their loving mother.

He shook off the thought. No, no, no… That part of his life didn't matter anymore, not now that he had Rachel well and truly under his control. He would never again be hurt or belittled by her and it was now more than due time to take his revenge, however he decided to play that out.

Rachel was out and he was there alone with his beautiful sister, her face blankly and calmly serene for the moment as she dropped her bag off, not seeming to notice that he was there in the kitchen, waiting for her. The kettle hissed as it boiled, bubbles rising, and she poked her head in curiously, for once not wearing her stern and foreboding mask, the one she used all the time to get people, especially him, to back off from her. That shield had always been there but, with the power of the ring, he was determined to make it crumble, bit by bit.

“Asha," he said, smiling as he leaned back against the counter. “I need your help."

Before, she would have immediately mocked and scorned him but the ring had drawn up something more in her that softened her outlook, features losing their hard lines as she stepped fully into the kitchen, the white button-up blouse smart to match her skirt. And yet he couldn't help but look down the length of her legs as she stood there, mouth dry and a tiny bit of saliva shining at the corner of his lip where it had not been swept away by a virgin's growing lust.

“Yes, Steve?"

She tilted her head curiously, her smile genuine. Oh, why, oh, why, did she have to make his heart leap so? Yet it was a worry that was no longer a true worry in his heart, something that lingered from another time where what he wanted from both life and love simply wasn't a possibility at all.

“I need a lesson," he said simply, tucking his hands over his belt so that they would not shake, the kettle now boiled and yet still forgotten. “You… I need to learn how to kiss the right way. Will you teach me, Asha?"

He softened the order by turning it into a question but there was never really any doubt in his mind what he wanted her to do. The ring glowed and pulsed with different shades, propelling his power through the air between them, crossing any gap that may or may not have been present.

“Oh…" Asha's lips twisted and yet she still did not frown. “Okay then…"

She spoke as if it was a chore, something that she had to do, and that was all good enough for him as long as he got what he needed out of the initial kiss, the liaison that he'd been yearning for. Tucking a strand of blonde hair back behind her ear, she approached him, taking the leading role that he had so very neatly placed her in, the air of controlling the situation in her own hands entirely false but what he wanted to give her the feeling of regardless. It was how it was meant to be, her hands smoothing lightly down his upper arms, feeling the very light muscle beneath the layer of fat to be found there. Steve blushed.

“You need to part your lips a little," she breathed, her lips already very close to his. “Just a little. Not too much for this bit…"

And then her lips were on his – clearly, Asha was someone who preferred to show rather than tell, something that he had not known about her before! She kissed him softly as if he was a long-time lover, pressing up against him as she closed the distance. Taking his hand, she placed it on her cheek, although Steve instinctively slid it around to the back of her neck, toying ever so lightly with the nape, the fluff of extremely soft hair that curled down below the main fall. Asha shivered against him and, kissing her back, a rush of power flooded him. Maybe this kissing thing wasn't so hard to 'learn', after all! Or she could simply have been that good of a teacher.

Asha, however, knew not why she was so incited to kiss her brother. She was teaching him how to kiss? Wasn't he old enough to know how to do that all already for himself? But it was nice in a strange way and she caught herself deepening the kiss without thinking about it, winding her arms up and around his neck as she pulled him in closer to her, heart leaping and pounding, something more driving her on and on and on to make all that she could out of the moment at hand.

She lost herself in the moment, not sparing even a little breath to tell him what he should be doing, how he should be kissing her, for it was all already so very wonderful. He could lust after her all he liked now and she would lean into it, yearning for something that her mind was only just coming to understand. Her full understanding of the passion and the bond between them that, for years, had lurked under a veil of harsh words and times that served to push them apart rather than bring them together, would come to be in time but there was no harm in enjoying the journey there either.

And, so, she allowed his tongue into her mouth, her brother rough and clumsy – and yet that only excited her all the more. Something in the pit of her belly tightened but she could not pause to think about that as her head spun, skin flushing hot in patches that surely had to make her look strange. Preoccupied with her own appearance, she considered, briefly, pulling back, but his mouth just felt so good against hers that she could not stop herself from leaning in further, raking her fingers lightly and sensually through his hair as if she was trying to please him, make him want her like her other boyfriends in the past had too.

Did he want her? Did she really want him to want her?

He didn't put his hands in the right place, however, and Steve groaned into her mouth, clumsily stabbing and pushing his tongue around her mouth as if he was striving to aim for something that he could not see or even feel for himself. But she was a patient teacher and when his fingers groped her ribs rather than a more comfortable spot, she eased his hand back down to her waist, folding his fingers expertly around even as her concentration wavered. Despite all that, he made her feel as if she was lighter than even the air around them, able to lift up, up and away at a moment's notice.

