AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: My Brother and I Spit-Roast My Mind-Controlled Daughter on her Birthday #4

SUBTITLE: A NONCON, Mind Control/Hypnosis, DAD/Daughter Erotica Short Story with Uncle/Niece, Threesome, double penetration, double anal.

Copyright © 2025 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 8000 words

MINDWARP HYPNOSIS SERIES #4

It’s almost time.

I fidget with my watch for the fiftieth time as I crouch behind the kitchen counter, trying to make my six-foot frame as small as possible. My wife, Sarah, shoots me an amused smile from her hiding spot behind the couch. She knows just how terrible I am at keeping still whenever I get excited, especially when it comes to our daughter, Annie.

My Annie.

I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like an eternity.

But it’s only been a couple of months. Two months. It’s been that long since I last saw my baby girl, the longest we’ve ever been apart. Sure, we FaceTime almost every day, and she sends me silly TikToks that I pretend to understand, but nothing beats having her here with me.

Or being able to hypnotize her whenever I want and sink my cock into her tight pussy.

Man, am I bursting at the seams to get her back here.

And so, muscles tense, cock aching with anticipation, I’m crouching in the shadows, my heart racing as I wait for Annie.

Sarah whispers across the room, “Ray, honey, stop bouncing. She’ll be here any minute.” I realize I’ve been unconsciously rocking on my heels and force myself to stay still.

But, really, how can I be calm?

I’ve been a ball of tension and sexual excitement since Sarah, bless her, suggested a surprise birthday party at my brother’s beach house, and I couldn’t have been more thrilled. The beach house is perfect for this surprise party-my brother Cameron really outdid himself with the decorations. Soft fairy lights twinkle against the ocean-facing windows, and Annie’s favorite vanilla-scented candles fills the air with warmth.

But that’s not really what excites me now. What has my cock straining in my fucking pants is the thought of having Annie all to myself again, of being able to hypnotize her and make her mine.

MindWarp changed my life. If I hadn’t come across it, how would I ever get to taste my daughter’s sweet pussy? How would I ever get to fuck her over and over and over like my little slave? I’ve been doing it for about 8 months now, and I have to admit, I’ve grown quite fond of the power and control it gives me. She’s my sex toy whenever I want, and right after, she’s back to being my sweet innocent daughter with no idea of just how hard her father fucks her.

I hear footsteps on the wooden deck outside, and my heart skips a beat. The familiar sound of Annie’s voice filters through the door as Cameron leads her in with some excuse about needing help with his new TV setup. Classic Cameron-he’s never needed help with technology a day in his life.

The door creaks open.

“SURPRISE!”

We all leap out from our hiding spots, and I drink in the sight of my daughter’s face, watching it transform from confusion to pure joy.

Her hands fly to her mouth, eyes wide and glistening with tears and laughter.

“Dad!” she squeals, and before I know it, she’s in my arms, squeezing me tight. “This is so amazing!”

The party erupts into cheers and applause, and I watch, mesmerized, as Annie’s eyes scan the room, taking in the scene before her. She’s stunning, her long hair cascading down her back, her bright blue eyes sparkling with excitement. Her curves are mesmerizing, and in my mind’s eye, I trace the contours of her waist, caressing the gentle slope of her hips.

Damn. I can’t wait to sink my fingers into her pussy, feel her slick warmth envelop me. I want to push her up against the wall, put her legs around my waist, and fuck her till she can’t even remember her name. My cock is stiffening in my pants by the second.

Slow the fuck down, Ray, I tell myself. Not yet.

It’s hard to wait. I want to hypnotize her again soon, make her mine once more.

The party is soon in full swing. I try to catch Annie’s eye throughout, hoping for a private moment to have her so I can figure out if the MindWarp hypnosis still works. I want to fuck her hard as a birthday present until her pussy quivers around my cock.

But everyone wants a piece of her attention. Her high school friends share inside jokes, her cousins pull her into selfies, and Aunt Martha won’t stop pinching her cheeks and asking if she’s got a “special someone”.

Watching the minutes tick by feels like lying on a bed of nails. Just as I’m about to give up hope of getting any one-on-one time with Annie today, I spot her heading toward the stairs, probably to drop off her overnight bag.

