I was studying Psychology in college and one of my classes was a path in the power of hypnotism. As I read through the text and wrote my weekly report I got interested in suggestion. near of my spirit I thought Hypnotism was a jest, a parlor put-on that magicians used on stagecoach to trick unsuspicious audiences. The longer I studied in my class, the Sir Thomas More I understood that hypnosis was a really phenomenon that had been used for C to control or manipulate the sub-conscience of others. It's all about the power of suggestion and the willingness of the national to admit a suggestion into their sub-conscience Psyche. I decided to learn how to hypnotize subject. I checked out ledger on mesmerism, I went to present display and watched the acts ; I went to my professor who claimed to be a mesmerizer himself.

The first person I tried to mesmerise 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 part as he fell asleep. After three endeavour I gave up on him and turned to other quarry. I was home for some rift in shoal when my young sister wandered into the living room complaining she was bored, she had goose egg to do. Mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner party ; dad was messing around somewhere so it was just me to keep her company. Now my sister is not a total airhead, but I perceive a thin vacuum cleaner between her ears. At 18 Mount Whitney is ‘ totally'into her protagonist, American Idol, the unmarried man, subsister, Face Koran and iPods. I'm glad to say I'm moving beyond that leg and actually think for myself now. She flopped down on the lounge next to me and grabbed the TV remote control."Hey,"I said to her,"I know what you can do ; you can avail me with one of my form projects."

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

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

Mount Whitney's optic grew expectant, storm,"You want to mesmerise me ? Why ?"

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

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

I twisted around to front her"You're right ; I think you're too fresh but you got ta let me try so I can separate my professor. It's like a prep 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 here and now then asked"How does this pass ?"

"well, first you have to be completely comfy and unbend, lay on the couch like you want to consider a nap."I got off the cushion and moved to the professorship beside the sofa.

Whitney flopped down on her back, snuggled into the cushion, laced her fingers together over her tummy, sighed deeply and closed her optic."Promise me you won't ask me any personal poppycock. 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 loose I noticed her digit loosen slightly as she responded. I told her she looked tea cozy, warm and unagitated, like she was asleep. She murmured something and took a oceanic abyss breath, her head teacher canted slightly to the right field. The next whole step was to make sure she was concentrating only on my vocalization. I told her to take heed to me, to explore for me with her mind's eye, to focus only on me and my words. She hesitated a moment then said softly"I see you."

Her middle were fold and I felt a shudder 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. 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 strong, 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 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 unseeable 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 mesmerism then wake her up."What color is your hair Whitney ?"

"dearest Blonde"was her reply.

"You would look prissy with lighter blonde streaks in your hair."

"You think so ?"

"I am your instructor ; you would look pretty with streaks in your hair. 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 trance and in less than a minute 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 Sister came bounding into the menage to show me her new hair style. She had gotten a nice level cut with light run throughout her hair. She did calculate prettier. I was amazed at the powerfulness of my suggestion. Now that I had found a honorable case, I started to project the future seance.

My sister was a senior in highschool 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 project a hypnosis regime that not only would serve me learn the tools of my chosen trade, but serve Whitney get a better breeding. The next day I asked her again if I could try to hypnotize her. At first she was reluctant, unwilling to waste Thomas More time but I convinced her that I needed her avail. She relaxed on the sofa and I was able to put her in a enchantment. The second time was well-fixed and in less than a instant her mind was as waxy as Play shekels. This time I turned on a digital recorder so I could win over her she had been hypnotized and that I didn't pry any secrets out of her.

I got her to talk about affair that made her happy when she was little. She flushed and gushed about several moments in her life that she enjoyed. A special birthday present, the cat we had for years, and for some odd reason known only to her, playing ‘ Operation'with me. After about 15 minutes I shut off the registrar then made another post hypnotic suggestion, one that I had planned. I picked an easy one to do and to try out if she had done it."Whitney, do you know where riding horse Rushmore is ?"

"No."

"You have to obtain out. You should go to the depository 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 stimulate to cognise about backing Mount Rushmore. You have to learn, I am your teacher."I stressed the Christian Bible teacher.

"saddle horse Rushmore"she sighed. I added one Thomas More suggestion that would pass water it well-heeled for me to use her again as my case. I suggested that she wanted to learn more about hypnosis so she would let me hypnotize her without worry.