A little more instruction. Holding his face still between her two hands, Asha giggled and withdrew, his tongue slithering from between her lips as he stayed there, panting, his mouth a little too wet for comfort.

“Slowly," she breathed, heart in her mouth, hair in disarray. “Let me lead…"

And he didn't have to let her take the lead but he did anyway, trusting her instruction as she showed him what she liked, even if it was not quite all that detailed in how to kiss, well, anyone else. She allowed her tongue into his mouth that time, demonstrating how to lick and stroke gently without ramming it all the way back, her moans and soft murmurs against his lips slowly but surely encouraging him to try something of the same for himself. His hands did not have to stay on her waist all the time either and he wobbled out waveringly away from her, only for Asha to gently place it on her shoulder, the other finding her cheek with a little more suave finesse.

But it was hard for Asha not to lose control, not to grip his hair and moan against him. The only thing that held her back was the fact that, really, she was very much aware that Steve was still her brother. That should have held more weight in her mind than it did, considering she was making out with him quite passionately, her breathing heavier and his quickening in turn with hers. All of a sudden, everything came easily and his fingers teased lightly along the line of her jaw, sending her heart pounding into such a frenzy that any manner of self-control that she may well have had left went well and truly out the window.

Deeper and deeper, she drew him against her, turning herself back around so that her back was against the counters, moaning into his mouth and Steve responding in kind. He kissed her fiercely as if it was the last time he would ever again be close to her, hands slipping down and down, although she caught his cheeky fingers before they dropped low enough to reach her buttocks, as much as her soul screamed at her to let him do that. And Steve knew all of this turmoil for himself too, mind struggling to keep up as he played out his control only enough so that she would go along with what he suggested for her, the woman that he loved so dearly leading the way with her bond and inclinations for him, all of which must have been simmering just beneath the surface for so many long and cold and lonely years apart.

The door opened at the front of the house and Asha leapt away from him as if she'd been stung, the moment lost as her chest heaved, lips soft and glistening with shared saliva from the warmth of the moment that linked them together. It could only be Rachel and, although she was under Steve's control, Rachel did not know that, gasping as her hands flew to cover her mouth.

“Oh! Mom's home!"

She didn't know that it would have all have been okay and that wasn't something that Steve, as yet, wanted to push her into as he shook his head and looked at the kettle, which was now no longer at the boil that he wanted it to be. But his cock was hard and ready, tenting out the front of his jeans as he exhaled a rush of breath, for once more confident and sated in his own skin than he ever had been before. Was this what it felt like to be normal? Maybe Asha was the key to that, if so… There was only one way to find out.

Yet she surprised him by dropping a final kiss on his cheek, a smile brightening her face even as she darted back.

“We'll have another lesson whenever you like!"

Maybe then he'd exerted a little too much control over her then, he thought as she walked away, a little bob in her step that made her buttocks tightening and shiver delightfully. It was a shame that she'd moved his hands from them but he could ease that bit in too as she came more and more into his arms, into his seduction, however he needed the magic of the hypnosis ring to implement it.

Asha murmured a greeting to her mother as they passed in the hallway, pressing her fingers wonderingly to her lips as if she too did not quite understand what had taken place, the sheer gravity of it all. Was she falling for him? Her chest was tight in a good way, fingers tingling, that tingling spreading through her entire body as if something was happening to her, changing her. She wanted to be near him, giggling like a schoolgirl all over again, even though she had never, not even once, acted that way around her brother before. It was strange and, still, she wanted it, heart leaping at the mere thought of him and her lips picking up in the ghost of a loving smile.

Leaning against the wall at the base of the stairs, she groaned softly, quietly so that no one else would hear her. She could not go back to the kitchen, back to Steve… She didn't know what she'd do if she faced him again so soon.

I… This is wrong.

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And yet beautiful Asha would never find the will to stop it as he led her into a brighter time of life and love altogether.

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“Come one!"

Frowning, Steve focused on the TV screen, the smaller one that had been designated to his home bedroom (he'd really have to see about getting something better now that he was the one calling all of the shots). His old Playstation still worked too and he growled at the screen as he hammered away at fantasy characters on the screen, mind already wandering to the next old game that he'd pick up, a first-person shooter that had been all the rage back then and still had a huge franchise going for it.

Yet not even he could have expected Asha to burst in entirely unannounced and, at that point, unwelcomed, her lips twisted in an ugly fashion that entirely detracted from her beauty. Despite himself, he could not help his eyes from dropping to her breasts and a low groan from rising up from the back of his throat, quivering lightly as he took in her roughly unkempt beauty, a few too many buttons on the casual blouse she'd picked out for relaxing at home that day undone. But maybe she was trying to draw his attention too already… A man could only hope.

