I was studying Psychology in college and one of my classes was a course in the power of suggestion. As I read through the text and wrote my hebdomadal papers I got interested in Hypnotism. nearly of my life sentence I thought mesmerism was a prank, a living room put-on that magicians used on stage to trick unsuspecting audiences. The longer I studied in my class, the more I understood that hypnosis was a really phenomenon that had been used for centuries to control or manipulate the sub-conscience of others. It's all about the tycoon of trace and the willingness of the subject field to accept a suggestion into their sub-conscience psyche. I decided to learn how to hypnotize depicted object. I checked out leger on hypnotism, I went to stage shows and watched the Acts of the Apostles ; I went to my professor who claimed to be a hypnotiser 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 sleepyheaded and that he should boil down on my part as he fell asleep. After three endeavour I gave up on him and turned to other quarry. I was home plate for some break in school when my untried sister wandered into the animation room complaining she was bored, she had zilch to do. Mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner party ; dad was messing around somewhere so it was just me to save her company. Now my babe is not a total airhead, but I perceive a rebuff vacuum between her ears. At 18 Eli Whitney is ‘ totally'into her friends, American idol, the bachelor-at-arms, survivor, Face Book and iPods. I'm gladiola to say I'm moving beyond that stage and actually guess 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 aid me with one of my class projects."

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

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

Whitney's eyes grew declamatory, surprise,"You want to hypnotize me ? Why ?"

"I have to practice. If I'm going to be a Psychologist, I need to know how to do this. You can facilitate by letting me put you under."

"Now that's shivery, it sounds like you want to vote out and forget me. Besides, I can't be hypnotized, it's like a come scam."

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

By appealing to her intellect I figured she would fold and let me attempt to mesmerize her. I was right, she looked at me for a few moment then asked"How does this happen ?"

"Well, first you have to be completely comfortable and relaxed, lay on the couch like you want to take a nap."I got off the shock and moved to the chairwoman beside the sofa.

Mount Whitney flopped down on her back, snuggled into the cushions, laced her fingers together over her abdomen, 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 motion, when I asked her if she was completely slack up I noticed her digit loosen slightly as she responded. I told her she looked cozy, warm up and tranquil, like she was asleep. She murmured something and took a cryptical breathing spell, her capitulum canted slightly to the rightfulness. The next pace was to make sure she was concentrating only on my phonation. I told her to listen to me, to search for me with her mind's eye, to focalize only on me and my Christian Bible. She hesitated a mo then said softly"I see you."

Her eyes were close down and I felt a kick of victory when she said she could see me"Do you see anything else ? Do you hear anything else ?"

"No, only you."

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

Mount Whitney frowned lightly"Teach me something."

I was convinced she was in a spell. I did it ! I hypnotized her ! My heart was pounding hard, I flushed with triumph."Whitney, listen to me. You have a fly walking on your leg."My sister twitched her right leg then reached down to sweep off the imaginary dirt ball. 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 musical theme 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 proffer then wake up her up."What color is your hair's-breadth Mount Whitney ?"

"honey blond"was her reply.

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

"You think so ?"

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

She fidgeted on the sofa,"Pretty."

I followed the rule for bringing a person out of a spell and in less than a minute 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 next day my sis came bounding into the mansion to bear witness me her new hair dash. She had gotten a prissy stratum cut with clean bar throughout her pilus. She did look prettier. I was amazed at the magnate of my suggestion. Now that I had found a ripe theme, I started to plan the side by side sitting.

My sister was a elder in high school. She did well enough but ever since I started college I realize how much education we don't get. If nothing else I thought I could design a hypnosis regime that not only would facilitate me get a line the tools of my chosen trade, but help Whitney get a adept education. The next day I asked her again if I could try to mesmerize her. At starting time she was loath, unwilling to macerate more time but I convinced her that I needed her assistant. She relaxed on the sofa and I was capable to put her in a trance. The second time was easier and in less than a minute her mind was as pliable as romp Dough. This prison term I turned on a digital recorder so I could convert her she had been hypnotized and that I didn't pry any secrets out of her.

I got her to verbalize about thing that made her happy when she was niggling. She flushed and gushed about several moments in her life that she enjoyed. A exceptional birthday present, the cat we had for long time, and for some odd reason known only to her, playing ‘ procedure'with me. After about 15 minutes I shut off the recorder then made another berth hypnotic prompting, one that I had planned. I picked an easy one to do and to essay if she had done it."Whitney, do you know where mount Rushmore is ?"

"No."

"You have to incur out. You should go to the subroutine 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 take to cognize about Mount Rushmore. You have to determine, I am your teacher."I stressed the word teacher.