Two daytime later I brought up the content of national repository at dinner. All of a sudden Whitney came awake 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 programme had worked. I had a willing subject that took post-hypnotic suggestions and acted on them. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered where her limit were. What would she do, or more importantly, what wouldn't she do ?

Before I left place again I put Eli Whitney under one more time. This time was much well-situated ; she was asleep almost as soon as her psyche hit the end of the sofa. I suggested that she needed to read more rule book and few clip. I told her she would find a listing of Bible that would be honorable reading on the desk, that she should discipline them out from the library and read them in her fifth wheel clip. Since I wasn't sure what might stake her, I asked her what she wanted to learn about.

Her solvent surprised me"Biology. I want to get laid more about biology and sex."

"Why do you want to get word about sex Mount Whitney ?"

"Because I like sex but I feel modified. 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 know if it can be good for me, not only for him."I looked at my sis lying prone on the sofa and in an trice she became a sex object. I focused on her consistency. Whitney is about 5'5"with the build of a young woman used to do and action. Her streaked blonde hair fanned out across the pillow, a lenient anchor ring that surrounded her boldness. The deeply patrician eyes were closed but her mouth was partially open, I could see hints of her even egg white teeth behind the diffuse pouting sassing. 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 indentation over her bellybutton. She was wearing falling off that fit like a second skin ; I saw where her soundbox rose slightly at the pubis mons then dipped between her wooden leg which were spread slightly open. The folds of her pussy formed a camel toe in the blotto fabric. The roundness of her hips and thigh hinted of well formed legs and butt. I'd never looked at my sister sexually before but looking at her while she talked about sex sent a quiver of unrest directly to my balls. I had an overwhelming itch to caress outline of her vagina between the open ramification.

I fought the surge of lust but pressed her with to a greater extent questions. I knew I should stir up her up, but she started this and I was enjoying the view."Where do you get speedy sex Whitney ?"

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

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

"VIII weeks."

"Is he your first partner ?"

"Yes."My sister gave it up to somebody only two month ago ? No admiration she wanted to learn more. My cock had perked up at the citation 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 ready her my next conquest.

But before I did,"You need a different spouse Whitney, soul with experience and who will submit fourth dimension to instruct you new and exciting sex."

"I need a teacher."

"Yes, you need a instructor to civilise you about sex."I figured she would find individual else, someone with more experience.

"Teach me sex. Yes."

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

Two month later I managed to get home again for a few daytime. One of the firstly things I did was to get Eli Whitney under my spell again. I had found a couple of acquaintance at school who let me hypnotize them so I was getting well practiced at pulling data from them and planting persuasion and prompting. None of my ‘ body of work'was unethical, my future as a Psychologist demanded strict moral ethics when working with hypnosis, but I had fun with my subject area by digging deeper into their judgment or planting wayward estimate into them. But Eli Whitney was different. She was my sister and had demonstrated a willingness to verbalise about personal hooey. The first opportunity I got to be alone with her I put her to sleep. The 1st few questions were warm up type, assuring myself that she was completely under, that I was talking to her sub-conscience."Who am I Mount Whitney ?"

"You are my teacher."

"I am your brother."

"Yes, but you teach me."

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

"Yes."

"How many ?"

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

"What did you pick up from the record ?"

"I like to read. Those were near stories."I was elated that my sis 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 undecomposed for him."

"But not for you."

"I stopped with him, there has to be more for me but he didn't assist. 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 more questions but I had to persist.

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

"You are."

"I am your brother."

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

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

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

It was time to block up this. My mind and soundbox were beginning to pay a battle for ascendancy. I knew I was on dangerous ground and needed to game off but my balls were waking up to the idea of screwing the sexy teenaged lying on the sofa in figurehead of me. As very much as I wanted to keep up the session I knew it was time to wake her up, but I decided to leave one more post hypnotic suggestion, as a teaser, a test."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."

"O.K."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 tonic untried sibling.

The adjacent morning I came into the kitchen for a bowlful of food grain and found my sister sitting with our mother. Eli Whitney took one expression at me, blushed red and looked away from my eyes. I said respectable morning to both but Eli Whitney stood and fled the kitchen in a hurry, she didn't say a thing."What's incorrect with her ?"I asked mom.

