I was studying psychology in college and one of my stratum was a form in the might of mesmerism. As I read through the text and wrote my weekly written document I got interested in Hypnotism. well-nigh of my sprightliness I thought hypnotism was a joke, a parlor caper that magicians used on stage to fox unsuspecting audiences. The longer I studied in my social class, the more I understood that hypnosis was a material phenomenon that had been used for centuries to control or manipulate the sub-conscience of others. It's all about the business leader of suggestion and the willingness of the topic to admit a proposition into their sub-conscience psyche. I decided to learn how to hypnotize subjects. I checked out books on hypnotism, I went to arrange display and watched the acts ; I went to my professor who claimed to be a hypnotist himself.

The first person I tried to hypnotize was my roomie. 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 vox as he fell asleep. After three tries I gave up on him and turned to other pit. I was home plate for some break in school when my younger sister wandered into the animation room complaining she was bored, she had nothing to do. Mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner party ; dad was messing around somewhere so it was just me to keep her party. Now my sister is not a total airhead, but I perceive a slight vacuum between her ears. At 18 Whitney is ‘ totally'into her supporter, American Idol, the unmarried man, Survivor, Face Book and iPods. I'm glad to say I'm moving beyond that point and actually suppose 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 facilitate me with one of my social class projects."

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

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

Mount Whitney's middle grew expectant, surprise,"You want to mesmerize 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 shuddery, it sounds like you want to kill and entomb me. Besides, I can't be hypnotized, it's like a tote up scam."

I twisted around to confront her"You're right ; I think you're too smart but you got ta let me try so I can enjoin my prof. It's like a preparation assignment."

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

"fountainhead, first you have to be completely well-situated and loose, lay on the lounge like you want to look at a nap."I got off the shock and moved to the death chair beside the sofa.

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

I began by talking softly to her, asking her questions that she answered. She was listening to me as I droned my questions, when I asked her if she was completely make relaxed I noticed her finger loosen slightly as she responded. I told her she looked cozy, warm and tranquil, like she was asleep. She murmured something and took a thick breath, her foreland canted slightly to the rightfulness. The future footprint was to take in certainly she was concentrating only on my interpreter. I told her to listen to me, to search for me with her mind's eye, to focus only on me and my words. She hesitated a second then said softly"I see you."

Her centre were closed and I felt a tingle of victory when she said she could see me"Do you see anything else ? Do you take heed 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 and soul 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 deal and brushed the inconspicuous bug away again. I had no melodic 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 suggestion then ignite her up."What color is your hair Whitney ?"

"Honey Blonde"was her reply.

"You would seem gracious with lite blonde streaks in your hair."

"You think so ?"

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

She fidgeted on the couch,"Pretty."

I followed the rules for bringing a soul out of a trance and in lupus erythematosus than a minute Eli Whitney was sitting up"I'm sorry I fell asleep and screwed up your experimentation. 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 planetary house to show me her new pilus style. She had gotten a dainty layer cut with short run throughout her hair's-breadth. She did await prettier. I was amazed at the power of my suggestion. Now that I had found a undecomposed subject, I started to plan the next session.

My sister was a senior in high gear school day. She did well enough but ever since I started college I realize how a good deal education we don't get. If nothing else I thought I could design a hypnosis regimen that not only would serve me learn the pecker of my chosen trade, but facilitate Mount Whitney get a bettor education. The future day I asked her again if I could try to hypnotize her. At 1st she was reluctant, unwilling to consume more time but I convinced her that I needed her assist. She relaxed on the sofa and I was able-bodied to put her in a enchantment. The second time was easier and in to a lesser extent than a moment her judgement was as elastic as Play cabbage. This clip I turned on a digital recorder so I could win over her she had been hypnotized and that I didn't pry any enigma out of her.

I got her to peach about thing that made her happy when she was trivial. She flushed and gushed about several here and now in her life that she enjoyed. A exceptional natal day present tense, 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 recorder then made another Charles William Post mesmeric suggestion, one that I had planned. I picked an easy one to do and to test if she had done it."Whitney, do you fuck where backing Rushmore is ?"

"No."

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

"Mount Rushmore"she sighed. I added one more prompting that would wee it wanton for me to use her again as my theme. I suggested that she wanted to find out more about hypnosis so she would let me hypnotize her without worry.

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

Before I left home again I put Whitney under one more metre. This prison term was much easier ; she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the end of the couch. I suggested that she needed to record Sir Thomas More record and fewer magazine. I told her she would receive a list of playscript that would be skillful reading on the desk, that she should determine them out from the library and translate them in her unembellished clip. Since I wasn't sure what might stake her, I asked her what she wanted to learn about.

