Melanie's Hypnotic Transformation: Chapter Four (Final)

Author: fireneko
Published: July 29, 2017 Published on Forum
First Published: Yes
Original Title: meline's manipulation
Original Author: mindspark
Word Count: 7269
Chapter 4
The following Saturday passed peacefully. I took a nap, then woke up for dinner. In the afternoon, I
watched TV with my family. Max was almost never home. When he came home in the evening, I
lost consciousness again. This time, when I woke up, I saw my parents asleep in the living room;
Max had probably put on another boring movie.
Then Max told me to go back to bed.
Yes, it wasn't a very fulfilling day; I spent most of my time sleeping, but I liked it that
way.
I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock—a terrible alarm.
At first, I was a little confused. It was Sunday, wasn't it? Why would I set an alarm? Then I
complained angrily. I only have these two days a week to recharge, and one of those days I was
woken up by an alarm clock.
Damn it.
Then, after the initial confusion and anger, I realized I really should get up now
. A voice kept echoing in my head, Max's voice, reminding me that I should
clean properly today.
Sundays are for tidying up.
I'd never done this before, but now I had to... was that reasonable? I hate cleaning; it's
boring and a waste of time, and I'm terrible at it. My head was buzzing, my mind was in turmoil
, trying to bring my perspective back on track.
From now on, Sundays are for cleaning.
That's how it is, there's no questioning it, it's what it is, Sundays are for
tidying up.
Getting up was easier than I expected; it was as if my body had a will, wanting to start quickly. If
only I could get up this easily on weekdays like going to school.
On my desk was a set of black and white clothes. I'd never seen them, and I definitely hadn't bought them
, but I knew they were mine, my Sunday work clothes.
I couldn't understand how I knew; I was just doing it.
The clothes were few and small: just a thin, tight-fitting bodysuit and a lace-trimmed miniskirt, a matching set
of stockings, gloves, and a headdress. Next to the clothes was a feather duster. Clearly, my new
work uniform (I don't know where it came from) was a French maid outfit, and a very revealing and somewhat indecent
one at that.
But it was still a maid outfit, right? Cleaning would definitely be easier in this uniform, maybe
, maybe not.
At least I wouldn't get my usual clothes dirty, which was good.
I didn't think too much about why I was wearing a maid outfit, nor did I particularly want to. I just
felt I should wear it; it was the right thing to do, and not wearing it would be wrong. I couldn't not
wear it.
The corset was incredibly form-fitting, tightly binding my abdomen and making my breasts... my breasts protrude.
Thankfully, it didn't take me too long to put it on. Then I easily
slipped on the miniskirt, its hem flaring outwards instead of covering me, leaving my vulva and buttocks almost
completely exposed. I didn't even need to bend over; a slight forward lean would expose my genitals.
A few minutes later, I was dressed, put on my headdress, and, with a feather duster in hand, prepared for my
Sunday task.
I started in my room, cleaning every corner. I organized all my clothes, threw
away bras and panties that I didn't know had ended up in, and removed everything that shouldn't be
on the table or in the closet, striving to clean every surface.
The harder I cleaned, the more certain I became that this was what I was supposed to do today, my responsibility, my
task. I would take care of everything in the house that needed cleaning, no matter what it was, and do
my best to do it well.
I didn't keep track of time and didn't know how long it took me to tidy up the room—at least an hour,
maybe closer to two—but I finally finished. I put all the laundry in the basket and then
prepared to tidy the living room.
Max was waiting there, lounging on the sofa watching a boring nature documentary. I didn't know
why he was up so early, but whatever Max did or didn't do was none of my business
.
Tidying the living room was more challenging than the room, not because it was dirtier—in fact, it was
much cleaner than my room, thanks to my mother's daily hard work—but because Max
was there. I knew he was watching me, so I had to be sexy, I had to expose myself, present
the most alluring performance for him, let his eyes indulge in fantasies about my body.
When you want to be erotic, even picking up a pencil from the floor requires a lot of thought. I mean
, when I wanted to retrieve scraps of paper from under the sofa, I really didn't know how to maintain a sexy and seductive
image.
Max kept staring at me, taking pictures with his phone as a reference for guiding me later.
I had just finished tidying the living room when Max spoke.
"Mer," he said, smiling at me, "I need you to clean something for me."
"No problem, what is it?"
Max grinned, showing his teeth. He was holding his phone in one hand and patted his
crotch with his other hand. "My penis is a little dirty, clean it for me."
My body shuddered. I heard what Max said, but my mind couldn't quite grasp it.
He really wanted me to clean his…
But if it really wasn't clean, I had to clean it. It was my job;
I was responsible for cleaning whatever it was.
