Make him hard with magic.(+1 Magic)

I was kind of getting horny from all that groping, but I knew my brother won't have the courage to do anything riskier. Maybe a bit of magic would encourage him to give me a proper massage instead of just touching my booty. I decided to focus my mind on influencing his. I felt heat wave around my head and my brother stopped his hand. I was excited and ready to receive my treatment. However, what I felt next was unexpected.

He grabbed me with both of his hands and pulled me up on my knees so my booty was bent towards him. His groping intensified and I got a little scared.

• "Hey, what are you doing?"
• "..."
• "Do you hear me?"
• "..."
• "Hey, stop it."

My protests meant nothing to him, with a glimpse of my eyes I saw his facial expression. It was emotionless, like in a trace. He didn't smile like he used to, he wasn't enjoying it, he simply took me like some kind of zombie. I wanted to get off the bed but he held me tight and without hesitation pulled down my pants together with my panties.

• "No no no no no, stop that!"
• "..."
• "Please, please don't do this."
• "..."
• "That's not what I wanted!"

With another look, I saw his cock, rock hard just behind me. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't risk waking up my parents. After it wasn't his fault that he wanted to use me, I must have been too aroused during the spell and it got amplified. And then I felt something hard entering my pussy. Surprisingly He was bigger than Josh, but I wasn't prepared. He started to fuck me doggy style, quite roughly. I wasn't properly wet and it was all rather painful. It felt terrible to know my own brother was inside me, fucking me in a trance like some kind of zombie. I prayed so he didn't cum inside me, that would traumatize me for life.

I think I lost the track of time, as the fucking continued probably for an hour. Each time I tried escaping he simply pulled me back towards him. I could feel the spell was wearing off because he slowed down and pulled out his cock from my pussy and I fell on the bed exhausted. When I looked up at him, he stood up like a machine, grabbed his pants, and slowly walked away like he was sleepwalking. "Hopefully, he won't be remembering any of this." With shame, I pulled up my pants and panties and curled under a blanket. "It wasn't a rape, he was in a trace I created." I kept explaining to myself. "I should be way more careful next time".