I was studying Psychology in college and one of my classes was a line in the power of suggestion. As I read through the text and wrote my every week papers I got concern in Hypnotism. Most of my sprightliness I thought Hypnotism was a joke, a parlor trick that magicians used on stage to trick unsuspecting audiences. The longer I studied in my class, the more I understood that hypnosis was a real phenomenon that had been used for centuries to keep in line or manipulate the sub-conscience of others. It's all about the mogul of suggestion and the willingness of the subject area to accept a suggestion into their sub-conscience psyche. I decided to discover how to mesmerise case. I checked out book of account on hypnotism, I went to stage shows and watched the human activity ; I went to my professor who claimed to be a hypnotist himself.

The offset someone 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 vocalization as he fell asleep. After three tries I gave up on him and turned to early quarry. I was home for some breach in school when my immature sister wandered into the living elbow room complaining she was bored, she had aught to do. Mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner ; dad was messing around somewhere so it was just me to observe her company. Now my sister is not a total airhead, but I perceive a slender vacuum between her ear. At 18 Mount Whitney is ‘ totally'into her Friend, American beau ideal, the Bachelor, Survivor, Face Book and iPods. I'm gladiola to say I'm moving beyond that stage and actually think for myself now. She flopped down on the sofa next to me and grabbed the TV remote."Hey,"I said to her,"I know what you can do ; you can help me with one of my class projects."

She cast a leery look 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."

Eli Whitney's eyes grew large, storm,"You want to hypnotize me ? Why ?"

"I have to practice session. If I'm going to be a Psychologist, I need to cognize how to do this. You can serve 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 totality scam."

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

By appealing to her intellectual I figured she would close down and let me attempt to hypnotize her. I was right, she looked at me for a few present moment then asked"How does this bump ?"

"Well, first you have to be completely comfortable and slack up, lay on the couch like you want to take a nap."I got off the cushion and moved to the chair beside the sofa.

Whitney flopped down on her back, snuggled into the cushions, laced her fingerbreadth together over her stomach, sighed deeply and closed her eyes."Promise me you won't ask me any personal stuff. If you try I'll manner of walking 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 unlax I noticed her fingers 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 head canted slightly to the right field. The next pace was to defecate sure she was concentrating only on my spokesperson. I told her to hear to me, to search for me with her mind's eye, to centre only on me and my words. She hesitated a moment then said softly"I see you."

Her eyes were fill up and I felt a thrill of triumph when she said she could see me"Do you see anything else ? Do you hear anything else ?"

"No, only you."

"I want you to hear to what I say. Concentrate on me, I am your Brother, I am your teacher."

Whitney frowned lightly"Blackbeard me something."

I was convinced she was in a trance. I did it ! I hypnotized her ! My heart was pounding hard, I flushed with triumph."Eli Whitney, listen to me. You have a fly walking on your leg."My sister twitched her right leg then reached down to brush off the fanciful insect. I was awestruck that she did what I expected."The fly just landed on your cheek Whitney."She lifted her hand and brushed the invisible bug away again. I had no idea 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 Mount Whitney ?"

"Honey blonde"was her reply.

"You would seem nice with lighter blonde stripe in your hair."

"You think so ?"

"I am your instructor ; you would look pretty with run in your hairsbreadth. You want to be pretty, you should streak your hair."

She fidgeted on the couch,"Pretty."

I followed the linguistic rule for bringing a person out of a enchantment and in less than a minute Mount 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 adjacent day my sis came bounding into the firm to show me her new hair style. She had gotten a nice layer cut with light run throughout her pilus. She did calculate prettier. I was amazed at the great power of my suggestion. Now that I had found a well subject, I started to plan the side by side school term.

My sister was a senior in high gear schoolhouse. She did well enough but ever since I started college I realize how much training we don't get. If zero else I thought I could plan a hypnosis regimen that not only would help me memorize the tool of my chosen swap, but serve Whitney get a better education. The next day I asked her again if I could try to hypnotize her. At first-class honours degree she was loth, unwilling to ravage more clip but I convinced her that I needed her help. She relaxed on the lounge and I was able-bodied to put her in a trance. The second time was wanton and in lupus erythematosus than a arcminute her mind was as pliable as Play simoleons. This time I turned on a digital recorder so I could convince her she had been hypnotized and that I didn't pry any closed book out of her.

I got her to verbalise about things that made her happy when she was little. She flushed and gushed about various instant in her biography that she enjoyed. A special natal day present, the cat we had for twelvemonth, and for some odd reason known only to her, playing ‘ Operation'with me. After about 15 minutes I shut off the recorder then made another mail service mesmerizing suggestion, one that I had planned. I picked an slow one to do and to try out if she had done it."Whitney, do you know where setting Rushmore is ?"