Her expression, however, was far from welcoming as she growled and made other noises of frustration that, truly, had no name that he was familiar with. He shrank back automatically, slipping into old habits without thinking. Just what had gotten into her?

“So, what are you doing?" She huffed, acting as if he had personally affronted her by merely being in his room gaming, if not all that quietly. “It sounds like someone's being murdered in here! Just

Blinking at her, Steve swallowed hard, anxiety churning up in his guts. No… He had to remind himself, his sister glaring at him viciously, arms folded tightly across her tits and foot tapping as she waited, as demandingly as ever, on an answer. He didn't have to feel like that anymore. There wasn't anything to worry about.

“Is something wrong, Asha?"

His words came out a little more robotic than he may have otherwise have liked but he was still learning the ropes of his new life, the one that he had set out for himself to be lived just as he wanted it to be lived. Truly, it was all that he could ask for from himself to take those steps that he had been denied for so long.

Asha was less obliging, her scowl deepening.

“What do you care?"

Steve raised his eyebrows. Well, she didn't have to be like that. The ring glowed as he reached for its power, swirling around her and drawing his sister to him in wisps of floating, wavering smoke. She parted her lips but any sound that she may have made was lost in the rustle of her movement, meeting him at the bed as he swung his legs over the edge, sitting up straight. His game had been paused but he now had a very different goal and ploy in mind and to hand,

“Tell me what's wrong."

Taking a deep breath, Asha flicked her hair back, unable to resist his will. And, truly, she could never resist the lure of someone to rant off a good story to even if that person was never usually her brother!

“There's this thing with Cassie and, well, she has been hanging out with Josh so much lately, I don't know what he sees in her. He's always off with his bikes anyway and doesn't pay much attention to Cassie, which she complains about constantly, and…"

“No."

Stopped dead in her tracks, Asha's mouth hung open, eyes wide.

“But you asked me to tell you what was wrong!"

That little bit of offence rising through was evidence that he did not have complete control over her but, well, sometimes it required a little bit of control to get to the meat of an issue. Smiling gently, Steve pressed in on her with the power of the ring, lips moving quietly. He didn't need to raise his voice to be heard clearly.

“You're telling me about other people. Tell me what is actually wrong…directly."

“Oh!"

Asha straightened her back and shoulder blades, scowl gone as if the clarity of the moment managed to wipe it entirely from her face.

“My friends," she said at last, the simplicity of it all ringing through. “They didn't invite me to a party and I'm upset about it… They could have invited me but I don't know what's happened. I feel left out…"

Swallowing hard, Asha looked down.

“Nobody wants me there anymore."

In that sentence alone he heard himself in so many years of trying to amuse himself, left out alone while everyone else got to have the fun that they clearly deserved over him. It surprised him just how red-hot the anger rose up, searing through his stomach and intestines as if there was a very physical change in his body.

It wasn't right. It wasn't fucking right at all.

And he was going to fix that.

“Get dressed up really nice," he said, forcing his voice to be as steady and even as possible. “Like you are going to that party, right now. Heels, make-up – whatever makes you feel good. I'm going to take you out and we're going to have fun even without those people that you think are your friends. More fun than you'd have at that party!"

Raising both eyebrows, the still suggestible Asha tipped her head to the side, lips pressed lightly together and pursed.

“Why are you taking me out? What's caused this change in attitude, Steve? Hm? I thought you didn't like going out."

She was right there and he clawed for an answer, fumbling in the moment. He didn't want to force her with the ring, toying with only enough power to keep things moving forward in as natural a way as possible, but sometimes there was a greater power of persuasion that a man could hold in his arsenal at the ready.

“It's to..." Think, man, think! “I need help, don't I, Asha? I need to be trained to be a better man. You can show me how it is to be a man, a boyfriend."

Of course, it was a stretch and no one under the influence of the hypnosis ring would have fallen for it. At worst, they would have shunned him, treated him as insane for making such a suggestion, while, at best, they may have just laughed. One under his mind control, however, only smiled and blushed, sitting back on her heels as if she was struck by a sudden sense of shyness right then and there.

“Alright then!"

Thankfully, the power of the ring held true and she skipped off to dress up as he'd asked, although the outfit she came out in made him feel considerably underdressed. Of course, Asha was not a woman that was ashamed or shy about her body in the slightest, despite thinking that she needed to fix things and change things about it, her dress cutting across her mid-thighs (maybe a little higher) with a tassel that hung down for just a little bit more respectability. Her top exposed her stomach and hinted at her breasts, although they were merely a rising curve through the ruffled fabric, well-covered to compensate for the skin she exposed on her legs.