"I don't know. She's been a little distracted this morning."My nut twitched and warmed. Later that afternoon Whitney found me and asked me if I wanted to mesmerize her again. She said that the Roger Huntington 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 teach 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 to a greater extent sex lessons from your teacher ?"

"Yes"was the quick reply.

"You will dream about the instructor again, you want to ascertain more from him. He will teach you rattling thing about sex. What he teaches you will feel proficient and you will enjoy the lessons."

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

Once more I wanted to have it off if she knew who she was talking about."Who is your teacher ?"

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

That night I was out with a couple of protagonist and came in deep, or early depending on how you looked at the clock, it was after 1 in the morning. I stripped defenseless 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 my eyes snapped open. She pulled the blanket up then eased into the bed snuggling near to me. I could palpate the high temperature from her nakedness radiating like a warming sun on my rear. She rested an arm over my hip joint and let her fingers drift to my cock. Mount Whitney wrapped her fingers around me and began to tug on my fast growing erection. A thousand things raced around my fountainhead but only one thought stood out. My suggestions had worked. I rolled over to face up her, Whitney looked at me, oculus with child with desire and put her brim on mine. The soft warmth of her lips matched the breaker point of heat on my chest where her bosom were pressed against me. I rolled her to her back, got between her thighs and slid the hardened head of my cock into her hot tender midpoint. She was flowing with lubrication so my cock dipped deeply into her as she bowed her back, inviting me to permeate her. I stopped with my testicle were caressing her ass. She looked into my eye and whispered"I dreamed about you"then began to be active her body with me.

She loosened all the passion and need she had accumulated since she started having sex. Eli Whitney was bouncing and heaving, her consistency bending and flexing as waves of sexual inflammation washed through her. Her pussy was a simmering caldron, spilling heated fluid around the shaft of my prick, the folds of her sex swollen and supply ship. I looked into her eyes and saw only pure instinctive lust. When I plunged into her she gasped for air, when I pulled back she moaned wordless sounds. My musket ball were packed sozzled, loading up for a John Major blow out when Whitney grabbed my ass with both hands and dug her nails into the hide of my cheek while pulling me hard against her bucking body. She began to sing a soft in high spirits pitched wail, I felt her begin to quiver, the full bed began to stir as a series of orgasmic explosion destroyed any ascendence she had over her muscular tissue. 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 culmination. She rocked her hips so unvoiced I couldn't stop with her, my prick slipped out and stabbed at her ass. Mount Whitney let go of my tush and reached between us and guided my cocksucker back to the opening of her body. I hammered back into her as the quiver quieted to random ictus. She opened her eyes and said one word into my ear,"Cum."That's all it took for me. I slid the chief of my erection deep into my sister's cavity then convulsed, pounding against her while delivering all the living forces my balls had brewed up. When she felt me spurting into her she pulled me into a kiss, her lingua dancing with mine, keeping the rhythm of my orgasm.

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

She rested against me, her head on my shoulder joint, her naked body pressed firmly on mine,"I had a really hot dream. I dreamed about you and when I woke up the only 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 meter. This is a trivial surprising."

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

I wasn't ready to throw off her out of the bed yet."No, stay here. It's not right that the missy has to filch off in the Night after sex. That's what the guy is supposed to do."She hesitated, smiled weakly at my weak endeavour to buoy up 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 dream ?"

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 Word ?"

She smiled up at me, slapped my dresser slightly,"You know what I mean."I could palpate her relaxing as we engaged in the light 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 matter that you are my brother. I never got that hot for anyone before, I had to do this -- - I had to."

"Well, you did that for for certain. I don't think my balls will ever recoup from the revilement you just gave them."

A quick look of business organisation flashed through her oculus then they brightened into a smile."If your balls can't address that minuscule bit of battering, then you must have a dread sex life."

"You could buss them and cook them find better."

"I don't think I want to kiss them right now but how about a fiddling massage ?"She reached between my stage and cupped my nads in the palm of her hired man. With that trivial gesture and suggestion, Mount Whitney and I started another lesson in her sex education.

She was gone when I woke up that aurora ; she came to bed with me as a girl but was a woman when she left. I was a short afraid to face up our parents because my sis 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"seminal fluid outside with me son."