"Mount Mt. Rushmore"she sighed. I added one Sir Thomas More proposition that would piss it easier for me to use her again as my subject. I suggested that she wanted to learn more about hypnosis so she would let me hypnotize her without worry.

Two twenty-four hour period later I brought up the guinea pig of home memorial at dinner. All of a sudden Whitney came alive and started telling us about Mt. Rushmore in due south Dakota, what it was and who carved it. My parents were thrilled that their daughter talked about something besides shopping and subsister. I was thrilled that my plan had worked. I had a bequeath matter that took post-hypnotic hypnotism and acted on them. The more I thought about it, the more than 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 fourth dimension was much prosperous ; she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the end of the sofa. I suggested that she needed to learn Sir Thomas More books and fewer mag. I told her she would incur a list of books that would be just reading on the desk, that she should train them out from the library and study them in her extra time. Since I wasn't sure what might interest group her, I asked her what she wanted to larn about.

Her answer surprised me"Biology. I want to sleep together More about biology and sex."

"Why do you want to read about sex Mount 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 ?"

"Thomas More than quick sex. I want to cognise if it can be skillful for me, not only for him."I looked at my sister lying prone on the sofa and in an split second she became a sex physical object. I focused on her physical structure. Whitney is about 5'5"with the chassis of a Cy Young fair sex used to exercise and natural action. Her streaked blonde hair fanned out across the pillow, a soft halo that surrounded her grimace. The deep aristocratical eyes were closed but her sass was partially open, I could see soupcon of her even Edward D. White teeth behind the soft pouting back talk. Even though she wore about a 34C, her breasts jutted proudly toward the ceiling, her body under the blouse smoothed down her tummy except for a slight indentation over her bellybutton. She was wearing slacks that fit like a bit cutis ; I saw where her body rose slightly at the pubis mons then dipped between her pegleg which were spread slightly open. The crease of her pussy formed a camel toe in the tight cloth. The roundness of her hips and thighs hinted of well formed legs and hindquarters. I'd never looked at my sis sexually before but looking at her while she talked about sex sent a tingle of unrest directly to my balls. I had an overwhelming urge to fondle outline of her vagina between the open branch.

I fought the rush of lecherousness but pressed her with more inquiry. I knew I should wake her up, but she started this and I was enjoying the position."Where do you have immediate sex Whitney ?"

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

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

"Eight weeks."

"Is he your first partner ?"

"Yes."My sister gave it up to someone only two calendar month ago ? No wonder she wanted to take Thomas More. My putz had perked up at the mention of sex and was beginning to drool for a partner. I looked my sister up and down and decided I needed to end the session before I tried to piddle her my succeeding seduction.

But before I did,"You need a different partner Whitney, someone with experience and who will consider fourth dimension to instruct you new and arouse sex."

"I need a teacher."

"Yes, you need a teacher to civilize you about sex."I figured she would encounter somebody else, soul 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 things. I just didn't tell what new things.

Two months later I managed to get base again for a few days. One of the number one thing I did was to get Eli Whitney under my spell again. I had found a couple of protagonist at school who let me hypnotise them so I was getting well practiced at pulling information from them and planting thoughts and suggestions. None of my ‘ work'was unethical, my time to come as a Psychologist demanded strict moral ethic when working with hypnosis, but I had fun with my national by digging inscrutable into their minds or planting wayward melodic theme into them. But Whitney was different. She was my sister and had demonstrated a willingness to blab out about personal stuff. The first chance I got to be alone with her I put her to sleep. The first few doubtfulness were warm up type, 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 account book while I was gone Whitney ?"

"Yes."

"How many ?"

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

"What did you learn from the Holy Scripture ?"

"I like to read. Those were good stories."I was elated that my sis had taken my hint so well. Once I got the resonance established with her I pressed into more personal areas.

"rich person 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 more for me but he didn't help. I didn't learn."

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

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

"Where was your teacher ?"

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

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

"You are."

"I am your brother."

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

"You want to learn about sex from your teacher ?"

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

It was time to discontinue this. My mind and consistence were beginning to salary a conflict for dominance. I knew I was on unsafe ground and needed to back off but my balls were waking up to the idea of screwing the sexy teenage lying on the couch in battlefront of me. As much as I wanted to hold up the session I knew it was time to wake her up, but I decided to leave one more post hypnotic proposition, as a tormentor, a test."Whitney, tonight when you sleep you will have a dream about your teacher. pipe dream that you want to teach about sex and he will teach you."

"Dream about my instructor teaching me sex."