“Need help with your luggage, sweetheart?” I ask, trying to sound casual despite the hunger growing in me.

She turns to me, a hint of a smile on her lips, and for a second, I forget about the hypnosis and almost touch her then. But then I remember the hypnosis, and my mind snaps back to the task at hand. I need to know if it still works and if I can still control her.

“Yes, please, Dad.”

In that moment, she’s my little girl again, letting me carry her too-heavy backpack on the first day of school. And the next thing I know, I’m following her up the stairs, my eyes fixed on her swaying ass. My cock throbs in my pants, rock-hard with desperation. My heart racing with anticipation, I sidle up to her as we reach the top of the stairs.

Calm down, Ray, I think. Focus on the words. Focus on the trigger to unlock her mind.

We head up to the room she’ll be spending the weekend in, the one she always claims during family gatherings. The walls are the same soft yellow she picked out years ago when Cameron was renovating. Her old swim team photos still hang on one wall. The soft light of the lamp on her bedside casts a warm glow on her face.

She looks so edible.

“So,” I say, setting her bag down near the dresser, “how’s that Architecture History professor you were worried about? The one who never smiles?”

My eyes are fixed on the door, my ears straining to pick up any approaching footsteps. I’ve been waiting for this moment all day, and now I’m alone with her. I can’t have anyone interrupting.

Annie flops onto the bed, grinning. “Actually, she turned out to be amazing! Remember that project I told you about, the one about sustainable historical preservation? She loved my presentation so much that she’s recommending me for a summer internship at her friend’s firm!”

My chest swells with pride. “That’s fantastic, sweetheart! Your mom’s going to flip when she hears about this. Speaking of which...” I pull out my phone and open the photos app. “I saw a video I want to show you.”

I hold the phone up before her face. It’s a simple clip, but it holds a deep power over her. As she watches the video, her eyes begin to glaze over, and her pupils dilate as the hypnosis takes hold.

“MindWarp,” I mutter.

For a moment, she struggles, her mind resisting the hypnotic pull, but it’s no use. Her gaze is locked on my face in seconds, and I see the spark of self-awareness die in her eyes. She’s under my control now.

I brush my lips against hers and run my fingers over her soft skin. She’s warm and responsive, immediately melting at my touch.

“Haven’t you missed Daddy?” I whisper against her ear.

She nods, her voice tiny as she responds, “Yes.”

The word sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel my desire for her growing and expanding until it’s all I can think about. I cup my daughter’s breast through her top, kneading it in one hand for a few seconds before I lean in and trace my tongue around her nipple. She shivers against me, her back arching a little, and I feel her nipple harden.

My entire body is taut with anticipation and need. I slide my other hand between her thighs, slipping my fingers under her skirt to stroke her pussy. I push a finger into her, my cock throbbing harder in my pants as I realize she’s already so damn wet.

It’s too much. With a groan, I force myself back. Now isn’t the time.

“Keep your door unlocked for me, baby,” I instruct, “and sleep naked. I’ll come to you later.”

The thought of her lying in bed and waiting for my touch is almost too much to bear. My heart pounds in my chest. The sound of footsteps outside the room jerks me back to reality, and I quickly snap her of hypnosis, clicking my fingers twice before her eyes and tapping her forehead. Annie blinks at me, looking confused for a moment, before her eyes flicker to the door just as Cameron walks in, his signature warm smile lighting up his face.

“Everything okay up here?” he wants to know. “The natives are getting restless downstairs-something about wanting the birthday girl to cut her cake.”

Annie’s brows furrow slightly, like she’s taking her sweet time coming out of the hypnosis this time, but then she giggles. “Okay, okay, I’m coming! Can’t keep my adoring public waiting, can I?”

Cameron chuckles, holding the door open. “That’s my favorite niece-always ready for the spotlight.”

“I’m your only niece, Uncle Cam,” Annie reminds him with an eye roll as she gets up.

I follow them out, watching as Cameron drapes an arm around Annie’s shoulders.

That was a close one, I think, breathing a sigh. My cock is still throbbing, straining against the front of my pants. I just need to wait a little longer. Soon, I’ll have Annie alone to myself.

