I knew I wanted to fuck my little sister the moment she came home from overseas. Eve is 26 years old — ten years younger than I am — and in the five years since I had seen her last, she had acquired a sumptuous woman’s body. I just knew she would enjoy fucking — and more importantly that I would enjoy fucking her. She was perfect for me and I didn’t care that she was my sister.
My Sister Eve is my new novel— get your copy at All These Roadworks! It contains themes of MF sex, incest, mind control, non-consent, virginity, forced breeding, bimbofication, enslavement and object insertion.
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My Sister Eve: Chapter 1
[‘My Sister Eve’ contains brother-sister incest, non-con sex and domination, first time themes, forced breeding, mind control, bimbofication, enslavement and object insertion. It is 100% fictional fantasy. All characters are over 18.]
Connor
I knew I wanted to fuck my little sister the moment she came home from overseas.
Eve is 26 years old — ten years younger than I am — and in the five years since I had seen her last, she had acquired a sumptuous woman’s body.
She wasn’t tall but her hips were wide and perfectly sloped for a man’s hands. Her belly curved outwards with a gentle swell below a narrow waist. Looking at her belly, I immediately couldn’t get the image out of my head of what she would look like heavily pregnant.
Her breasts were the biggest surprise of all — big and round and tipped with hard nubs of nipples that were evident even when she was wearing a bra under her dress. I just knew she would enjoy fucking — and more importantly that I would enjoy fucking her.
She was perfect for me and I didn’t care that she was my sister. I wanted her soft body beneath me, I wanted to hear her gentle murmurs of protest as I held her down, stilling any resistance to my mastery. I wanted to feel her tight channel all around my dick as I drove myself into her. I wanted to yell as I exploded deep into her insides.
It took me less than a day to decide that I would claim her.
I would get my pleasure inside her body, whether she wanted it or not — and I would breed her as well. Her soft body would become my nightly, lustful temple and she would produce many children for me.
I knew it was wrong, I shouldn’t even be contemplating using any woman like that, let alone my sister.
But my sister Eve is a sweet and generous person. The world deserves more like her, and so I didn’t think breeding her without her consent was too bad.
I also knew — because her best friend had gossiped about it in front of me — that she was still a virgin. That sent me wild like nothing else and firmed up my plans to fuck her soon. Suddenly, after not really thinking about her for all the years she had been overseas, I wanted to be the man who took her virginity.
I knew that I couldn’t bear to stand by while she chose another man to enjoy her and plant himself inside her. Maybe, later on, when she was well trained, I would share her around — I realised that I liked the thought of watching other men riding her — but I would choose any other men she fucked myself.
Eve was going to be my fuckslave. She’s such a sweet person that I didn’t even think she would object too much, at least once she’d gotten used to the idea.
I started by inviting Eve to come and live in my house with me.
It wasn’t hard to persuade her. I had inherited the house from our parents when they passed away a few months earlier, the misogynist strain in my father having decided that the older son should receive the bulk of the inheritance and the comfortable house our parents lived in. It seemed only logical that Eve should live here too — it was her house as well, after all.
She had decided to volunteer for a year after finishing university overseas, and so moving in with me was perfect. On her first day, I told her that I wanted to always have dinner together — like a family. Eve agreed, somewhat shyly, and so my plan began.
Following in my father’s footsteps, I had long been a subscriber to the latest hypnosis research conducted by the highly-regarded Belgrave-Warden Institute for Psychic Research. When my father had run the family business, we had even participated in some of their pilot studies that revolved around hypnotising customers to prefer our services over other similar businesses.
I had abandoned that when I took over from him. It felt too much like trickery for me and I wanted to be a quality business that would provide honest services.
Nevertheless, their research about the human psyche intrigued me. I maintained his subscription to their journal and his membership of the Institute’s exclusive research club. The most recent research from the Institute indicated that their techniques worked best when allied with certain medications — so I acquired a steady supply of the most efficacious drugs and started work to train Eve as my compliant fuckslave.
This might sound villainous but you have to understand two things.
First, I was going to fuck Eve no matter what. She was mine. She hadn’t made strong ties to anyone or anything while studying overseas and, now she was back at home, she seemed content to drift without strong purpose. If she wasn’t going to make use of her undoubted assets, I would enjoy her enough for both of us.
Second, I was making it as easy for her as possible. As my fuckslave, Eve wouldn’t have to make difficult decisions whether to say ‘yes’ to me or not. She wouldn’t have to feel responsible when she felt me pushing my hard dick into her body, when I used her nightly, getting my pleasure again and again.
