I was studying psychological science in college and one of my division was a grade in the mightiness of hint. As I read through the text and wrote my weekly papers I got interested in mesmerism. about of my life I thought Hypnotism was a trick, a parlor trick that magicians used on stage to trick unsuspecting audiences. The longsighted I studied in my class, the more I understood that hypnosis was a really phenomenon that had been used for centuries to control or falsify the sub-conscience of others. It's all about the baron of mesmerism and the willingness of the matter to take on a proposition into their sub-conscience psyche. I decided to learn how to hypnotize matter. I checked out books on hypnotism, I went to stage shows and watched the turn ; I went to my prof who claimed to be a mesmerist himself.

The offset individual I tried to hypnotize was my roomy. He wasn't cooperating too well, joking and laughing as I intoned my chant that he was sleepyheaded and that he should focus on my vocalization as he fell asleep. After three tries I gave up on him and turned to other stone pit. I was nursing home for some break in shoal when my younger Sister wandered into the bread and butter 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 keep open her company. Now my sister is not a total airhead, but I perceive a slight vacuum between her ears. At 18 Whitney is ‘ totally'into her champion, American perfection, the bachelor-at-arms, survivor, side Book and iPods. I'm glad to say I'm moving beyond that level and actually believe 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 family projects."

She cast a suspicious spirit at me"I can't do college hooey, you know that."

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

Whitney's eye grew great, surprised,"You want to hypnotize me ? Why ?"

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

"Now that's scary, 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 up her"You're right ; 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 intellect I figured she would fold up and let me attempt to hypnotize her. I was right, she looked at me for a few second then asked"How does this happen ?"

"fountainhead, first you have to be completely prosperous and slack, lay on the couch like you want to charter a nap."I got off the cushion and moved to the chairperson beside the sofa.

Mount Whitney flopped down on her back, snuggled into the shock, laced her digit together over her breadbasket, sighed deeply and closed her centre."promise me you won't ask me any personal material. If you try I'll walk right out."I promised.

I began by talking softly to her, asking her motion that she answered. She was listening to me as I droned my inquiry, when I asked her if she was completely relaxed I noticed her fingers loosen slightly as she responded. I told her she looked cozy, affectionate and still, like she was asleep. She murmured something and took a mysterious breath, her head canted slightly to the right. The next dance step was to make indisputable she was concentrating only on my voice. 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 closed and I felt a thrill of victory when she said she could see me"Do you see anything else ? Do you find out anything else ?"

"No, only you."

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

Eli Whitney frowned lightly"Edward Thatch 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 insect. I was awestruck that she did what I expected."The fly just landed on your cheek Whitney."She lifted her script 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 stir up her up."What color is your hair's-breadth Whitney ?"

"love Blonde"was her reply.

"You would take care courteous with ignitor blonde streak in your hair."

"You think so ?"

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

She fidgeted on the sofa,"Pretty."

I followed the rules for bringing a person out of a trance and in less than a bit 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 following day my sister came bounding into the household to read me her new hair flair. She had gotten a nice layer cut with lightheaded streaks throughout her fuzz. She did look prettier. I was amazed at the power of my suggestion. Now that I had found a ripe case, I started to be after the following session.

My sister was a fourth-year in in high spirits shoal. She did well enough but ever since I started college I realize how practically education we don't get. If zero else I thought I could contrive a hypnosis regimen that not only would serve me learn the cock of my chosen barter, but help Whitney get a better education. The succeeding day I asked her again if I could try to mesmerize her. At first she was reluctant, unwilling to neutralize more time but I convinced her that I needed her supporter. She relaxed on the sofa and I was able to put her in a enchantment. The second metre was sluttish and in less than a second her thinker was as pliable as Play Dough. This time I turned on a digital recorder so I could convince her she had been hypnotized and that I didn't pry any arcanum out of her.

I got her to verbalize about things that made her happy when she was little. She flushed and gushed about several moment in her life that she enjoyed. A particular birthday present, the cat we had for years, and for some odd reason known only to her, playing ‘ Operation'with me. After about 15 arcminute I shut off the recorder then made another place soporific suggestion, one that I had planned. I picked an wanton one to do and to try if she had done it."Whitney, do you sleep together where riding horse Rushmore is ?"

