I was studying Psychology in college and one of my classes was a track in the power of suggestion. As I read through the text and wrote my each week papers I got interested in mesmerism. nigh of my aliveness I thought suggestion was a joke, a parlor trick that magicians used on stage to play a joke on unsuspicious audiences. The longer I studied in my socio-economic class, the Thomas More I understood that hypnosis was a real number phenomenon that had been used for century to moderate or manipulate the sub-conscience of others. It's all about the power of mesmerism and the willingness of the subject to bear a suggestion into their sub-conscience psyche. I decided to learn how to hypnotize subjects. I checked out books on mesmerism, I went to stage display and watched the acts ; I went to my professor who claimed to be a mesmerizer himself.

The first person I tried to hypnotize was my roommate. He wasn't cooperating too well, joking and laughing as I intoned my chant that he was sleepy and that he should concentrate on my vocalism as he fell asleep. After three attempt I gave up on him and turned to other quarry. I was home for some break of serve in school when my untested sister wandered into the life room complaining she was bored, she had nada to do. Mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner ; dad was messing around somewhere so it was just me to go on her company. Now my Sister is not a total airhead, but I perceive a slight vacuum between her pinna. At 18 Whitney is ‘ totally'into her ally, American English Idol, the Bachelor, Survivor, case Good Book and iPods. I'm glad to say I'm moving beyond that point and actually call back for myself now. She flopped down on the sofa next to me and grabbed the TV remote control."Hey,"I said to her,"I know what you can do ; you can help me with one of my class projects."

She cast a wary face at me"I can't do college stuff, you know that."

"No, you don't have to do anything, just let me practice some hypnosis on you."

Mount Whitney's eyes grew boastfully, storm,"You want to hypnotize me ? Why ?"

"I have to pattern. If I'm going to be a Psychologist, I need to have it away how to do this. You can help by letting me put you under."

"Now that's shivery, it sounds like you want to kill and bury me. Besides, I can't be hypnotized, it's like a total scam."

I twisted around to face her"You're right ; I think you're too sassy but you got ta let me try so I can tell my professor. It's like a homework assignment."

By appealing to her intellect I figured she would fold and let me assay to hypnotize her. I was right, she looked at me for a few moments then asked"How does this materialize ?"

"fountainhead, first you have to be completely easy and loosen, lay on the couch like you want to take a nap."I got off the cushion and moved to the chairman beside the sofa.

Whitney flopped down on her back, snuggled into the cushion, laced her fingerbreadth together over her tum, sighed deeply and closed her eyes."Promise me you won't ask me any personal stuff. If you try I'll walk right out."I promised.

I began by talking softly to her, asking her questions that she answered. She was listening to me as I droned my questions, when I asked her if she was completely unstrain I noticed her finger's breadth loosen slightly as she responded. I told her she looked cozy, warm and tranquil, like she was asleep. She murmured something and took a deep breath, her nous canted slightly to the right. The future whole step was to draw sure she was concentrating only on my part. I told her to listen to me, to seek for me with her head's eye, to focus only on me and my words. She hesitated a moment then said softly"I see you."

Her middle were unopen and I felt a thrill of victory when she said she could see me"Do you see anything else ? Do you discover anything else ?"

"No, only you."

"I want you to listen to what I say. Concentrate on me, I am your brother, I am your teacher."

Whitney frowned lightly"Teach me something."

I was convinced she was in a trance. I did it ! I hypnotized her ! My tenderness was pounding hard, I flushed with triumph."Whitney, listen to me. You have a fly walking on your leg."My baby twitched her right leg then reached down to sweep off the complex number insect. I was awestruck that she did what I expected."The fly just landed on your cheek Whitney."She lifted her hired man and brushed the inconspicuous bug away again. I had no approximation what to do next. My sister was hypnotized but I couldn't think of anything I should or could do so I decided to try a post-hypnotic suggestion then wake her up."What color is your hair Whitney ?"

"love Blonde"was her reply.

"You would look nice with lighter blonde run in your hair."

"You think so ?"

"I am your teacher ; you would seem pretty with streaks in your hair. You want to be pretty, you should streak your hair."

She fidgeted on the sofa,"Pretty."

I followed the regulation for bringing a soul out of a trance and in less than a narrow Eli Whitney was sitting up"I'm sorry I fell asleep and screwed up your experiment. I told you I couldn't be hypnotized."I assured her that it was no big deal.

The succeeding day my sister came bounding into the house to express me her new haircloth style. She had gotten a nice layer cut with spark bar throughout her hair's-breadth. She did look prettier. I was amazed at the mightiness of my suggestion. Now that I had found a good subject, I started to plan the side by side session.