"No."

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

"mount Rushmore"she sighed. I added one More suggestion that would make it well-off for me to use her again as my subject. I suggested that she wanted to memorize more about hypnosis so she would let me hypnotize her without worry.

Two mean solar day later I brought up the content of national monument at dinner. All of a sudden Whitney came alive and started telling us about Mt. Rushmore in Dixieland 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 field that took post-hypnotic prompting 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 more time. This meter was much easier ; she was asleep almost as soon as her head word hit the end of the sofa. I suggested that she needed to read Thomas More book of account and fewer mag. I told her she would happen a lean of books that would be good interpretation on the desk, that she should hold back them out from the depository library and read them in her trim time. Since I wasn't sure what might interest her, I asked her what she wanted to discover about.

Her solvent surprised me"biological science. I want to know more about biota and sex."

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

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

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

"More than quick sex. I want to cognize if it can be dependable for me, not only for him."I looked at my sister lying prone on the sofa and in an clamant she became a sex objective. I focused on her organic structure. Whitney is about 5'5"with the habitus of a young woman used to do and activity. Her streak blonde hair fanned out across the pillow, a easy anchor ring that surrounded her look. The deep dismal eyes were conclude but her mouth was partially open, I could see hints of her eventide tweed teeth behind the soft pouting lips. Even though she wore about a 34C, her breasts jutted proudly toward the roof, her body under the blouse smoothed down her stomach except for a slight pitting over her bellybutton. She was wearing slack water that fit like a arcsecond hide ; I saw where her body rose slightly at the os pubis mons then dipped between her legs which were spread slightly open. The folds of her pussy formed a camel toe in the tight fabric. The roundness of her hips and thighs hinted of well formed pegleg and butt. I'd never looked at my sister sexually before but looking at her while she talked about sex sent a tingle of unrest directly to my formal. I had an overwhelming urge to caress outline of her vagina between the spread pegleg.

I fought the surge of lust but pressed her with more motion. I knew I should awaken her up, but she started this and I was enjoying the position."Where do you hold quick sex Mount Whitney ?"

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

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

"Eight weeks."

"Is he your first partner ?"

"Yes."My baby gave it up to someone only two months ago ? No admiration she wanted to read to a greater extent. My cock had perked up at the quotation of sex and was beginning to drool for a pardner. I looked my sister up and down and decided I needed to end the session before I tried to gain her my adjacent conquest.

But before I did,"You need a dissimilar cooperator Whitney, someone with experience and who will take sentence to teach you new and exciting sex."

"I need a teacher."

"Yes, you need a teacher to educate you about sex."I figured she would find somebody else, someone with more experience.

"Blackbeard 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 determine new things. I just didn't tell what new things.

Two months later I managed to get home again for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. One of the first things I did was to get Whitney under my trance again. I had found a couple of friend at school day who let me hypnotize them so I was getting well practiced at pulling information from them and planting thoughts and suggestions. None of my ‘ work'was unethical, my future as a Psychologist demanded strict moral morality when working with hypnosis, but I had fun with my study by digging deeper into their minds or planting wayward thought into them. But Whitney was different. She was my sister and had demonstrated a willingness to verbalize about personal stuff. The first chance I got to be alone with her I put her to sleep. The first few interrogation were warm up eccentric, assuring myself that she was completely under, that I was talking to her sub-conscience."Who am I Whitney ?"

"You are my teacher."

"I am your brother."

"Yes, but you teach me."

"Did you read any Bible while I was gone Whitney ?"

"Yes."

"How many ?"

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

"What did you memorise from the leger ?"

"I like to read. Those were serious stories."I was elated that my sister had taken my proposition 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 good for him."

"But not for you."

"I stopped with him, there has to be Sir Thomas More for me but he didn't helper. 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 instructor ?"

"Far away."Now I was getting hesitant to ask more than questions 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 acquire about sex from your teacher ?"

Whitney sighed deeply and twitched her ramification"Yes, he can teach me."What the Hell was she saying ? Was I hearing her right ? Did she actually have in mind she wanted learn about sex from me ?

It was time to hold back this. My head and consistence were beginning to wage a engagement for control. I knew I was on dangerous ground and needed to back off but my balls were waking up to the theme of screwing the sexy teen lying on the couch in front of me. As a good deal as I wanted to go along up the academic session I knew it was clock time to ignite her up, but I decided to leave one to a greater extent post mesmerizing trace, as a tormenter, a trial."Whitney, tonight when you sleep you will have a dream about your instructor. Dream that you want to learn about sex and he will teach you."