"Yes. dream about the teacher."

"OK"After I woke her up we talked about the books she had been reading. When she left the room I had a erection mendicancy to get into my overbold new sibling.

The next first light I came into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal and found my babe sitting with our mother. Eli Whitney took one look at me, blushed red and looked away from my eyes. I said honest morning to both but Whitney stood and fled the kitchen in a hurry, she didn't say a thing."What's damage 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 Whitney found me and asked me if I wanted to hypnotize her again. She said that the sessions were relaxing and she felt thoroughly 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 instructor ?"

"Yes."

"What did he learn you ?"

"Sex. He taught me new things."

"Did you enjoy the object lesson ?"

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

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

"Yes"was the quick reply.

"You will dream about the teacher again, you want to learn Sir Thomas More from him. He will teach you wonderful things about sex. What he teaches you will find good and you will revel the lessons."

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

Once more I wanted to make out if she knew who she was talking about."Who is your teacher ?"

"You are my teacher."My manhood was jammed against the nominal head of my Levis while I looked at her refined body.

That night I was out with a couple of champion and came in late, or early depending on how you looked at the clock, it was after 1 in the morning. I stripped naked and crawled into bed for a well earned nap. I wasn't awake when she came into the elbow room but when I felt the mattress dip under her weight unit my eyes snapped undefendable. She pulled the cover up then eased into the bed snuggling nigh to me. I could palpate the heat from her nakedness radiating like a warming sun on my rear. She rested an arm over my hips and let her fingers drift to my stopcock. Whitney wrapped her fingers around me and began to tug on my fast growing erection. A k thing raced around my foreland but only one thought stood out. My hint had worked. I rolled over to face her, Eli Whitney looked at me, optic large with desire and put her lips on mine. The soft warmth of her lip matched the pointedness of heating plant on my chest where her tit were pressed against me. I rolled her to her back, got between her thighs and slid the tempered headland of my pecker into her hot pinnace core. She was flowing with lubrication so my stopcock dipped deeply into her as she bowed her back, inviting me to penetrate her. I stopped with my egg were caressing her ass. She looked into my middle and whispered"I dreamed about you"then began to move her body with me.

She loosened all the cacoethes and need she had accumulated since she started having sex. Whitney was bouncing and heaving, her soundbox bend and flexing as waves of sexual excitement washed through her. Her kitty-cat was a boiling cauldron, spilling heated fluid around the beam of my cock, the folds of her sex swollen and tender. I looked into her eyes and saw only pure natural lust. When I plunged into her she gasped for air, when I pulled back she moaned unspoken sounds. My balls were packed tight, loading up for a Major blow out when Whitney grabbed my ass with both hired hand and dug her nails into the skin of my impertinence while pulling me unvoiced against her bucking body. She began to sing a soft high pitched lamentation, I felt her begin to palpitate, the entire bed began to shake as a series of orgasmic detonations 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 relief from the force of the climax. She rocked her articulatio coxae so backbreaking I couldn't stay with her, my cock slipped out and stabbed at her ass. Whitney let go of my hindquarters and reached between us and guided my pricking back to the opening of her soundbox. I hammered back into her as the shudders quieted to random seizures. She opened her eyes and said one Word of God into my ear,"Cum."That's all it took for me. I slid the fountainhead of my erection deep into my Sister's cavity then convulsed, pounding against her while delivering all the life forces my balls had brewed up. When she felt me spurting into her she pulled me into a kiss, her tongue dancing with mine, keeping the speech rhythm of my climax.

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

She rested against me, her headway on my berm, her naked body pressed firmly on mine,"I had a really hot dream. I dreamed about you and when I woke up the merely thing I could retrieve of was coming over here. I couldn't stop. I never wanted anything so bad ; I was like totally hot for you."

even though I knew the understanding she was there I acted innocent."How about some warning next time. 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 gear up to throw her out of the bed yet."No, stay here. It's not right that the little girl has to filch off in the Night after sex. That's what the guy is supposed to do."She hesitated, smiled weakly at my feeble try to relieve the humour then flopped back down beside me. After she cuddled into the pillow, I kissed the end of her nozzle,"Was this at least as good as your dream ?"

Whitney paused slightly ; colouring material rose in her impertinence, then she whispered excitedly"Better, I never came that way before. That was the awesomest flavor I ever had."

"Awesomest ? Is that a Logos ?"

She smiled up at me, slapped my chest slightly,"You know what I mean."I could feel her relaxing as we engaged in the easy 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 buddy. I never got that hot for anyone before, I had to do this -- - I had to."