"Melanie?"
My head was buzzing. Max wanted me to clean his penis? We'd been this close, and
we'd even been naked in front of each other before. He'd given me such a wonderful massage without
a single complaint or grumbling.
But it was still a little...
It's okay, I'll clean whatever needs cleaning, whatever it is. It's no different from bathing with him
, just like when we were kids. It's perfectly normal.
"I just," my mind raced, "I need to get some water and soap, then I'll
come back and help you."
Max shook his head. "No, it has to be saliva, Melanie. Only saliva is suitable for cleaning penises
. You'll have to use your mouth to clean it for me."
This was ridiculous. How could saliva...
Max was right. Everything Max told me was correct. Max was doing it for my own good.
"But..."
I trusted Max. I shouldn't question Max. Max just wanted what was best for me. Everything Max told me
was correct.
"I..." I would do anything Max asked me to do. "I understand," I obeyed. "
Okay."
The uncertainty vanished, all the doubts disappeared, and my previously chaotic thoughts calmed
down. How could I have been so stupid? Cleaning Max's penis required saliva, of course. Soap contained various chemicals
and unnatural oils, while saliva was natural and healthy. Max was right.
Without any more worry or hesitation, I walked towards Max, who was still lazily sprawled on the sofa. My heart
was racing. I had never done anything like this before, but I was determined to do it well. I would give Max's penis
the best cleaning.
I knelt in front of my brother, between his spread legs. I reached out. He was wearing jeans, his crotch
facing my face. My brother was lying there like that. I explored the position of the buttons on his pants, then unbuttoned
them. Pulling down his pants felt like an eternity.
Max was wearing dark blue boxer shorts, and his crotch was bulging out in a large tent. It was huge, incredibly magnificent
; I could almost see his penis through the bulge, the foreskin covering the glans.
I stopped, took a deep breath, and pulled down Max's shorts.
No exaggeration, Max's penis sprang out in front of me, literally, it
suddenly appeared right in front of me, pointing directly at me, hard, long, and thick. I didn't know
how to react.
How should I clean this thing?
With saliva, and then?
I grasped his penis in my hand, bent forward as close as possible, and then stuck out my tongue.
Starting from the base, my tongue touched his soft scrotum, slowly licking his penis forward, inch by
inch, not missing a single corner, all the way to the tip, and then licking back from the tip.
His penis was so hard, almost like a rock, and warm. I didn't know
what I expected to taste, but to my surprise, there was no taste—just skin.
I licked it back and forth, over and over, coating Max's penis with my saliva, licking
around his foreskin. For the first time, I tasted the salty-sour impurities between the foreskin folds—it tasted good.
I opened my mouth and took his glans in with my lips. It wasn't easy—my mouth is small, but his
penis is quite large—but I still tried my best, sticking my tongue under his foreskin and carefully
licking his glans.
The taste became even stronger.
The bitter taste of prostatic fluid seeped into my mouth, mixed with what I thought was the saltiness of sweat. To further
clean under his foreskin, I had to take his penis deeper into my mouth. I cleaned diligently,
and his foreskin pulled back.
I couldn't breathe and released his penis.
I looked at my brother's penis, covered in my saliva, even the purplish glans. I thought I'd
done a great job cleaning it.
In fact, I thought that since cleaning it by sucking on his penis had been so successful,
wouldn't it be even better if I could take the whole thing into my mouth? Looking at the size of that thing, I didn't know if it was even possible, but it was certainly
worth a try.
I took a quick breath and slid my lips over my brother's glans again—this time I decided to take the whole
thing into my mouth (judging by its length, half of it would go deep into my throat).
My head was struggling to move back and forth; Mark's penis was so thick, it gripped my chin, and I
couldn't get it down my throat no matter what I did. But I wasn't worried; my kind and considerate brother Max would help me.
He placed both hands behind my head, thrusting his hips forward forcefully, pushing his penis deep
into my throat. I reflexively gagged, feeling like I was choking on my brother's penis.
Tears streamed from my eyes, and my eyeballs felt swollen.
Even so, a large portion of his penis was still sticking out. Max continued to help,
repeatedly pushing his penis forward, pressing my face even deeper.
I could feel his penis pounding against my throat, hear myself gagging and gurgling with each thrust.
Soon, Max's penis was completely inside my throat, and I
could barely breathe. But Max didn't lessen his thrusts; instead, they became even more violent and rapid
.
Just when I couldn't take it anymore and was about to give up, it happened.