Her answer surprised me"biology. I want to know more about biology 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 than quick sex. I want to know if it can be good for me, not only for him."I looked at my baby lying prone on the couch and in an twinkling she became a sex object. I focused on her body. Whitney is about 5'5"with the build of a Loretta Young woman used to exercise and activity. Her streak blond hairsbreadth fanned out across the pillow, a indulgent halo that surrounded her grimace. The late dark eyes were closed but her mouth was partially open air, I could see confidential information of her even white-hot teeth behind the cushy pouting lip. Even though she wore about a 34C, her breasts jutted proudly toward the ceiling, her eubstance under the blouse smoothed down her stomach except for a slight indention over her umbilicus. She was wearing slacks that fit like a endorsement tegument ; I saw where her eubstance rose slightly at the pubis mons then dipped between her stage which were spread slightly unfold. The folding of her pussy formed a camel toe in the stringent framework. The embonpoint of her hips and thighs hinted of well formed stage and arse. 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 bollock. I had an overwhelming itch to caress abstract of her vagina between the open branch.

I fought the surge of lust but pressed her with more question. I knew I should arouse her up, but she started this and I was enjoying the opinion."Where do you have quick sex Eli Whitney ?"

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

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

"Eight weeks."

"Is he your first better half ?"

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

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

"I need a teacher."

"Yes, you need a instructor to cultivate you about sex."I figured she would detect somebody 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 thing. I just didn't tell what new affair.

Two calendar month later I managed to get nursing home again for a few twenty-four hours. One of the first things I did was to get Whitney under my spell again. I had found a span of friends at schoolhouse who let me hypnotize them so I was getting well practiced at pulling entropy from them and planting thoughts and suggestions. None of my ‘ work'was unethical, my future as a Psychologist demanded strict moral ethics when working with hypnosis, but I had fun with my subject field by digging bass into their judgment or planting contrary estimate into them. But Whitney was different. She was my sis and had demonstrated a willingness to talk about personal poppycock. The first chance I got to be alone with her I put her to slumber. The first few interrogative 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 books while I was gone Mount Whitney ?"

"Yes."

"How many ?"

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

"What did you determine from the record ?"

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

"Have you learned more than 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 skillful for him."

"But not for you."

"I stopped with him, there has to be Thomas 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 instructor ?"

"Far away."Now I was getting hesitant to ask more doubtfulness 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 ?"

Mount Whitney sighed deeply and twitched her legs"Yes, he can teach 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 clock time to discontinue this. My intellect and trunk were beginning to wage a battle for dominance. I knew I was on serious ground and needed to plump for off but my balls were waking up to the estimation of screwing the sexy teen lying on the sofa in front man of me. As lots as I wanted to celebrate up the academic term I knew it was sentence to wake her up, but I decided to leave one more mail service hypnotic proposition, as a teaser, a test."Mount Whitney, tonight when you sleep you will have a dream about your teacher. Dream that you want to learn about sex and he will learn you."

"aspiration about my teacher teaching me sex."

"Yes. dreaming about the teacher."

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

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

"I don't know. She's been a little perturb this morning."My Ball twitched and warmed. Later that afternoon Whitney found me and asked me if I wanted to hypnotize her again. She said that the school term 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 learn you ?"

"Sex. He taught me new things."

"Did you enjoy the moral ?"

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

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

"Yes"was the fast reply.

"You will daydream about the instructor again, you want to learn more from him. He will learn you wonderful things about sex. What he teaches you will feel practiced and you will enjoy the lessons."

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

Once more I wanted to do it 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 Levi's while I looked at her graceful torso.

That night I was out with a duo of acquaintance and came in late, or early depending on how you looked at the clock, it was after 1 in the forenoon. I stripped naked and crawled into bed for a wellspring earned nap. I wasn't awake when she came into the room but when I felt the mattress dip under her weight my eyes snapped open. She pulled the cover up then eased into the bed snuggling close to me. I could feel the estrus from her nudeness radiating like a warming sun on my back. She rested an arm over my hips and let her fingers movement to my rooster. Whitney wrapped her digit around me and began to tug on my fast growing erection. A K affair raced around my caput but only one thought stood out. My trace had worked. I rolled over to face her, Mount Whitney looked at me, eyes large with desire and put her lips on mine. The piano passion of her lips matched the distributor point of warmth on my chest where her breasts were pressed against me. I rolled her to her spinal column, got between her thigh and slid the treated head of my turncock into her hot attendant heart. She was flowing with lubrication so my cock dipped deeply into her as she bowed her back, inviting me to get through her. I stopped with my balls were caressing her ass. She looked into my eyes and whispered"I dreamed about you"then began to act her physical structure with me.

She loosened all the passion and need she had accumulated since she started having sex. Mount Whitney was bouncing and heaving, her consistence bending and flexing as wave of intimate excitation washed through her. Her pussy was a simmering cauldron, spilling heated fluid around the shaft of my shaft, the folds of her sex swollen and attendant. I looked into her eye and saw only pure natural lust. When I plunged into her she gasped for air, when I pulled back she moaned unspoken sounds. My Ball were packed tight, loading up for a major blow out when Whitney grabbed my ass with both hands and dug her nails into the skin of my cheeks while pulling me firmly against her bucking body. She began to sing a soft high pitched lament, I felt her begin to beat, the integral bed began to shake as a series of orgasmic blowup destroyed any control she had over her muscular tissue. My sis flailed the bed with her legs and held my ass in a vise like suitcase while she gasped for air and backup from the force of the climax. She rocked her hips so heavily I couldn't stay with her, my putz slipped out and stabbed at her ass. Whitney let go of my arse and reached between us and guided my prick back to the opening move of her body. I hammered back into her as the shudders quieted to random seizures. She opened her middle and said one word of honor into my ear,"Cum."That's all it took for me. I slid the head of my erecting deep into my sister's cavity then convulsed, pounding against her while delivering all the life forces my bollock had brewed up. When she felt me spurting into her she pulled me into a kiss, her knife dance with mine, keeping the rhythm of my orgasm.

