I was studying psychology in college and one of my year was a course in the power of suggestion. As I read through the text and wrote my each week written document I got interested in mesmerism. Most of my life I thought hypnotism was a joke, a front room deception that magicians used on stagecoach to play a joke on unsuspecting consultation. The longer I studied in my social class, the Sir Thomas More I understood that hypnosis was a real phenomenon that had been used for centuries to control or manipulate the sub-conscience of others. It's all about the power of suggestion and the willingness of the theme to admit a prompting into their sub-conscience mind. I decided to study how to hypnotize subject field. I checked out books on hypnotism, I went to represent appearance and watched the bit ; I went to my professor who claimed to be a hypnotist himself.

The first someone I tried to hypnotize was my roommate. He wasn't cooperating too well, joking and laughing as I intoned my chant that he was sleepy and that he should centralize on my voice as he fell asleep. After three tries I gave up on him and turned to other quarry. I was house for some break in school when my younger sister wandered into the support room complaining she was bored, she had nothing to do. Mom was in the kitchen preparation dinner party ; dad was messing around somewhere so it was just me to hold 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 friends, American language paragon, the unmarried man, subsister, Face Book and iPods. I'm glad to say I'm moving beyond that stagecoach and actually think for myself now. She flopped down on the sofa next to me and grabbed the TV remote control."Hey,"I said to her,"I know what you can do ; you can help me with one of my class projects."

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

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

Mount Whitney's optic grew large, surprised,"You want to hypnotize me ? Why ?"

"I have to pattern. 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 stamp out and bury me. Besides, I can't be hypnotized, it's like a entire scam."

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

By appealing to her intellect I figured she would fold and let me essay to hypnotize her. I was right, she looked at me for a few here and now then asked"How does this befall ?"

"wellspring, first you have to be completely well-situated and loose, lay on the sofa like you want to take a nap."I got off the cushion and moved to the chair beside the sofa.

Eli Whitney flopped down on her back, snuggled into the shock, laced her finger together over her belly, sighed deeply and closed her eye."Promise me you won't ask me any personal stuff. If you try I'll base on balls right out."I promised.

I began by talking softly to her, asking her interrogative that she answered. She was listening to me as I droned my question, when I asked her if she was completely slacken I noticed her fingers loosen slightly as she responded. I told her she looked cozy, fond and calm, like she was asleep. She murmured something and took a deep breath, her head canted slightly to the right. The next tone was to hit certain she was concentrating only on my phonation. I told her to heed to me, to search for me with her mind's eye, to focus only on me and my tidings. She hesitated a instant 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 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"Teach me something."

I was convinced she was in a trance. I did it ! I hypnotized her ! My heart was pounding hard, I flushed with triumph."Whitney, listen to me. You have a fly walking on your leg."My babe twitched her right leg then reached down to brush off the imaginary insect. I was awestruck that she did what I expected."The fly just landed on your impudence Whitney."She lifted her manus and brushed the invisible bug away again. I had no musical theme what to do next. My baby was hypnotized but I couldn't think of anything I should or could do so I decided to try a post-hypnotic prompting then ignite her up."What gloss is your hair Whitney ?"

"Honey Blonde"was her reply.

"You would see nice with idle blond run in your hair."

"You think so ?"

"I am your teacher ; you would depend 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 rules for bringing a person out of a trance and in less than a narrow 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 adjacent day my sis came bounding into the menage to show up me her new hair elan. She had gotten a nice layer cut with get down streaks throughout her hair. She did look prettier. I was amazed at the power of my suggestion. Now that I had found a effective field, I started to plan the side by side session.

My Sister was a senior 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 regimen that not only would help me learn the tools of my Chosen swap, but help Whitney get a better training. The next day I asked her again if I could try to hypnotise her. At number 1 she was reluctant, unwilling to lay waste to more sentence but I convinced her that I needed her help. She relaxed on the couch and I was capable to put her in a trance. The secondment time was well-situated and in less than a moment her mind was as bendable as gambol Dough. This meter 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 talk about things that made her felicitous when she was little. She flushed and gushed about several instant in her liveliness that she enjoyed. A special birthday nowadays, the cat we had for years, and for some odd reason known only to her, playing ‘ performance'with me. After about 15 transactions I shut off the recorder then made another post hypnotic suggestion, one that I had planned. I picked an easy one to do and to test if she had done it."Eli Whitney, do you recognize where saddle horse Mount Rushmore is ?"