Max held me firmly with one hand behind my head and the other behind it, completely immobilizing me
. Then he gave me one last, most powerful thrust, his penis fully inside my
mouth, his scrotum pressed tightly against my chin. Waves of hot semen surged down my esophagus
, and I felt his entire penis throbbing in my mouth.
It wasn't over yet. With each throbbing of his penis, my throat constricted, and I couldn't
breathe. I felt Max's semen flowing into my body. For a moment, I thought I was going to die, being brutally penetrated by my brother.
My large penis choked me, or perhaps I drowned in his continuously gushing semen. Tears welled in my eyes,
sliding down my cheeks. Saliva streamed down my face,
mingling with my tears, around my lips that surrounded Max's penis. Just as I was about to faint from lack of oxygen, Max pulled his penis
out.
I felt it leave my throat, felt my saliva and his semen
flow from my mouth, making a clear "pop" sound as it left.
Gasping for breath, I collapsed forward, resting my face on Max's knee. Looking at his penis, smeared
with my saliva, I smiled with satisfaction.
Looks like I did a good job cleaning it up.
The next day went well. After resting and cleaning myself, I continued cleaning
the house. While I was cleaning the kitchen, my dad walked in and saw my completely
exposed vulva. He didn't seem to mind, which was a little strange, as he's usually quite strict. But
it was fine, and he even praised my cleaning.
Unfortunately, by evening, after I finally finished cleaning, I received bad news. Max
was in my room checking if I had tidied up properly (what a thoughtful brother!), and
he found parasites in my room.
These parasites seemed to be bed bugs, which attach to beds and infect the person sleeping on them.
Getting infected wouldn't be fun.
Luckily, only my bed had the parasites, and fortunately, I hadn't been
infected yet. It seems the parasite infestation was recent, but I can never sleep in my own bed again
. Once the parasites attach, they'll stay there forever.
Max, being such a wonderful younger brother, let me sleep in his bed with him. I wonder
what I would do without him?
So I lay naked on his bed. I always sleep naked, and Max and I are so
close that I don't feel worried at all being naked next to him.
He's in the bathroom now, probably brushing his teeth.
For some reason, he's set up a camera in the room, and it looks like an expensive
one, with the lens pointed directly at the bed. I wonder what it's for. Maybe for security, to make sure
I'm safe or something. It feels like something Max would do.
To be honest, I feel a little nervous, I don't know why, but I have a feeling... what
kind of feeling? I don't know.
Stupid hormones.
Finally, Max finished washing up and came back to the room wearing a regular t-shirt and jeans. He
smiled at me, crossed his arms, and looked at me with an expression that seemed to be considering something
, as if he was planning his next move.
I think what he should be doing now is obvious: climb into bed and sleep with me. There's nothing
else to consider.
But clearly, Max has other plans.
"Melanie, maybe you should rest."
I woke up and saw Max completely naked, his penis erect, hard and stiff in
front of me.
"Sorry, Melanie, you were asleep, so I had to wake you."
"Huh? Isn't it bedtime now?"
"You haven't forgotten, have you?" Max tilted his head and said, "About
the rule about older sister and younger brother sleeping together in the younger brother's room."
What rule? What is he talking about...
Oh.
That rule.
Right, I completely forgot. When the older sister and younger brother sleep together in the younger brother's room, the younger brother
can't masturbate before bed because it would make him feel embarrassed. Obviously, that's not fair, so
there's this rule. If the older sister is in the younger brother's room, she has to make up for the inconvenience caused to the younger brother
. Since Max can't masturbate in front of me, I have to act as his masturbation aid.
"No," I whispered, "of course I remember."
Max smiled, grabbed the blanket from me and tossed it to the floor, then climbed onto the bed.
I lay on my back on the pillow, and Max sat at my feet. He gently placed his hands on my knees,
lifted them, and spread them apart, then moved them between my legs.
His body radiated heat, and I could feel his penis approaching my instantly wet
opening. My body temperature soared, feeling almost like I was burning with each rapid heartbeat.
Max lifted my legs higher, placing them on his shoulders, one on each side.
I felt exposed, defenseless, and sexy.
Max pressed his penis against my clitoris and vagina, leaning against it, then slowly thrusting,
rubbing against me with his penis. I felt an electric current coursing through my body, a sudden burst of pleasure colliding inside me
, sometimes reaching my clitoris, sometimes returning to my labia, constantly colliding back and forth. His
penis was incredibly hot, as if it might burst into flames at any moment, coated with my vaginal fluid, lubricated perfectly,
ready just like me.
At this moment, I was already a little dazed, moaning briefly as if the whole world was irrelevant to me. Then
Max stopped, just for that short moment. I wanted to complain, to make him keep thrusting into
me. Then I felt his glans against the opening of my vagina, panting.