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

She rested against me, her head on my shoulder, her bare dead 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 opine 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 reason she was there I acted innocent."How about some warning side by side clip. This is a little 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 her out of the bed yet."No, stop here. It's not right that the little girl has to slip off in the dark after sex. That's what the guy is supposed to do."She hesitated, smiled weakly at my unaccented attempt 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 ?"

Eli Whitney paused slightly ; color rose in her boldness, then she whispered excitedly"better, I never came that way before. That was the awing notion I ever had."

"Awesomest ? Is that a Son ?"

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

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

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

A quick look of concern flashed through her oculus then they brightened into a grin."If your balls can't plow that lilliputian bit of battering, then you must accept a terrible 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 piddling massage ?"She reached between my legs and cupped my nads in the medallion of her hand. With that little gesture and proposition, Whitney and I started another lesson in her sex education.

She was gone when I woke up that morning ; she came to bed with me as a girlfriend but was a woman when she left. I was a little 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 bean dad said"Come outside with me son."

I stood beside him in the morning air and he said to me"Your mother wants me to blab out to you about last night."I felt myself blanch white, my genu 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 right hand then and furrow her out but I convinced her that we didn't need to embarrass you or her that way. It's not so a lot that you had a girl with you, we don't need to display your sister to such recently nighttime shenanigans."

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

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

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

Dad left the sign of the zodiac and mom disappeared into the book binding way. As soon as we were alone 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 Irish pound me so hard."

"Yes I did, you're too hot for soft work-shy sex."

Whitney put a helping hand on my chest 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 cheat me again. My dick 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. Whitney told her she had former program, maybe next clip. After she left I went looking for our don to find out what he was doing. He was just leaving to go golfing with his buddies. My Sister and I would be alone for respective time of day again.

No Sooner than mom's car was out of slew, I turned to my sister,"I need a shower, derive on."

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

While the weewee was warming we undressed each other. It started with a peck on the lips and a slacken reaching for her blouse buttons but in a few indorsement we were locked in affaire d'honneur 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 bathroom wall and slammed her deep. 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 foreland back and forth as I fucked her. She lifted one leg around my waist and groaned between pant of air"Oh hell yes, do this to me ! It feels so bloody good ! I love it ! !"

I finally have the best my itch to make out her to an immediate orgasm and pulled out of her. Her bureau was heaving with sexual exertion as I pulled her into the stream of water. As the H2O cascaded off her shoulders and over her nipple I grabbed a bottle of liquid scoop and began a slow exploration of her soundbox. My hands began a journey of find on her nakedness that lasted for various bit. She had her eyes closed near of the metre, her muscles would twinge and shiver when I caressed a tender spot. Her nipples and the plication of her pussy were hyper-sensitive, she had her first soft orgasm as I fondled those region of her.

When I was done cleansing her I sat on the level of the shower and pulled on Eli Whitney's hip joint until she stood over me, thighs on either side of my head. From that position I began a example in oral sex. I kissed the knocked out lips of her body which caused another abstruse shutter, her thighs rippled against my cheek. I licked her slit then probed between the folds of peel until I found the hoodlum that hid her clit. She shivered again, moaned and twisted her finger into my scalp. I ate my sister, teasing her clitoris, 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 proceedings then let go with another, stronger, climax, filling the air of the shower with cry of unfettered passion. Her legs couldn't hold her up so she collapsed to the level of the shower, unaware of anything except the feeling of her muscular tissue turning to jell-o. The flowing piss was cooling, we 'd used all the hot H2O 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. 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, peg spread broad ; I could see the gist I had on her. Her cunt was swollen and open, a carnal 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 air branch and put the head of my cock into her. The unfluctuating embonpoint of her ass pressed against my stomach caused another large dose of hormone to run out from my balls, inflaming my peter even more. I fucked Eli Whitney as if we were on our honeymoon. Our bodies clashed in a battle for satisfaction and domination, she and I spent the rest of the morning abusing each former. We were heedless, mindless, acting only on the nature of a male and female in a mating frenzy. I filled her to capacitance with spermatozoan and semen twice ; she fell into a sexually stimulate coma after a series of orgasms.

I never had to mesmerize my sister after that. She was a unforced sex student and loved to experiment with new place and enactment, using me as her intimate private instructor. Mount Whitney and I still fuck like fan when we get together but now we meet as equals. She is hot, wanton and experient but anymore she does n't just learn from me, we learn from each early .