I can’t wait to fuck my daughter.

***

The rest of the party is swell, and by the time it’s over, I’m sitting up in bed in one of Cameron’s guest rooms, listening to the distant sound of waves through the partially open window. Sarah’s curled up beside me, fighting to keep her eyes open even as she tries to read her book.

“She seems happy,” I say softly, thinking about how Annie’s eyes sparkled all evening as she moved through the party, how confident she seemed compared to the nervous freshman who left us two months ago.

My wife lowers her book a little, smiling at me. “Mmhmm. Did you see how she lit up when she talked about her projects?” She yawns, nestling deeper into her pillow. “Reminds me of someone else I know who can’t stop talking about work they love.”

I chuckle, taking her book from her and placing it on the nightstand. “I talked to her about that Architecture History professor-the one she was so worried about? Turns out she might get an internship out of it.”

“Our girl...she’s really finding her way, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, pulling the covers up around her shoulders. “Yeah, she really is.”

I click off the bedside lamp and lie next to Sarah, waiting, staring at the ceiling. The clock on the nightstand ticks louder than usual, each second dragging like an eternity. My wife is right beside me, and I’m waiting-always waiting-for those damn pills to kick in.

Twenty minutes and she’ll be out cold.

Twenty minutes, I think, and I’ll get to fuck Annie’s hot, wet pussy.

My heart races in anticipation, and I can feel my cock stirring in my pants. I glance at the clock again. Eighteen minutes.

Close enough.

My body moves before I can second-guess myself. I slide out of bed, careful not to make a sound, and tiptoe to the door. The floor creaks a little under my weight, and I freeze, holding my breath. Damn old house. I listen for any response from Sarah, but it looks like she’s already fast asleep. With a sigh of relief, I close the door behind me and step into the hallway.

The air feels different tonight-heavier, almost electric. I’m not sure why, but it puts me on edge. My bare feet pad softly against the carpet as I make my way toward Annie’s room. My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of anticipation and something else-something I can’t quite place. Guilt?

Probably. I’m about to fuck my daughter, aren’t I?

It isn’t until I get to Annie’s door that I hear the voices. They’re low, hushed, but unmistakable. My hand freezes on the doorknob. What the hell is going on? I press my ear against the door, straining to make out the words.

“Yes, Uncle Cam.” Annie’s voice floats into my ears, soft and breathy.

My stomach drops. Cam?

What the fuck is he doing here?

I push the door open. Sure enough, my daughter is on her knees, her lips wrapped around Cam’s cock. Her hands grip his thighs, holding him as she takes him deeper, and her mouth is working with a rhythm that’s both hypnotic and devastating. Her chin glistens with saliva, and the sound of her gagging fills the room.

What the fuck?

Cam’s head is tilted back, his eyes closed, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. His fingers tangle in her hair, guiding her movements and pulling her closer as he thrusts. He’s not just letting her suck him off-he’s using her, fucking her mouth like it’s his personal toy.

I’m frozen in the doorway, my mind struggling to process what I’m seeing. This can’t be real.

The wet sounds coming from Annie’s mouth tell me otherwise. Her eyes are glazed over, like she’s under hypnosis. My gut tightens, shock and arousal coursing through me. But how? I haven’t triggered her yet.

“What the fuck is happening here?” I snap.

Cam’s eyes flutter open, and he meets my gaze. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face.

“Well, hey there, Ray,” he drawls, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Isn’t it obvious? Annie’s sucking my cock.”

My jaw clenches, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “What? How did you get her like this?”

Cam smirks, his hand gripping Annie’s pigtails like handlebars as he thrusts into her mouth. “You look surprised, Ray. Did you forget who told you about MindWarp in the first place?”

Shit. Of course. It was Cam who introduced me to the dark web and MindWarp. We both learned the techniques in the hypnosis course. But I was so careful-or so I thought. He must’ve been listening in earlier and used the same trigger on Annie.

My jaw clenches. Sloppy. So fucking sloppy.

Cam chuckles. “Relax, man. Annie’s just being a good niece. She knows how to take care of her uncle.”

I gaze at my daughter, but she isn’t even looking at me. Her focus is entirely on Cam, on his thick length sliding in and out of her mouth.