"Dream about my teacher teaching me sex."

"Yes. pipe dream about the teacher."

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

The next morning I came into the kitchen for a pipe bowl of cereal and found my baby sitting with our mother. Eli Whitney took one flavor at me, blushed red and looked away from my eyes. I said good morning to both but Eli Whitney stood and fled the kitchen in a hurry, she didn't say a thing."What's ill-timed with her ?"I asked mom.

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

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

"Yes."

"What did he learn you ?"

"Sex. He taught me new things."

"Did you enjoy the lesson ?"

She smiled in her slumber,"Yes. It was a sound lesson."

"Do you want to dream about Thomas More sex lessons from your instructor ?"

"Yes"was the quick reply.

"You will dream about the teacher again, you want to learn more from him. He will learn you grand things about sex. What he teaches you will feel good and you will enjoy the lessons."

Whitney moved her legs a little farther apart on the sofa,"Yes, tremendous sex lessons."

Once more 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 Levis while I looked at her graceful body.

That night I was out with a couple of supporter and came in recently, or early depending on how you looked at the clock, it was after 1 in the sunup. 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 center snapped undetermined. She pulled the cover up then eased into the bed snuggling stuffy to me. I could palpate the heat energy from her nakedness radiating like a warming sun on my back. She rested an arm over my hips and let her digit drift to my cock. Eli Whitney wrapped her fingers around me and began to tug on my degenerate growing erection. A thousand things raced around my head but only one thought stood out. My proffer had worked. I rolled over to face her, Mount Whitney looked at me, eyes with child with desire and put her sassing on mine. The soft warmth of her lips matched the points of high temperature on my chest where her breast were pressed against me. I rolled her to her back, got between her thigh and slid the harden drumhead of my cock into her hot tender center. She was flowing with lubrication so my turncock dipped deeply into her as she bowed her back, inviting me to dawn her. I stopped with my ball were caressing her ass. She looked into my heart and whispered"I dreamed about you"then began to move her body with me.

She loosened all the passion and need she had accumulated since she started having sex. Whitney was bouncing and heaving, her body bending and flexing as moving ridge of sexual excitement washed through her. Her pussy was a boiling cauldron, spilling heated fluid around the shaft of my tool, the sheepfold of her sex swollen and tender. I looked into her eyes and saw only double-dyed instinctive lust. When I plunged into her she gasped for air, when I pulled back she moaned tongueless sounds. My ball were packed tight, loading up for a major C out when Whitney grabbed my ass with both hands and dug her nails into the skin of my cheeks while pulling me hard against her bucking body. She began to sing a soft senior high school pitched wail, I felt her begin to pulsate, the entire bed began to shake off as a series of orgasmic explosion destroyed any control she had over her muscles. My sister flailed the bed with her legs and held my ass in a vise like grip while she gasped for air and rilievo from the effect of the climax. She rocked her hips so heavy I couldn't stay with her, my cock slipped out and stabbed at her ass. Eli Whitney let go of my fanny and reached between us and guided my dickhead back to the opening of her body. I hammered back into her as the shiver quieted to random ictus. She opened her oculus and said one Word into my ear,"Cum."That's all it took for me. I slid the forefront of my erection deep into my sis's cavity then convulsed, pounding against her while delivering all the life-time forces my lump had brewed up. When she felt me spurting into her she pulled me into a candy kiss, her tongue dance with mine, keeping the calendar method of my orgasm.

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

She rested against me, her head on my shoulder, her bare body pressed firmly on mine,"I had a really hot pipe dream. I dreamed about you and when I woke up the just thing I could think of was coming over here. I couldn't stop. 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 metre. This is a little surprising."

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

I wasn't ready to shed her out of the bed yet."No, stay here. It's not right that the young lady has to sneak off in the Night after sex. That's what the guy is supposed to do."She hesitated, smiled weakly at my faint attack 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 good as your aspiration ?"

Whitney paused slightly ; color rose in her cheeks, then she whispered excitedly"Better, I never came that way before. That was the awesomest feeling I ever had."

"Awesomest ? Is that a intelligence ?"

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

"Don't you have a fellow ? 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 affair that you are my crony. I never got that hot for anyone before, I had to do this -- - I had to."

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

A straightaway look of concern flashed through her oculus then they brightened into a grin."If your balls can't handle that little bit of battering, then you must have a dread sex life."

"You could kiss them and construct them finger better."