"Well, you did that for sure. I don't think my musket ball will ever go back from the revilement you just gave them."

A quick look of concern flashed through her eyes then they brightened into a grinning."If your balls can't wield that trivial bit of battering, then you must have a horrendous sex life."

"You could buss them and make them feel better."

"I don't think I want to kiss them right now but how about a little massage ?"She reached between my wooden leg and cupped my nads in the palm of her hired man. With that little motion and suggestion, 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 young woman but was a cleaning lady when she left. I was a little afraid to present our parents because my babe and I made a lot of dissonance while we fucked feverishly two more times. I knew immediately they heard something because when I went to the kitchen for chocolate dad said"Come outside with me son."

I stood beside him in the break of day air and he said to me"Your female parent wants me to verbalise to you about go night."I felt myself blench white, my stifle went watery ; he continued,"We would appreciate it if you don't bring your date household for a nightcap. Whoever you had with you woke us both up. Mom wanted me to go right then and chase her out but I convinced her that we didn't need to embarrass you or her that way. It's not so very much that you had a girl with you, we don't need to expose your sister to such late Night shenanigans."

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

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

Mount Whitney came in about ten arcminute later, scoot me a quick smile then settled down with a methamphetamine hydrochloride of juice.

Dad left the firm and mom disappeared into the rachis rooms. 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 high temperature but you didn't have to pound me so hard."

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

Whitney put a mitt on my chest of drawers and fingered my shirt button while she flirted,"When do you go back to schoolhouse ?"With that question she was letting me know that she wanted to screw me again. My cock began to swell. 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 design, maybe next time. After she left I went looking for our father to find out what he was doing. He was just leaving to go golfing with his pal. My sister and I would be alone for several hours again.

No sooner than mom's car was out of heap, I turned to my sister,"I need a shower, come in on."

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

While the water system was warming we discase each other. It started with a peck on the mouth and a slow ambit for her blouse button but in a few seconds we were locked in duel of tongues while our hands frantically pulled at any art object of wearable we could strain. We were so turned on for each other that as soon as we were naked, I pinned her against the john wall and slammed her deep. She was still wet from the three back breaker of cum the night before so slipping my steel hard-on into her was riotous and easy. Whitney whipped her head back and forth as I fucked her. She lifted one leg around my waist and groaned between gasps of air"Oh underworld yes, do this to me ! It feels so damn good ! I love it ! !"

I finally master my urge to lie with her to an immediate climax and pulled out of her. Her chest was heaving with sexual elbow grease as I pulled her into the stream of water. As the pee cascaded off her articulatio humeri and over her nipples I grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and began a slow exploration of her body. My mitt began a journey of find on her nakedness that lasted for several min. She had her centre closed most of the fourth dimension, her muscles would jerk and shudder when I caressed a stamp spot. Her mammilla and the folds of her pussy were hyper-sensitive, she had her first sonant orgasm as I fondled those parts of her.

When I was done cleansing her I sat on the story of the shower and pulled on Eli Whitney's hips until she stood over me, thighs on either side of my question. From that berth I began a lesson in oral sex. I kissed the out lips of her body which caused another inscrutable shutter, her thighs rippled against my nerve. I licked her incision then probed between the folds of hide until I found the cowling that hid her clit. She shivered again, moaned and twisted her digit into my scalp. I ate my babe, teasing her clit, dipping the end of my tongue into her body while I held her ass in my hands. She took everything I gave her for five minutes then let go with another, inviolable, climax, filling the air of the rain shower with cries of unfettered love. Her legs couldn't hold her up so she collapsed to the flooring of the shower, unaware of anything except the feeling of her muscles turning to jell-o. The flowing urine was cooling, we 'd used all the hot water so I reached up and turned off the faucet then stepped out to get a towel. I hadn't gotten off yet so my pecker 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 way. I followed.

She flopped face down on her bed, wooden leg spreadhead wide ; I could see the gist I had on her. Her pussycat was swollen and spread, a fleshly 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 undefended legs and put the promontory of my cock into her. The firm roundness of her ass pressed against my stomach caused another large Zen of hormones to shed from my lump, inflaming my cock even more. I fucked Whitney as if we were on our honeymoon. Our bodies clashed in a battle for gratification and domination, she and I spent the rest of the morning time abusing each former. We were heedless, mindless, acting only on the nature of a male person and female in a mating delirium. I filled her to capacity with sperm and semen twice ; she fell into a sexually rush coma after a series of orgasm.

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 tutor. Mount Whitney and I still fuck like lover when we get together but now we meet as compeer. She is hot, wanton and experience but anymore she does n't just see from me, we learn from each former .