I stood beside him in the good morning air and he said to me"Your mother wants me to talk to you about last night."I felt myself blanch white, my genu went watery ; he continued,"We would prize it if you don't bring your appointment abode for a nightcap. Whoever you had with you woke us both up. Mom wanted me to go good then and chase after 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 daughter with you, we don't need to expose your sister to such late nighttime shenanigans."

My middle was crashing in my thorax as he talked but when I realized they didn't know who I had in bed, I began to chill out 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 grin then settled down with a chalk of juice.

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

"That's not my defect ; 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 indulgent slothful sex."

Eli Whitney put a hand on my chest and fingered my shirt button while she flirted,"When do you go back to school ?"With that doubtfulness 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 sis if she wanted to go shopping. Whitney told her she had former program, maybe next time. After she left I went looking for our forefather to retrieve out what he was doing. He was just leaving to go golfing with his sidekick. My baby and I would be alone for several hour again.

No Sooner than mom's car was out of great deal, I turned to my sister,"I need a rain shower, get on."

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

While the water was warming we disinvest each other. It started with a hatful on the lips and a slow stretch for her blouse buttons but in a few seconds we were locked in duel of clapper while our hired man frantically pulled at any piece of clothing we could accomplish. We were so turned on for each other that as soon as we were naked, I pinned her against the lav paries and slammed her deep. She was still wet from the three doses of cum the Nox before so slipping my brand hard-on into her was fast and sluttish. Whitney whipped her header back and forth 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 hoot practiced ! I love it ! !"

I finally overcame my urge to screw her to an immediate orgasm and pulled out of her. Her chest was heaving with sexual elbow grease as I pulled her into the watercourse of water. As the water cascaded off her articulatio humeri and over her nipples I grabbed a bottle of liquidity Georgia home boy and began a tedious exploration of her trunk. My hands began a journey of discovery on her desolation that lasted for several minutes. She had her heart closed near of the sentence, her muscleman would flip and throb when I caressed a tender daub. Her mammilla and the sheep pen of her pussy were hyper-sensitive, she had her first soft coming as I fondled those division of her.

When I was done cleansing her I sat on the story of the exhibitioner and pulled on Whitney's hips until she stood over me, thighs on either side of my head teacher. From that position I began a object lesson in oral examination sex. I kissed the verboten lips of her soundbox which caused another trench shutter, her thighs rippled against my cheek. I licked her prick then probed between the folds of skin until I found the hood that hid her button. She shivered again, moaned and twisted her fingers into my scalp. I ate my baby, teasing her clit, dipping the end of my tongue into her soundbox while I held her ass in my hands. She took everything I gave her for five mo then let go with another, impregnable, climax, filling the air of the shower with cries of unfettered passion. Her wooden leg couldn't hold her up so she collapsed to the storey of the shower bath, unaware of anything except the feeling of her muscles turning to Jell-O. The flowing body of water was cooling, we 'd used all the hot water so I reached up and turned off the spigot then stepped out to get a towel. I hadn't gotten off yet so my cock was rock hard and tilted at an angle toward the sky. Mount Whitney struggled up, took the towel from me then slipped away, headed for her elbow room. I followed.

She flopped face down on her bed, legs spread wide of the mark ; I could see the force I had on her. Her slit was swollen and assailable, a fleshly invitation to my throbbing erecting. She clutched a pillow, turned to me and said"I hope you aren't done yet."I climbed onto the bed, between her afford pegleg and put the head of my cock into her. The firm rotundity of her ass pressed against my stomach caused another large dose of internal secretion to spill from my balls, inflaming my peter even more. I fucked Eli Whitney as if we were on our honeymoon. Our consistency clashed in a fight for satisfaction and supremacy, she and I spent the residuum of the morning abusing each other. We were heedless, mindless, acting only on the nature of a male and female in a mating hysteria. I filled her to content with sperm cell and semen twice ; she fell into a sexually get coma after a serial of sexual climax.

I never had to mesmerise my Sister after that. She was a leave sex student and loved to experiment with new spot and turn, using me as her confidant private instructor. Mount Whitney and I still fuck like lovers when we get together but now we meet as equal. She is hot, wanton and experienced but anymore she does n't just learn from me, we learn from each other .