It was her hair swept back and plaited away from the vulnerable expanse of her neck, however, that did it for Steve, tugging at the sleeves of his smart jacket as he sweated nervously. She was perfect in every way and yet could not see it for herself. It was only the power of the ring that had brought her to him in the light of all that was hers and honest and true to take. Yet was he really about to go out on a date with Asha?

Hell to it if he wasn't!

Offering his arm to her, Steve smiled as genially as he could, hoping she did not see through his nerves.

“Tonight, we are boyfriend and girlfriend. Let's have a great time!"

In his eyes, they had the best evening out that a boyfriend and a girlfriend ever could, although he didn't exactly have all that much experience to go on, in all fairness. He took her to dinner at a posh restaurant that he could only just afford (hm, well, he did have access to his mother's wallet now, might be best to pay himself back for some of the troubles and grief of his younger years with her), a candle lit and flickering merrily between them. The food had been the finest and conversation between them had flowed naturally, sweetly, as if they had always been meant to go out together. Or maybe that was just his over-active imagination at work.

For the fun to come, however, it was only a shame that he was not able to use the powers of the hypnosis ring on himself, for he was, by far, not the best dancer in the world. On a Saturday night, the club was busy and heaving with flesh and ready bodies, sweat glistening beneath the flashing strobe lights, but that did not dissuade Asha from dragging him out and partying like it was her last day on earth. He gave it his best shot too and she gallantly showed him some moves, which he copied too to the very best of his ability, which was not too much at all, to be fair to him. Yet her smile sparkled and her eyes were alive with passion like nothing he'd ever seen before on her face, wanting nothing more than to take her lusts and loves into his arms right then and there and make sweet love to her where they stood. But that would come in time, when they both wanted it.

Coming home was an experience and Steve smiled, pretending to sneak through the house with a slightly tipsy Asha on his arm. Rachel wouldn't care about them being out, or he would make it so she didn't know or care in due course, tumbling eventually into Asha's bedroom with many a muffled giggle and a stumbled or two.

He didn't ask her for it but she kissed him on the cheek and then her lips were on his and he forgot about the date and the little alcohol he too had consumed, not enough to make either of them more than lightly tipsy. He hadn't' wanted anything to inhibit her decision making when he already had the ring ready to provide the perfect level of control, opening her up to greater suggestibility and leaving it at that. If she was going to fall for him, well…he wanted it to come from her heart.

Her tongue invaded his mouth and she took the lead, solely because she was the more experienced partner in whatever kind of relationship they had going on. Her skin flushed out and Asha moaned without thinking into his mouth, that clumsy appendage wriggling up against hers. Oh, it was awkward in all the right ways, reminding her of the time when she herself had lost her virginity, but that was all okay as long as it was her brother. And it was alright, surely, if all she was doing was teaching him about love and how to do things? It didn't matter if she enjoyed it too…rather a lot.

Her heart pounded and he leaned into her, drawing her back onto her bed as he lay back, her legs straddling his hips, squeezing in. Steve could not help his shaft rising to the occasion, so to speak, but Asha didn't even seem to notice as she kept right on kissing him, the ring glowing faintly but not actively as if it too was aware that the game had changed and it had done its job, as it always had, more than admirably.

And then she drew back, eyes wide and staring, lips moist from the kiss. Asha's chest rose and fell rapidly, Steve catching a strand of her hair and entwining it, lovingly, around his fingers. She had to say something, biting her lip, teeth digging in lightly, sexily, just the right about to make him grunt, sweating, heart in overdrive. How could any normal man ever hope to control himself around her? And he was not any normal guy either…

“I…" Asha lowered her eyes shyly, forcing up the words that she so badly knew that she needed to say, a flood rushing onwards without any hope of being stopped in its tracks. “I know…"

Steve blinked at her, mind not computing, although there was not all that much that she could possibly know.

“What do you mean? You know…what? Asha?"

Was he going to make her spell it out for him? Asha chuckled very lightly under her breath; thankfully, Steve did not catch it.

“I know how you feel about me," she said as gently as she possibly could, well-aware that she was holding his heart in her hands at that very moment. “And…it's okay. I understand more than you think I do, believe me."

He swallowed hard but it did nothing to dislodge the lump in his throat as he tried to make sense of what she was saying, whether she meant it or not, whether it was the ring making her say that or something more. He looked down at his hands, although she did not follow his line of sight, the ring quiet and still without even the barest semblance of a glow. Of course, some level of it must have still been acting on her to even be on top of him, astride, at that very moment in time, but it could not have been much…not really.