My babe was a senior in high schoolhouse. She did well enough but ever since I started college I realize how much education we don't get. If cypher else I thought I could design a hypnosis regimen that not only would help me get word the instrument of my chosen trade, but help Mount Whitney get a better didactics. The succeeding day I asked her again if I could try to hypnotize her. At get-go she was loath, unwilling to waste more time but I convinced her that I needed her helper. She relaxed on the lounge and I was able to put her in a spell. The second time was prosperous and in less than a minute her psyche was as waxy as frolic lolly. This meter I turned on a digital recorder so I could win over her she had been hypnotized and that I didn't pry any secret out of her.

I got her to peach about things that made her happy when she was little. She flushed and gushed about several moments in her life that she enjoyed. A limited birthday present, the cat we had for years, and for some odd reason known only to her, playing ‘ functioning'with me. After about 15 minutes I shut off the recorder then made another military post soporific suggestion, one that I had planned. I picked an well-heeled one to do and to essay if she had done it."Eli Whitney, do you make out where Mount Mt. Rushmore is ?"

"No."

"You have to encounter out. You should go to the library and find out where and what saddle horse Rushmore is. It is important that you know this because when you go to college you will induce to have it off about Mount Rushmore. You have to learn, I am your teacher."I stressed the word teacher.

"Mount Rushmore"she sighed. I added one more prompting that would make it leisurely for me to use her again as my subject. I suggested that she wanted to learn more about hypnosis so she would let me hypnotise her without worry.

Two days later I brought up the subject of national monuments at dinner. All of a sudden Whitney came alive and started telling us about Mt. Rushmore in South Dakota, what it was and who carved it. My parents were thrilled that their daughter talked about something besides shopping and Survivor. I was thrilled that my plan had worked. I had a leave subject that took post-hypnotic suggestions and acted on them. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered where her boundaries were. What would she do, or more importantly, what wouldn't she do ?

Before I left home again I put Whitney under one Thomas More time. This time was much well-situated ; she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the end of the sofa. I suggested that she needed to register more books and few magazines. I told her she would find a list of Holy Writ that would be good version on the desk, that she should check them out from the program library and record them in her fifth wheel prison term. Since I wasn't sure what might interest her, I asked her what she wanted to memorise about.

Her resolution surprised me"Biology. I want to know more about biological science and sex."

"Why do you need to learn about sex Whitney ?"

"Because I like sex but I feel confine. There has to be more."

It startled me that she confessed she wasn't virgin but I pressed on"more than than what ?"

"more than warm sex. I want to know if it can be good for me, not only for him."I looked at my sister lying prone on the sofa and in an instant she became a sex physical object. I focused on her body. Whitney is about 5'5"with the build of a offspring charwoman used to exercise and activity. Her blotch blonde hair fanned out across the pillow, a mild halo that surrounded her expression. The mysterious blue eyes were closed but her mouth was partially open, I could see hints of her even white-hot teeth behind the sonant pouting backtalk. Even though she wore about a 34C, her boob jutted proudly toward the ceiling, her body under the blouse smoothed down her abdomen except for a slight indentation over her bellybutton. She was wearing slacks that fit like a minute skin ; I saw where her consistence rose slightly at the pubis mons veneris then dipped between her ramification which were spread slightly give. The sheepcote of her pussy formed a camel toe in the pie-eyed fabric. The roundness of her hips and second joint hinted of well formed ramification and laughingstock. I'd never looked at my sis sexually before but looking at her while she talked about sex sent a quiver of ferment directly to my glob. I had an overwhelming urge to fondle precis of her vagina between the open legs.

I fought the surge of lust but pressed her with to a greater extent interrogative sentence. I knew I should wake her up, but she started this and I was enjoying the prospect."Where do you induce quick sex Whitney ?"

"In his car and in room 25 at school."

"How long have you been having sex with him ?"I wanted to recognize who he was but I was loath to ask for a name.

"Eight weeks."

"Is he your initiatory cooperator ?"

"Yes."My Sister gave it up to mortal only two months ago ? No wonderment she wanted to study more. My pecker had perked up at the mention of sex and was beginning to dribble for a partner. I looked my sister up and down and decided I needed to end the seance before I tried to make her my next conquest.

But before I did,"You need a different mate Whitney, mortal with experience and who will hold metre to teach you new and exciting sex."

"I need a teacher."

"Yes, you need a instructor to develop you about sex."I figured she would find oneself soul else, person with more experience.

"Teach me sex. Yes."

With that I roused her from her trance. She didn't remember anything that we'd talked about so I hedged and told her about her desire to learn new matter. I just didn't tell what new things.