He thrust forward, slowly, my vagina opened for him, the muscles of my private parts tightly gripping
and squeezing his thick penis.
I rolled my eyes in ecstasy. Max's weight and heat on top of me overwhelmed me;
his enormous penis seemed to tear me apart. I almost lost consciousness. I held my breath, emitting
a sound somewhere between panting and moaning, which I couldn't even distinguish myself.
Only when my brother's entire penis was fully inside me did I finally exhale,
letting out a loud, suffocating moan. Everyone in the room must have heard me, but I...
I cared.
I felt filled, a feeling of happiness filling my entire body. Max's glans was pressing against something
hard and sensitive inside me—it must be my cervix.
My sweet spot, my little orgasm button—Max's penis was so huge; he wasn't just
touching it, but squeezing and pushing it.
I had never felt anything like it before.
Max thrust forward even further, completely covering me. My knees arched over his shoulders
, his hands gripped my wrists, his eyes locked on mine, and he continued to thrust relentlessly.
All my senses exploded; pleasure erupted from my body, from Max's penis to my
fingertips, my toes, my open mouth. Every thrust from Max gave me a new shock. He
wasn't just penetrating; he gripped my wrists and pulled me deeper into his penis. A pressure kept
building inside me, wanting to burst forth, and I released it.
Orgasms exploded inside me; I screamed with pleasure, followed by another orgasm.
Max and I were having sex.
I was being brutally fucked by my own brother.
It felt amazing.
Another climax, my mind was shrouded in a thick fog of happiness, my heart filled only with primal lust and
impulse. I called out my brother's name, moaning incoherently, "More," "So good," "
Oh my God," and other such delirious murmurs. Another climax, and yet another, his penis pounding inside me like
a drill, fast, hard, and unstoppable.
He was almost there too, I could feel it.
"Please," I cried out, not really knowing if I was begging him, begging him to continue? Begging him
to ejaculate? I couldn't think, I was just following my body's instinctive reactions.
Max increased his speed, relentlessly thrusting into my poor, tight hole. My legs dangled in the air
, trembling and spasming with each impact. My breasts heaved wildly, my nipples erect and extremely
sensitive. My hair was a tangled mess, a strand falling across my face and scattering in all directions. The springs
under the mattress creaked, and the bed frame slammed against the wall.
He tensed for a fleeting moment, then thrust his hips forward, giving me one last, most powerful
thrust. I responded by pushing forward, letting his penis pierce me. Then he ejaculated, violently
ejaculating. I could feel it entering my body, wave after wave. His milky white semen flooded into
me. I could feel his penis throbbing and contracting inside me as it filled me.
I released my final climax, feeling my hole tightly gripping Max's penis, not letting
a single drop of essence escape, until the very last moment.
Max collapsed onto me, pinning me to his bed. We were both panting heavily
. He didn't leave my body; I could feel his penis slowly withdrawing, still
tightly enveloped by my vagina.
A few minutes later, Max started snoring—half his body was still on top of mine.
I didn't mind; we were so intimate, it was nothing, just a basic embrace.
Exhaustion and post-pleasure drowsiness slowly washed over me, and I drifted off to sleep.
My vagina ached from the intense thrusting, as if it had been ruined. My whole body, from my feet to
my chest to my throat, felt extremely sore. I was happy; I had done my job,
providing a great masturbation aid for my brother.
A smile graced my face as I slowly drifted into sleep.
Epilogue
Monday morning was like any other. After showering and getting dressed, I went into the kitchen—but I didn't
sit down because I wasn't very hungry. So I stood there, resting my hands on the table. Mom was talking about
something—something about work or something. I wasn't really listening, but even if I had, I
probably would have only heard the table shaking.
Max pulled up my school skirt from behind and inserted his penis into my vagina. It felt wonderful
. At times like this, I was always grateful for my good relationship with my brother. I couldn't imagine
what life would be like without him.
After Mom finished complaining about her work, she put away the rest of the breakfast—she said something about
how happy Max and I had become to each other lately. Again, I wasn't really listening.
Max continued having sex with me for several minutes until he ejaculated inside me again.
We were going to be late, but it didn't matter. As long as we told Dad the reason we were late—because
Max wanted to have sex with me before school—Dad would accept it.
It was just an ordinary day. As we walked to school together, I thought to myself, except that this
morning might have been a little intense. But this warm-up was great. I felt the warmth on my skin, and I felt
a drop of Max's semen leak out of my vagina, sliding down my inner thigh. It was a pleasant, warm, and ordinary
day.
(The End)

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