With his mouth dry and heat searing through his body, tears prickling up in the corners of his eyes, he shakily reached for her face, tracing the curve of her cheek as she hesitated and then leaned into his touch. Would there ever be a woman more beautiful than Asha? It was no wonder that he'd fallen for her with her perfect cheekbones, the dance in her eyes when she smiled, the swell of her breasts developing into such a womanly, attractive form. She had changed before him while they'd been growing up and, even though it had taken him longer to get there himself, he'd changed too, seeing her for the stunning creature she was.

He had to tell her.

“Asha… I…"

But that was all he got out as she sat bolt upright, lips parted in a gasp that he didn't hear over the roar of blood between his ears.

“Quick! Hide! I can hear mom!"

In an astounding burst of speed she had him off the bed and poked him under it, prodding and jabbing while he tried to protest, half-laughing at the ridiculousness of such a situation that could be solved in a flash if only she allowed him a moment in which to speak and explain that he could make things okay, they could get back to kissing, all would be well.

“Wait, Asha, it's okay, I can –"

With a firm shove, she silenced him, eyes frantic even as she disappeared and the drape of the oversized duvet cast over the edge of the bed, mostly shielding him from view even if someone had been lying flat on the floor, peering beneath the frame itself. No one standing, of course, would have thought to look under the bed unless there was reason to and he pressed his cheek to the carpet to muffle his chuckles as their mother approached, footsteps resounding lightly in subtle vibrations through the flooring itself.

“There's no time! Quiet!"

And, so, he didn't get the chance to tell her that he could control Rachel too (not that such a revelation would bother her in the slightest with what the ring could do to her mind and sense of right and wrong), their mother knocking once and then opening the door again without waiting for an answer. He could feel the disapproval in her gaze – it was a rather late hour, after al – and smirked in relief to know that he would never again be the subject of that particular look ever again.

“Asha? Is everything okay in here?"

Rachel's eyes narrowed suspiciously, her austere gaze missing nothing.

“I heard voices…"

She left the question open-ended deliberately and Rachel gulped, though tried to hide it as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. It was a little too high for her, toes just about dangling, although that had left plenty of space beneath it for Steve to hide, just able to see both pairs of their feet clad in socks and slippers respectively. It would have been better, however, for him if they had both been naked, of course, solely as that would have meant that their bodies were on show for him, tits out for him to do with as he willed.

“Yes, everything's fine," Asha said, her voice only a little higher-pitched than normal. “I'm sorry, mom, I was out with Gina and it's later than I thought it was."

“Did Gina stop by here?"

“No… No, she went straight home in a taxi. She's fine, mom."

“Then I'm wondering who you're talking to in here."

“Just myself, mom – jeez!"

Steve shook his head, turning the ring around and around his finger over and over again. It spun and glowed but he did not exert his will over his mother, allowing Rachel to handle it as she willed, protecting him. Maybe their mother would try to punish her for going out, even though his sister was very much an adult, but he would ensure that it didn't come to that. In his own way too, he would protect her and, under his care and guidance, Asha would never come to any harm.

As their conversation trailed off into sleepy yawns, he smiled quietly.

He was in control and all was well.

*

The week passed quietly, without incident. He initiated some things with Asha but trembled, backing out before pushing it too far. Somehow, it was more potent still than doing things with his mother or even Mrs Beckett, the lecturer, and he couldn't take that first step without the delicious trepidation of building up to it. And that was alright too for it was quite sure that Asha wasn't going anywhere or falling for anyone else at all while he was there and the ring called her in to him, drawing her to Steve every night to snuggle into his arms and explore just how well his body fit and moulded itself around hers.

At the weekend, however, things changed. With Steve lying in his bed, Asha curled up beside him, her eyes wide open. It was early morn for the weekend and she didn't have work that day, simply watching him as he breathed peacefully and serenely in sleep, fingers itching to stroke his face. And yet she didn't want to wake him or leave him, trapped in place where she was with the bundle of conflicting emotions in her heart.

Did she like him…maybe even love him? It was hard to say and she knew, truly, that he was her brother too and she was supposed to like him but nothing more than that. She was never supposed to warm to the sight of him, peering at him out of the corner of her eye and shooting him flirty looks from across the room that his naïve, sweetly so, mind simply did not pick up on. It was forbidden to love him and yet the beginnings of that illicit love were there anyway, clawing for dominance over her heart while her mind fought to wrench them away. Truly, it was a surprise to her that those feelings had even been allowed to arise after so long but they had always been there to some extent and she had to accept that too, as difficult as it made things, especially between them.

She could only try. And that meant taking a big risk.

She wouldn't wake him – not yet. Running her hand down his body, the bed sheets pushed off their bodies, she whimpered softly and teased her hand under his nightshirt, the grey thing that was completely shapeless. Maybe taking him shopping should be on the agenda… It was one little thing that she could do for him, all to help darling, dearest Steve. But reaching into his loose pyjama bottoms, ones too that she would have to replace for him with something a little more alluring, something more befitting her lover.