Two month later I managed to get home again for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. One of the first thing I did was to get Whitney under my spell again. I had found a couple of champion at school who let me hypnotize them so I was getting well practiced at pulling info from them and planting thoughts and hypnotism. None of my ‘ work'was unethical, my time to come as a Psychologist demanded strict moral ethics when working with hypnosis, but I had fun with my subjects by digging rich into their minds or planting contrary ideas into them. But Mount Whitney was unlike. She was my babe and had demonstrated a willingness to verbalise about personal stuff. The first opportunity I got to be alone with her I put her to sleep. The first few questions were warm up type, assuring myself that she was completely under, that I was talking to her sub-conscience."Who am I Eli Whitney ?"

"You are my teacher."

"I am your brother."

"Yes, but you teach me."

"Did you read any Holy Scripture while I was gone Whitney ?"

"Yes."

"How many ?"

"Four"I had left a list of six books and it surprised me that she had read so many in such a poor time.

"What did you learn from the books ?"

"I like to translate. Those were good stories."I was elated that my sister had taken my suggestions so well. Once I got the rapport established with her I pressed into more personal areas.

"have you learned more about sex ?'

"I had sex but he is not a teacher."

"What is he then ?"I probed.

"He is a boy ; he had sex with me because it feels upright for him."

"But not for you."

"I stopped with him, there has to be more for me but he didn't help. I didn't learn."

"Why didn't you find a teacher for sex ?"

"My teacher wasn't here."That one caught me by surprise.

"Where was your teacher ?"

"Far away."Now I was getting hesitant to ask Thomas More motion but I had to persist.

"Who is your teacher ?"I wanted to know.

"You are."

"I am your brother."

"You are my brother, yes ; you are my teacher. You were far away."

"You want to instruct about sex from your instructor ?"

Whitney sighed deeply and twitched her legs"Yes, he can instruct me."What the inferno was she saying ? Was I hearing her right wing ? Did she actually think she wanted learn about sex from me ?

It was time to hold on this. My mind and body were beginning to earnings a battle for authorisation. I knew I was on grievous ground and needed to back off but my balls were waking up to the idea of screwing the sexy teen lying on the sofa in front of me. As lots as I wanted to save up the sitting I knew it was sentence to wake her up, but I decided to leave one more billet mesmerizing suggestion, as a puzzle, a trial run."Whitney, tonight when you sleep you will throw a dream about your teacher. Dream that you want to learn about sex and he will teach you."

"dreaming about my instructor teaching me sex."

"Yes. aspiration about the teacher."

"Okay"After I woke her up we talked about the books she had been reading. When she left the elbow room I had a hard-on begging to get into my fresh young sib.

The next morning I came into the kitchen for a roll of grain and found my sister sitting with our mother. Whitney took one look at me, blushed red and looked away from my eyes. I said good morning to both but Whitney stood and fled the kitchen in a rush, she didn't say a thing."What's amiss with her ?"I asked mom.

"I don't know. She's been a little trouble this morning."My balls twitched and warmed. Later that afternoon Mount Whitney found me and asked me if I wanted to hypnotize her again. She said that the Sessions were relaxing and she felt good afterward. Who was I to say no ?

She was in a trance quickly and I was feeling confident enough that I went straight to what was on my mind."Did you dream about your teacher ?"

"Yes."

"What did he instruct you ?"

"Sex. He taught me new things."

"Did you enjoy the lesson ?"

She smiled in her sleep,"Yes. It was a good lesson."

"Do you want to dream about more sex example from your teacher ?"

"Yes"was the ready reply.

"You will dream about the instructor again, you want to learn Thomas More from him. He will instruct you marvelous things about sex. What he teaches you will feel good and you will enjoy the lessons."

Mount Whitney moved her branch a trivial farther apart on the sofa,"Yes, howling sex lessons."

Once to a greater extent I wanted to know if she knew who she was talking about."Who is your teacher ?"

"You are my teacher."My humanity was jammed against the front of my Matthew while I looked at her elegant dead body.

That Night I was out with a match of friends and came in late, or early depending on how you looked at the clock, it was after 1 in the morn. I stripped naked and crawled into bed for a well earned nap. I wasn't awake when she came into the room but when I felt the mattress dip under her weight my eyes snapped open. She pulled the blanket up then eased into the bed snuggling tight to me. I could sense the rut from her nakedness radiating like a warming sun on my back. She rested an arm over my hip joint and let her fingers drift to my cock. Eli Whitney wrapped her fingers around me and began to tug on my fasting growing erecting. A thousand things raced around my head but only one thought stood out. My hint had worked. I rolled over to confront her, Eli Whitney looked at me, middle great with desire and put her lips on mine. The soft warmth of her lips matched the power point of heat on my chest where her breasts were pressed against me. I rolled her to her binding, got between her second joint and slid the hardened head of my peter into her hot ship's boat kernel. She was flowing with lubrication so my cock dipped deeply into her as she bowed her back, inviting me to penetrate her. I stopped with my balls were caressing her ass. She looked into my eyes and whispered"I dreamed about you"then began to actuate her body with me.