"No."

"You have to ascertain out. You should go to the depository library and line up out where and what Mount Rushmore is. It is important that you know this because when you go to college you will let to live about mount Rushmore. You have to watch, I am your teacher."I stressed the word teacher.

"mount Rushmore"she sighed. I added one Sir Thomas More prompting that would crap it wanton for me to use her again as my discipline. I suggested that she wanted to learn Sir Thomas More about hypnosis so she would let me hypnotize her without worry.

Two days later I brought up the study of national monument at dinner party. All of a sudden Whitney came alive and started telling us about Mt. Rushmore in S Dakota, what it was and who carved it. My parents were thrilled that their girl talked about something besides shopping and Survivor. I was thrilled that my plan had worked. I had a willing subject that took post-hypnotic proffer and acted on them. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered where her boundary 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 time was much wanton ; she was asleep almost as soon as her capitulum hit the end of the couch. I suggested that she needed to read Thomas More rule book and fewer magazine publisher. I told her she would find a list of ledger that would be good reading on the desk, that she should check them out from the program library and read them in her extra clip. Since I wasn't sure what might interest her, I asked her what she wanted to learn about.

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

"Why do you require to learn 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 Virgo 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 sister lying prone on the sofa and in an jiffy she became a sex object. I focused on her body. Mount Whitney is about 5'5"with the build of a youth fair sex used to practice and activity. Her streaked blonde hair fanned out across the pillow, a soft halo that surrounded her face. The recondite blue sky eye were fill up but her mouth was partially open, I could see suggestion of her even white teeth behind the mild pouting lips. Even though she wore about a 34C, her knocker jutted proudly toward the ceiling, her body under the blouse smoothed down her stomach except for a svelte indentation over her navel. She was wearing slackness that fit like a mo tegument ; I saw where her body rose slightly at the os pubis mons then dipped between her legs which were spread slightly undetermined. The flexure of her slit formed a camel toe in the tight textile. The embonpoint of her articulatio coxae 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 frisson of unrest directly to my globe. I had an overwhelming urge to caress outline of her vagina between the open ramification.

I fought the spate of lustfulness but pressed her with more than questions. I knew I should wake her up, but she started this and I was enjoying the perspective."Where do you have quick 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.

"octet weeks."

"Is he your first better half ?"

"Yes."My Sister gave it up to someone only two months ago ? No wonder she wanted to learn more. My cock had perked up at the mention of sex and was beginning to drool for a partner. I looked my sis up and down and decided I needed to end the session before I tried to attain her my adjacent conquest.

But before I did,"You need a different partner Mount Whitney, someone with experience and who will take clip to teach you new and exciting sex."

"I need a teacher."

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

"Blackbeard me sex. Yes."

With that I roused her from her spell. She didn't remember anything that we'd talked about so I hedged and told her about her desire to get a line new matter. I just didn't enjoin what new things.

Two months later I managed to get home again for a few sidereal day. One of the first thing I did was to get Whitney under my magical spell again. I had found a span of friends at school who let me hypnotize them so I was getting well practiced at pulling data from them and planting thoughts and suggestions. None of my ‘ work'was unethical, my future as a Psychologist demanded strict lesson ethical code when working with hypnosis, but I had fun with my study by digging deeper into their judgment or planting wayward approximation into them. But Whitney was dissimilar. She was my sister and had demonstrated a willingness to talk about personal material. The first chance I got to be alone with her I put her to sleep. The low gear few questions were fond up case, 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 ?"

"Four"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 take from the books ?"

"I like to read. Those were good stories."I was elated that my Sister had taken my hypnotism so well. Once I got the resonance 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 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 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 learn about sex from your instructor ?"

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

It was fourth dimension to stop this. My psyche and soundbox were beginning to wage a battle for authority. I knew I was on grave terra firma and needed to back up off but my ball were waking up to the idea of screwing the sexy teen lying on the couch in front of me. As much as I wanted to observe up the academic session I knew it was clip to awake her up, but I decided to leave one more berth soporific mesmerism, as a teaser, a test."Whitney, tonight when you sleep you will accept a dreaming about your teacher. Dream that you want to learn about sex and he will teach you."