His cock was her goal and she tried not to think, hardly breathing, as she fished it out, only revealing his nudity enough so that she could get her hand around it, although she could not resist a light, admiring squeeze of his balls. Steve was everything that her sordidly kinky little mind had hoped he would be and so very much more too, fantasies in overdrive as she sought to make real every last one of them that had been flowing through her mind over and over again in recent days, demanding attention to the rampant exclusion of all else.

Steve's shaft was soft but that was okay: she could fix that. Still trying to do her very best not to wake him, she stroked and teased his cock gently, keeping her motions smooth as if she was moving with the easing glide of oil to guide her way. There was no time for it to be spoiled or rushed and she had to make the most of every last movement while she had it, his length throbbing within her hand, that part of him slowly but surely waking up as she stimulated him. Asha could have been said to have just a little more practice, at the very least, than Steve, as kind-hearted as he was.

Of course, as per the orders he had placed on her, she was naked already and her breasts squeezed lightly together as she wriggled in closer to him, stroking and coaxing his half-hard shaft to full thickness and firmness, filling up her hand nicely. It was enough for a handful and a manageable one, her heart in her mouth as she pumped him, skin tugging along his length lightly as she continued her very intimate massage.

“Whuh… What?"

Blinking, Steve awoke too quickly, half-sitting up as he pushed his torso up from the bed, lower jaw slack. What was happening? And why… But the answer to his half-formed, sleepy questions were swiftly answered as she gave his cock a harder stroke, throwing all she held dear and close to her to the abandon of the winds of change, delving into the moment open-heartedly.

“Hey, bro…"

Asha chuckled half-abashed but was not about to stop as his cock twitched in her hand, the mental part of his arousal urging him on more and more. Groaning deep in the back of his throat, he arched up into her touch, shimmying over onto his back a little bore, barely able to believe his luck.

“Oh, god, Asha… What are you doing to me? Oh, hell, that feels…"

Yet she forced him to trail off as she growled passionately and lunged for him, closing the distance between them lustfully, a lioness on the prowl for the prey that, all of a sudden, she was oh so very desperate to ensure did not get away. He was hers and no one else's! In the over-boiling off lust, she lost sense of herself, kissing him deeply, quieting him of any protests that she may have thought that he would have, the trembling in her heart and bosom too fierce for there ever to be any hope of quenching it bar with the inevitable.

Slowly, slowly, she worked him up, Steve kissing her back as clumsily and lovingly as he possibly could, struggling to retain any sense of himself in the moment. Was it all really happening? Was he really that lucky? He could not have said and he couldn't even spare a glance at the ring, although it was still on his finger, just as it always was. Did it glow or was it quiet, quiet in admiration of the lust that he may very well have managed to raise in his sister regardless of all else that was happening in the world and his life at that time?

Her hand on his cock was divine – there was no other word for it. Her finely manicured nails curved around delicately, cautious of his skin, and she pumped him feverishly, tongue battling teasingly and playfully with his, although there was no dominance at play between them, only mutual love and admiration for one another. Steve moaned and accidentally grazed some part of her mouth – he couldn't tell in the heat of the moment – with his teeth, but none of that mattered as the need to cum, to climax in his sister's beautiful, tender hand, rose and rose, clawing at his mind like a beast that could only be unleashed.

“Mmmph!"

Half-fighting her, he sucked in all the breath he could through his nostrils, the little puckers flaring and tugging in, suddenly no longer enough to draw in all the breath he needed for his lungs. It was shameful, truly, to climax so quickly but she'd been what he'd been dreaming of for so very long that the desire hissed through him, hot and cold, every inch of his skin trembling, hairs rising as if taken by goose pimples. And yet it was still something very much more that seared through him, nuts churning and seeming to shift, although that surely wasn't possible… He could not have said that he was particularly experienced in the art of orgasms but, well, it was just as well that that was where Asha could lead him on, teach him the ways of that manner of love too.

Her lips broke from his, passion shining in her eyes.

“Cum for your big sister," she whispered, lips a hair's breadth from his, breath washing over him luxuriously. “I want it… Your cum!"

She drew back enough for him to see the hanging curves of her tits, tipped with those delicious nipples. Oh, how he wanted to suckle them into his mouth! He'd only, so far, had that luxury with Rachel and he had abused the privilege to high heaven too, swirling his tongue around those delicious nubs of hot flesh over and over again, listening to her moans. Would Asha moan so sweetly for him too when she finally and freely gave herself to him? Little did Steve know that, even then, he already had her.

“That's it, love, cum for me… You know you want to."