"I don't think I want to kiss them right now but how about a little massage ?"She reached between my legs and cupped my nads in the palm of her hand. With that slight gesture and suggestion, Eli Whitney and I started another object lesson in her sex education.

She was gone when I woke up that morning ; she came to bed with me as a girl but was a charwoman when she left. I was a lilliputian afraid to face our parents because my Sister 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 berry dad said"Come outside with me son."

I stood beside him in the forenoon air and he said to me"Your mother wants me to let the cat out of the bag to you about final night."I felt myself parboil white, my knees went watery ; he continued,"We would appreciate it if you don't land your day of the month house for a nightcap. Whoever you had with you woke us both up. Mom wanted me to go right then and chamfer her out but I convinced her that we didn't need to embarrass you or her that way. It's not so much that you had a young lady with you, we don't need to scupper your Sister to such late night shenanigans."

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

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

Whitney came in about ten minutes later, shot me a quick smile then settled down with a glass of juice.

Dad left the house and mom disappeared into the back elbow room. As soon as we were alone Eli Whitney said to me"God, I'm sore."

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

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

"Yes I did, you're too hot for subdued lazy sex."

Mount Whitney put a helping hand on my pectus and fingered my shirt push while she flirted,"When do you go back to schoolhouse ?"With that doubt she was letting me know that she wanted to screw me again. My hammer began to intumesce. Whitney stepped back quickly and was studiously ignoring me when mom came back into the kitchen and asked my sister if she wanted to go shopping. Eli Whitney told her she had other architectural plan, maybe side by side fourth dimension. After she left I went looking for our founding father to receive out what he was doing. He was just leaving to go golfing with his brother. My sister and I would be alone for respective hours again.

No Sooner than mom's car was out of ken, I turned to my babe,"I need a cascade, come on."

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

While the water supply was warming we discase each other. It started with a peck on the lip and a slow scope for her blouse push button but in a few seconds we were locked in duel of tongues while our hands frantically pulled at any piece 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 doses of cum the night before so slipping my blade hard-on into her was fast and easy. Whitney whipped her head back and Forth River as I fucked her. She lifted one leg around my waist and groaned between gasp of air"Oh hell yes, do this to me ! It feels so damn good ! I love it ! !"

I finally overcame my urge to do it her to an straightaway orgasm and pulled out of her. Her chest was heaving with sexual exertion as I pulled her into the stream of urine. As the piss cascaded off her shoulders and over her nipple I grabbed a bottle of liquidness soap and began a deadening exploration of her body. My hired hand began a journey of discovery on her nakedness that lasted for several instant. She had her center closed most of the time, her brawniness would twitch and shudder when I caressed a attender spotlight. Her nipple and the folds of her pussy were hyper-sensitive, she had her first soft sexual climax as I fondled those division of her.

When I was done cleansing her I sat on the level of the shower and pulled on Whitney's pelvic arch until she stood over me, thighs on either side of my head. From that military position I began a object lesson in oral sex. I kissed the tabu lips of her body which caused another deep shutter, her second joint rippled against my impudence. I licked her slit then probed between the bend of skin until I found the hood that hid her clit. She shivered again, moaned and twisted her fingers into my scalp. I ate my babe, teasing her clit, dipping the end of my glossa into her body while I held her ass in my hand. She took everything I gave her for five minutes then let go with another, stronger, coming, filling the air of the exhibitor with battle cry of unfettered passion. Her peg couldn't hold her up so she collapsed to the floor of the shower, unaware of anything except the feeling of her brawniness turning to Jell-O. The hang water was cooling, we 'd used all the hot pee 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, branch spread wide of the mark ; I could see the effect I had on her. Her snatch was swollen and open, a fleshly invitation to my throbbing erection. She clutched a pillow, turned to me and said"I hope you aren't done yet."I climbed onto the bed, between her undefended branch and put the header of my turncock into her. The firm embonpoint of her ass pressed against my tummy caused another gravid dose of hormones to spill from my orchis, inflaming my cock even more. I fucked Whitney as if we were on our honeymoon. Our physical structure clashed in a battle for expiation and domination, she and I spent the residue of the morning abusing each other. We were heedless, mindless, acting only on the nature of a male and female in a mating delirium. I filled her to capacitance with sperm and semen twice ; she fell into a sexually induced comatoseness after a serial of orgasms.

I never had to hypnotize my sister after that. She was a willing sex educatee and loved to experiment with new lieu and bit, using me as her intimate tutor. Whitney and I still fuck like devotee when we get together but now we meet as compeer. She is hot, wanton and live but anymore she does n't just get wind from me, we learn from each early .