"ambition about my teacher teaching me sex."

"Yes. Dream about the teacher."

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

The following morning I came into the kitchen for a bowling ball of cereal and found my sister sitting with our female parent. Whitney took one look at me, blushed red and looked away from my eyes. I said good morning to both but Mount Whitney stood and fled the kitchen in a hurry, she didn't say a thing."What's improper with her ?"I asked mom.

"I don't know. She's been a little distracted this morning."My balls twitched and warmed. Later that good afternoon Eli Whitney found me and asked me if I wanted to hypnotize her again. She said that the session 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 intellect."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 beneficial lesson."

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

"Yes"was the speedy reply.

"You will dream about the teacher again, you want to determine more from him. He will instruct you wondrous thing about sex. What he teaches you will finger adept and you will enjoy the lessons."

Whitney moved her wooden leg a little farther apart on the lounge,"Yes, wonderful sex lessons."

Once Thomas More I wanted to cognise if she knew who she was talking about."Who is your teacher ?"

"You are my teacher."My manhood was jammed against the front of my levis while I looked at her graceful body.

That night I was out with a couple of Quaker and came in late, or early depending on how you looked at the clock, it was after 1 in the morning time. I stripped raw 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 close down to me. I could feel the heat from her nakedness radiating like a warming sun on my dorsum. She rested an arm over my hips and let her fingers gallery to my cock. Whitney wrapped her digit around me and began to tug on my debauched growing erection. A thousand matter raced around my promontory but only one thought stood out. My trace had worked. I rolled over to face her, Mount Whitney looked at me, middle large with desire and put her lips on mine. The subdued warmth of her lips matched the points of oestrus on my chest where her breast were pressed against me. I rolled her to her back, got between her thigh and slid the hardened chief of my stopcock into her hot tender center field. She was flowing with lubrication so my prick dipped deeply into her as she bowed her back, inviting me to riddle her. I stopped with my ballock were caressing her ass. She looked into my center 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 physical structure bending and flexing as moving ridge of intimate excitement washed through her. Her twat was a boiling cauldron, spilling heated fluid around the lance of my cock, the folds of her sex swollen and tender. I looked into her optic and saw only pure instinctive lust. When I plunged into her she gasped for air, when I pulled back she moaned mute auditory sensation. My clod were packed tight, loading up for a John R. Major bump out when Whitney grabbed my ass with both script and dug her nails into the skin of my cheeks while pulling me hard against her bucking soundbox. She began to sing a soft high gear pitched lamentation, I felt her begin to quiver, the intact bed began to stir as a series of orgasmic detonations destroyed any control she had over her muscles. My sister flailed the bed with her ramification and held my ass in a vise like grip while she gasped for air and alleviation from the military force of the culmination. She rocked her hip joint so unvoiced I couldn't stay with her, my prick slipped out and stabbed at her ass. Whitney let go of my butt and reached between us and guided my pricking back to the porta of her body. I hammered back into her as the shudders quieted to random seizures. She opened her oculus and said one word into my ear,"Cum."That's all it took for me. I slid the pass of my hard-on deep into my sister's caries 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 buss, her clapper dancing with mine, keeping the cycle of my sexual climax.

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

She rested against me, her head on my shoulder, her naked trunk 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 intend of was coming over here. I couldn't occlusion. I never wanted anything so bad ; I was like totally hot for you."

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

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, hitch here. It's not right that the girl has to sneak off in the nighttime after sex. That's what the guy is supposed to do."She hesitated, smiled weakly at my weak endeavor to relieve 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 ambition ?"

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 breast slightly,"You know what I mean."I could feel her relaxing as we engaged in the igniter banter.

"Don't you have a beau ? 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 pal. I never got that hot for anyone before, I had to do this -- - I had to."

"fountainhead, you did that for sure. I don't think my chunk will ever recover from the contumely you just gave them."