She loosened all the passion and need she had accumulated since she started having sex. Whitney was bouncing and panting, her body deflexion and flexing as wafture of sexual inflammation washed through her. Her kitty was a simmering caldron, spilling heated fluid around the quill of my putz, the folding of her sex swollen and bid. I looked into her heart and saw only arrant natural luxuria. When I plunged into her she gasped for air, when I pulled back she moaned wordless speech sound. My Lucille Ball were packed smashed, loading up for a major blast out when Whitney grabbed my ass with both hand and dug her nails into the cutis of my face while pulling me strong against her bucking body. She began to sing a soft highschool pitched plaint, I felt her Begin to waver, the intact bed began to stimulate as a serial of orgasmic detonations destroyed any control she had over her muscular tissue. My Sister flailed the bed with her legs and held my ass in a vise like handgrip while she gasped for air and ministration from the violence of the climax. She rocked her pelvic girdle so intemperately I couldn't arrest with her, my dick slipped out and stabbed at her ass. Whitney let go of my fanny and reached between us and guided my whoreson back to the opening of her trunk. I hammered back into her as the shudders quieted to random seizures. She opened her eyes and said one Logos into my ear,"Cum."That's all it took for me. I slid the forefront of my erecting deep into my sis's cavity then convulsed, pounding against her while delivering all the living violence my ball had brewed up. When she felt me spurting into her she pulled me into a kiss, her tongue saltation with mine, keeping the calendar method of birth control of my orgasm.

I fell off her and rolled to my side."What the hell was that about ! ?"

She rested against me, her head on my shoulder, her nude eubstance pressed firmly on mine,"I had a really hot dream. I dreamed about you and when I woke up the only matter I could think of was coming over here. I couldn't closure. I never wanted anything so bad ; I was like totally hot for you."

eve though I knew the reason she was there I acted innocent."How about some warning next fourth dimension. This is a little surprising."

Eli Whitney looked away, she began to stutter with superfluity,"I have to get out, I'm sorry, this shouldn't have happened."She started to sit up.

I wasn't ready to throw her out of the bed yet."No, stay here. It's not right that the girl has to sneak off in the dark after sex. That's what the guy is supposed to do."She hesitated, smiled weakly at my weak attempt to lighten the mood then flopped back down beside me. After she cuddled into the pillow, I kissed the end of her nose,"Was this at least as safe as your dream ?"

Mount Whitney paused slightly ; color rose in her cheeks, then she whispered excitedly"punter, I never came that way before. That was the awe-inspiring flavour I ever had."

"Awesomest ? Is that a Bible ?"

She smiled up at me, slapped my chest slightly,"You know what I mean."I could feel her relaxing as we engaged in the light banter.

"Don't you have a boyfriend ? I mean, you should be in his bed, not mine."

"I got turned on for you. When I woke up a little while ago, it didn't matter that you are my brother. I never got that hot for anyone before, I had to do this -- - I had to."

"wellspring, you did that for sure. I don't think my balls will ever convalesce from the abuse you just gave them."

A warm aspect of business organization flashed through her optic then they brightened into a smiling."If your testicle can't do by that little bit of battering, then you must accept a terrible sex life."

"You could osculate them and progress to them find better."

"I don't think I want to kiss them right now but how about a picayune massage ?"She reached between my legs and cupped my NAD in the palm of her helping hand. With that little gesture and hint, Mount Whitney and I started another example in her sex education.

She was gone when I woke up that sunrise ; she came to bed with me as a miss but was a woman when she left. I was a little afraid to face our parents because my baby and I made a lot of racket while we fucked feverishly two more times. I knew immediately they heard something because when I went to the kitchen for coffee dad said"seed outside with me son."

I stood beside him in the aurora air and he said to me"Your mother wants me to spill the beans to you about live on night."I felt myself blanch white-hot, my knees went watery ; he continued,"We would prize it if you don't take your dates home for a nightcap. Whoever you had with you woke us both up. Mom wanted me to go right then and dog her out but I convinced her that we didn't need to embarrass you or her that way. It's not so a great deal that you had a daughter with you, we don't need to expose your babe to such previous night shenanigans."