She encouraged him on gently as he humped and ground, a feral beast beneath her, gasping as his muscles tightened, that prelude to orgasm that could not be staved off. Did she even know what she was doing to him? The glint in his sister's eye told him that she did – very much so too.

“Come on, bro… You can do it… Give me your cum!"

And it was with her breasts filling his vision, hungrily zeroing in, that he moaned and humped and climaxed madly in the early morn, spilling his hot load over her hand in a throb and dribble of cum. The spurts were thicker and fuller than they had been with his mother – perhaps the experience with someone else, first of all, helped a little? He had no time, however, to think of that as his head spun and spun, the very room itself tipping off-kilter as she kept stroking and pumping, seeming to know instinctively just how much he could take even as his cock grew more and more sensitive to the point where he simply could not bear even that touch of hers anymore.

“A-Asha…" Against himself, he tried to talk, even as his seed spilt over her hand, cock hard and desperate. “What… What's going on? What are you doing?"

Oh, as if asking the same questions all over again was actually going to get him anywhere! And yet his sister merely released his cock, kissing him deeply and passionately as if he was the only person in the world for her, allowing his young body that time in which it could recover. Her breasts pressed up against him and he trembled bodily, hands coming up to them as if drawn there by an opposing magnetising force, squeezing and massaging, rolling them between his hands as her nipples poked out lightly between his fingers.

She was perfect, too perfect for him, her breasts filling his hands and spilling over even as he tried to manage them, to adore and stroke them, feel every last little nuance and curve as they softened lightly beneath his eager palms. Tweaking her nipples made her grunt into his mouth and, keen to elicit such a reaction again, he repeated the motion, his sister shuddering above him as his cock, more rapidly than expected, rose back to full, wanton mast, his question still hanging, unanswered, in the air between them. Yet it was not destined, of course, to be ignored.

“I'm getting you ready, darling," she breathed, kissing him gently as she broke for breath. “It's about time that you lost your virginity, isn't it?"

It was not the softness in her that got him hard and wanton in but an instant but it certainly helped some, easing the tension and nerves from his mind, fluttering hand in hand with raw excitement. Was it really going to happen? And he hadn't used the ring anymore, just letting her think, letting her know, that it was all okay to love and lust as she did!

Everything happened quickly then, his heart in his mouth, breath raking over it, lungs working overtime. Blood roared dully between his ears and he kissed her as well as she had taught him how, letting his tongue stroke ever so lightly across her lower lip as she had said she loved, what made her feel good. And then her legs squeezed around him, pussy trailing over his cock, a soft embrace as her folds bowed in around him, the pressure of his achingly hard shaft stirring up deeper feelings inside her than either of them really could have anticipated. Asha, to say the least, was unwilling to wait and, maintaining eye contact with the man that she could only now call her lover, she sank down on his length, slipping every last inch into her pussy as he filled her up wonderfully.

His sister moaned and Steve muttered something uncouth under his breath, one hand snatching up hers, interlinking their fingers even as she rode him. His other hand wandered, enjoying her body – a breast here and a touch of her hips there, even grazing down to the pulsating nub of her clit, which was impossible to miss on her cunny, the hairs that were found there neatly trimmed. It made everything easier to find, for which he was grateful, even though he wondered, a little greedily, just what other things she could do with her body there, what bits he'd missed so far.

Yet it was not time for his mind to wander as he tried to jerk his hips up, scrabbling and failing to get purchase as he was pleasantly forced to merely enjoy the hump and grind of her hips rising and falling on his shaft. She moaned above him, tits bouncing with each and every push of her hips, cunny massaging and clenching around his cock as if he was the best thing in the world for her, the only thing, all she could ever want… No, one thought could not even be held onto as they rocked and ground together in carnal lust, well and truly breaking the bonds of family and bringing together new bonds altogether.

It was not the time for mixed feelings and Asha shoved all thoughts of what they were doing being wrong as she slammed down on Steve's crotch, hissing out through her teeth as her passage tightened around him. He was her brother! But he was also her lover now and he felt so very good inside her, making her want to take him deeper and deeper, even if she already had the full length of his sopping wet cock rammed deliciously up into her.

“Do I feel good?" She grunted, a little too loudly for the privacy that their tryst truly should have needed. “Do you like my pussy, little bro? You're not so little anymore…"

Steve's mouth opened and closed but every last ounce of his breath was used up in the art of breathing, struggling to drag in breath after breath as she rode him. If he'd known sex was so good, he might well have tried just a little bit harder to do it earlier! But it was really Asha that he'd wanted all along and he could neither blame nor hold himself accountable for remaining a virgin for so long. It was not as if he would say, in the slightest, that it wasn't worth it in the end.