A quick look of concern flashed through her eyes then they brightened into a grinning."If your balls can't handle that petty bit of battering, then you must experience a terrible sex life."

"You could kiss them and produce them feel better."

"I don't think I want to snog them right now but how about a little massage ?"She reached between my peg and cupped my nads in the medal of her deal. With that niggling gesture and suggestion, Whitney and I started another object lesson in her sex education.

She was gone when I woke up that dawning ; she came to bed with me as a girl but was a woman 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 fourth dimension. I knew immediately they heard something because when I went to the kitchen for coffee dad said"Come outside with me son."

I stood beside him in the morning air and he said to me"Your female parent wants me to peach to you about survive night."I felt myself blanch lily-white, my knee went watery ; he continued,"We would appreciate it if you don't bring your engagement home for a nightcap. Whoever you had with you woke us both up. Mom wanted me to go decent 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 often that you had a miss with you, we don't need to unwrap your sister to such late night shenanigans."

My spirit 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 down."I'm sorry dad, it's just that we needed to go somewhere and my room was convenient."

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

Eli 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 dorsum rooms. As soon as we were alone Whitney said to me"God, I'm sore."

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

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

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

Whitney put a hired hand on my chest and fingered my shirt clit while she flirted,"When do you go back to school ?"With that head she was letting me know that she wanted to screw me again. My peter began to puff up. 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. Whitney told her she had other architectural plan, maybe next time. After she left I went looking for our father to regain out what he was doing. He was just leaving to go golfing with his buddies. My sister and I would be alone for several hours again.

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

Whitney replied"I need Thomas More than that."She took my deal as I led her from the kitchen.

While the water was warming we uncase each other. It started with a peck on the sass and a slowly reach for her blouse buttons but in a few seconds we were locked in duel of tongues while our hands frantically pulled at any opus of wearable we could reach. 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 trench. She was still wet from the three doses of cum the night before so slipping my steel hard-on into her was fast and easy. Whitney whipped her read/write head 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 red cent good ! I love it ! !"

I finally overcame my itch to screw her to an contiguous sexual climax and pulled out of her. Her chest of drawers was heaving with sexual elbow grease as I pulled her into the stream of water. As the body of water cascaded off her shoulder joint and over her pap I grabbed a bottle of liquid max and began a slow exploration of her body. My hands began a journey of discovery on her nakedness that lasted for respective minutes. She had her eyes closed nigh of the clip, her muscles would twitch and shudder when I caressed a tender spotlight. Her nipples and the folds of her slit were hyper-sensitive, she had her first soft sexual climax as I fondled those character of her.

When I was done cleansing her I sat on the floor of the shower and pulled on Whitney's hips until she stood over me, thighs on either side of my head. From that position I began a lesson in oral sex. I kissed the out sassing of her torso which caused another deep shutter, her thighs rippled against my cheek. I licked her pussy then probed between the folding of skin until I found the hoodlum that hid her clit. She shivered again, moaned and twisted her fingers into my scalp. I ate my sister, 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 instant then let go with another, stronger, climax, filling the air of the shower with cries of unfettered warmth. Her legs couldn't hold her up so she collapsed to the base of the shower, unaware of anything except the feeling of her muscles turning to jell-o. The flowing pee 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 turncock 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, wooden leg spread wide ; I could see the core I had on her. Her cunt was swollen and opened, a sensual 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 open legs and put the read/write head of my cock into her. The unbendable plumpness of her ass pressed against my stomach caused another boastfully dosage of endocrine to disgorge from my balls, inflaming my cock even more. I fucked Whitney as if we were on our honeymoon. Our bodies clashed in a battle for satisfaction and domination, she and I spent the quietus of the forenoon 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 sperm cell and semen twice ; she fell into a sexually induced coma after a series of orgasms.

I never had to hypnotize my sister after that. She was a unforced sex student and loved to experiment with new placement and acts, using me as her intimate tutor. Mount Whitney and I still fuck like fan when we get together but now we meet as equal. She is hot, wanton and experienced but anymore she does n't just get a line from me, we learn from each early .