My gist was crashing in my chest as he talked but when I realized they didn't know who I had in bed, I began to calm down."I'm sorry dad, it's just that we needed to go somewhere and my way was convenient."

"well don't make it convenient anymore,"then he smiled knowingly and added,"unless we are all gone."

Whitney came in about ten minutes later, inject me a nimble smile then settled down with a Methedrine of juice.

Dad left the house and mom disappeared into the spine rooms. As soon as we were alone Mount Whitney said to me"God, I'm sore."

"That's not my demerit ; you're the one who mated like a cat in heat."

"Maybe I was in heat but you didn't have to British pound sterling me so hard."

"Yes I did, you're too hot for balmy faineant sex."

Mount Whitney put a mitt on my chest and fingered my shirt release while she flirted,"When do you go back to schoolhouse ?"With that question she was letting me know that she wanted to lie with me again. My prick began to swell. Eli Whitney stepped back quickly and was studiously ignoring me when mom came back into the kitchen and asked my babe if she wanted to go shopping. Whitney told her she had former architectural plan, maybe following fourth dimension. After she left I went looking for our Father to get out what he was doing. He was just leaving to go golfing with his buddy. My sister and I would be alone for several hours again.

No Sooner than mom's car was out of sight, I turned to my baby,"I need a shower, fall on."

Mount Whitney replied"I need more than that."She took my hand as I led her from the kitchen.

While the piddle was warming we disrobe each other. It started with a pile on the lips and a dull grasp for her blouse buttons but in a few secondment we were locked in duel of tongues while our helping hand frantically pulled at any while of clothing we could reach. We were so turned on for each other that as soon as we were naked, I pinned her against the bath wall and slammed her deep. She was still wet from the three window pane of cum the nighttime before so slipping my steel hard-on into her was fast and easy. Eli Whitney whipped her head back and Forth River as I fucked her. She lifted one leg around my waist and groaned between gasps of air"Oh hell yes, do this to me ! It feels so tinker's damn soundly ! I love it ! !"

I finally overcame my urge to lie with her to an immediate orgasm and pulled out of her. Her chest was heaving with sexual exertion as I pulled her into the flow of water. As the water cascaded off her berm and over her pap I grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and began a easy geographic expedition of her body. My hands began a journeying of discovery on her nakedness that lasted for various proceedings. She had her optic closed most of the clip, her muscles would twitch and thrill when I caressed a tender patch. Her tit and the congregation of her pussy were hyper-sensitive, she had her first soft orgasm as I fondled those parts of her.

When I was done cleansing her I sat on the floor of the shower and pulled on Mount Whitney's hip joint until she stood over me, thighs on either side of my head. From that posture I began a lesson in oral examination sex. I kissed the outer lips of her body which caused another deep shutter, her thigh rippled against my cheek. I licked her slit then probed between the flock of cutis until I found the strong-armer that hid her button. She shivered again, moaned and twisted her fingers into my scalp. I ate my Sister, teasing her clit, dipping the end of my lingua into her consistency while I held her ass in my hands. She took everything I gave her for five minutes then let go with another, unattackable, culmination, filling the air of the shower with watchword of unfettered Passion of Christ. Her leg couldn't hold her up so she collapsed to the story of the shower, unaware of anything except the impression of her muscles turning to jell-o. The flowing water was cooling, we 'd used all the hot piddle so I reached up and turned off the faucet then stepped out to get a towel. I hadn't gotten off yet so my prick was rock hard and tilted at an angle toward the sky. Whitney struggled up, took the towel from me then slipped away, headed for her room. I followed.

She flopped face down on her bed, peg bedcover all-inclusive ; I could see the effect I had on her. Her pussy was swollen and open, a sultry invitation to my throbbing hard-on. She clutched a pillow, turned to me and said"I hope you aren't done yet."I climbed onto the bed, between her unresolved ramification and put the head of my cock into her. The steadfast plumpness of her ass pressed against my stomach caused another expectant dose of hormones to spill from my Lucille Ball, inflaming my cock even more. I fucked Mount Whitney as if we were on our honeymoon. Our bodies clashed in a battle for satisfaction and domination, she and I spent the rest of the aurora abusing each other. We were heedless, mindless, acting only on the nature of a Male and female in a mating frenzy. I filled her to capacity with spermatozoon and seminal fluid twice ; she fell into a sexually hasten comatoseness after a series of sexual climax.

I never had to hypnotize my Sister after that. She was a willing sex student and loved to experiment with new positions and acts, using me as her intimate coach. Mount Whitney and I still fuck like lovers when we get together but now we meet as compeer. She is hot, wanton and experienced but anymore she does n't just learn from me, we learn from each other .