No… She was heaven, every inch of her pussy as his cock slid in and out, driving up the rise of orgasm once more, eager to cum all over again. He had more stamina the second time around but not enough to hold off from his first real time being buried inside a woman's pussy – and his sister to that matter too! She rose and fell above him like an angel of lust and he stared into her eyes, completely and utterly devoted to her above all else, the pulsing ripple and tease of her cunny around him pulling him on and on, closer and closer with every second that dared to pass.

“Come on, bro, you know you want to… You want to cum in me."

Salaciously, she fluttered her eyelashes at him, playfully teasing him on. His gut clenched involuntarily in a good way, muscles tightening for a brief moment.

“Please cum in your sister, Steve, I've got to have it!"

And she did too, leaning forward on his chest for balance as she heaved and panted and forced out words that were meant to convey just how much she needed his cum, wanted him to fill her up, but hardly managed to around each rasping, gasping breath she needed too. But Steve knew that she wanted it and growled like a more masculine version of himself, gripping her hips firmly as she squealed in orgasmic abandon, the massaging pull of her pussy sending him over the edge in a fit of glory.

It was nothing like getting off in someone's hand and Steve's vision sparked off with a thousand lights, fireworks seemingly erupted on the interior of his lowered eyelids. Whether he was with his sense of reality or somewhere else entirely was not the question as his cock throbbed, delivering thick spurt after spurt of cum into his sister, her moaning out all the while through her orgasm just how much she loved his cock, how much she wanted his cum. How she managed to get the words out was beyond him as he gasped and gaped, entirely taken up by the mere act of orgasm body shifting and tensing in climax beneath his fingers.

As glorious as it was, it could not last forever and they came down from their joint high shyly, cuddling in together without the need for words. Limbs tucked in together and they giggled with slight embarrassment, his cum trickling from her pussy even as she luxuriously clenched as if trying to hold it in. Although she may not have understood the urges pulsing through her, Asha did know that she needed him, her brother, regardless of whether it was right or wrong. And a little fun never hurt anyone even though she could not, as yet, admit to anything deeper, the twisting of something more striving to rise up from her beating heart.

One day, it would come. But, until then, they had all the time in the world together, all for Steve to explore his sexuality and all that his dear, dear sister could possibly do for him. Smiling serenely, he drifted into a half-dozed, eyes half-closed so that he could still see the rise of her hair, fluffed up and unkempt in the very best of ways, framing her like a golden halo.

He had his sister. And now the rest of his life would be just as he'd always imagined it to be.

*

_ _

“Yeah, it's been, like, super busy lately. Just… Oh… Oh…"

Lying back on her bed with a low-cut T-shirt on and no pants whatsoever, Asha tried her best to continue the conversation with her friend on the phone, their faces on one another's screens. Maybe it was not the best idea of something to do while her boyfriend-slash-brother was fucking her missionary, her legs sensually wrapped up and around his waist, but, oh well: it was too late for worries about what was or what could have been on that count.

Her friend, however, could not fail to realise that there was something not quite right with Asha, despite hesitating to bring it up as she moaned again.

“What… Asha, is something wrong?"

On the screen, her friend blushed and Asha raised both eyebrows, slyly relaxing back into the pillows.

“Oh… It's all okay Harrie," she said, using her friend's nickname even as Steve grunted quietly, working himself up to a fervent climax. “It's just…hm… How would I put it?"

Asha's face twisted, unable to hide her pleasure as his cock pumped her, sliding in sweetly all the way up to her innermost barrier with each and every stroke. He didn't slam into it either, not like some guys that thought that was sexy, filling her just enough for her eyes to roll, throat tense with held breath and pulse jumping.

“The truth would be nice."

Harrie's dry humour was legendary and, well, if there were any of her friends that she could trust with even a modicum of the truth at hand, it was her. Smirking, Asha cocked an eyebrow cheekily and let out her loudest moan yet, teasing her friend as much as Steve, her brother swallowing his own lust and working harder, always harder, still wanting to please her after so much that had gone by before.

“Asha… Are you masturbating?!"

Well, maybe that little bit of the truth would have to do.

“Yeah…" Asha smirked mischievously. “And you could say that I found a dildo that fits me perfectly!"

And it was in the loudness of shocked silence down the phone line that Asha climaxed, hissing and groaning like a being possessed, hand snaking back into the pillows of the bed, gripping and squeezing as if to anchor herself in place in the storm ensuing. Her brother hardly slowed, intent on his high, but her head spun in orgasmic ecstasy, lust rising up thick and fast through her as if someone, just maybe, had put a spell on her. Yet if it was a spell of any kind, then she never again wanted to lack the symptom of the bewitched, trapped beneath Steve as he filled her sweetly.

It was the beginning of something but only time would tell just how far they would take it together.