And she certainly wouldn’t have to feel responsible when my baby started growing inside her.
In choosing to mind control her, I was doing her a favour, and I knew that she would recognise that too.
Eve
I thought living with Connor would be awkward.
After all, he’s so much older than me — 36 to my 26 — and we never spent much time together when we were growing up. Our parents, not really interested in family, brought us up in separate houses and always sent us in different directions. Most of my memories of him are fleeting.
But he proved a surprisingly good housemate. I really appreciated him offering that I could stay with him for as long as I wanted. I could tell he felt guilty that our father had settled the house on him. I did get an inheritance, of course, and it provides an allowance that is enough to live on even — but Connor inherited the house and the family business.
Even though he’s worked hard to make that business even better than when he inherited it, he still inherited far more than I did. I knew he had offered to have me live here as a sop to his conscience.
I would have understood it if he had felt obliged to offer me a home but still hated having me around.
But I enjoyed living with him and I even thought he enjoyed living with me. He was a good cook and he cooked most evenings, leaving me free to read or play games. I always insisted on cleaning up afterwards — I didn’t want him to think I was lazy — and of course I did my share of the cleaning and other tasks.
Actually, I think living with him would have been perfect except for one small thing.
I couldn’t get him out of my thoughts. Even when I met him, that first day when I came home, I thought he was terrifyingly, achingly hot.
I’ve always been into men older than me and he was the perfect age for me. His deep voice seemed to stir me deep inside when he teased me. He worked out hard and he had always looked after himself, so he was fit and strong. And he was kind to me.
I felt like Connor and I were also soon fast friends, in a way that I haven’t ever really experienced with a man.
That sounds silly, because I know I’m pretty and I think I’m a nice enough person. But I’ve always been awkward around men — men my own age because I never know what to say and I’m scared they’ll fall in love with me, and men older than me, because I know I’m into them far, far too much.
But I wasn’t awkward around Connor because he was my brother and he was just so easy to get along with. Sure, he ordered me around a bit in funny little ways — making sure that I worked out in his home gym or randomly telling me to wear the pink dress he liked so much — but I didn’t mind. I’ve always been comfortable with others taking the lead and he is my bigger brother after all.
No, the biggest problem was that I started fantasising about him at night — sexually fantasising, I mean. Sometimes he seemed to date women, but it was never anything serious, and so he wasn’t just hot, he was also available. My mind built itself a little fantasy where he wasn’t actually my brother — it was all a mistake, our parents had adopted him and never told us — and where I could actually let him fuck me.
A fantasy where he wanted to fuck me.
I felt so embarrassed about it because I know that it is so messed up. He would be so embarrassed about it if he ever knew.
I just couldn’t stop thinking about his deep voice telling me that he loved me and that he was going to fuck me, that he was going to take my virginity, and then I would fantasise about feeling him pushing his big dick into me. In these fantasies, he was thick and hard and ruthless, and he was the first man inside me.
It was my messed up little fantasy, but every time I tried to get rid of it, it only came back stronger, so eventually I let it be.
Maybe soon I’d meet a man who wasn’t my brother and he would displace Connor in my nightly imagination.
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From the moment Connor sees his sister Eve – after an absence of five years – he knows he wants to fuck her. Even better, Eve is still a virgin, and Connor intends to be the one to deflower her. And Connor has a secret – he has access to a secret process of mind control that can transform any woman into a compliant bimbo fucktoy.
His plan begins within inviting Eve to live with him – and from there he begins the process of changing her mind, and overpowering her will, to make her just the helpless sex doll he desires. Soon, Eve can’t get Connor out of her mind.
She knows he is her brother, but she fantasises about him every night. And not just sex: Eve longs to submit to him. She wants him to control her every action, and dominate her body and soul. Even worse, she dreams about him getting her pregnant…
Will Eve find it in her to resist? Or is she destined to become her brother’s pleasure slave and broodmare?
‘My Sister Eve’ contains brother-sister incest, non-con sex and domination, first time themes, forced breeding, mind control, bimbofication, enslavement and object insertion.
Read the full novel at All These Roadworks!
It’s not a manifesto
I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.
When I put intense play into my writing, it’s never a description of how these types of play should happen in the real world. There are a lot of people out there who can provide advice on how to do these things for real – listen to them and not me! Love you all 💖
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