"No."

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

"Mount Mt. Rushmore"she sighed. I added one More hint that would make it well-off for me to use her again as my subject. I suggested that she wanted to see more about hypnosis so she would let me hypnotise her without worry.

Two years later I brought up the subject of national monuments at dinner. All of a sudden Eli 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 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 trace and acted on them. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered where her boundaries were. What would she do, or more importantly, what wouldn't she do ?

Before I left home again I put Whitney under one more clip. This clip was much easier ; she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the end of the couch. I suggested that she needed to scan more leger and fewer magazines. I told her she would encounter a lean of Bible that would be honest reading on the desk, that she should check them out from the library and show them in her spare time. Since I wasn't sure what might interest group her, I asked her what she wanted to learn about.

Her resolution surprised me"Biology. I want to know to a greater extent about biological science 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"Thomas More than what ?"

"to a greater extent than promptly sex. I want to recognise if it can be in force for me, not only for him."I looked at my sister lying prone on the sofa and in an instant she became a sex object. I focused on her body. Mount Whitney is about 5'5"with the build of a untried woman used to work out and action. Her streaked blond hair fanned out across the pillow, a voiced ring that surrounded her nerve. The deeply low-spirited eyes were closed but her mouth was partially open, I could see hints of her even white teeth behind the diffused 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 indention over her navel. She was wearing slacks that fit like a endorsement skin ; I saw where her body rose slightly at the pubis Mon then dipped between her pegleg which were spread slightly heart-to-heart. The folding of her snatch formed a camel toe in the tight fabric. The embonpoint of her hips and thighs 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 shudder of unrest directly to my balls. I had an submerge urge to caress outline of her vagina between the open legs.

I fought the surge of lust but pressed her with more doubt. I knew I should wake her up, but she started this and I was enjoying the persuasion."Where do you experience flying sex Whitney ?"

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

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

"Eight weeks."

"Is he your number one partner ?"

"Yes."My Sister gave it up to someone only two month ago ? No curiosity she wanted to learn to a greater extent. My cock had perked up at the reference of sex and was beginning to drool for a collaborator. I looked my sister up and down and decided I needed to end the academic session before I tried to get to her my next conquest.

But before I did,"You need a different partner Eli Whitney, someone with experience and who will postulate time to teach you new and turn on sex."

"I need a teacher."

"Yes, you need a instructor to cultivate you about sex."I figured she would find 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 hear new affair. I just didn't order what new things.

Two months later I managed to get family again for a few days. One of the starting time things I did was to get Whitney under my spell again. I had found a couple of friends at shoal who let me mesmerize them so I was getting well practiced at pulling information from them and planting thoughts and mesmerism. None of my ‘ work'was unethical, my future as a Psychologist demanded stern moral ethics when working with hypnosis, but I had fun with my matter by digging recondite into their minds or planting wayward ideas into them. But Whitney was different. She was my babe and had demonstrated a willingness to blab out about personal material. The get-go prospect I got to be alone with her I put her to slumber. The get-go few head were affectionate 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 ledger while I was gone Whitney ?"

"Yes."

"How many ?"

"Four"I had left a lean of six Book and it surprised me that she had read so many in such a unawares time.

"What did you study from the books ?"

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

"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 Sir Thomas 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 Sir Thomas 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 instructor. You were far away."

"You want to hear about sex from your instructor ?"

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

It was meter to stop this. My mind and body were beginning to salary a battle for ascendance. I knew I was on dangerous footing and needed to plump for off but my formal 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 session I knew it was time to heat her up, but I decided to result one more than post hypnotic suggestion, as a teaser, a test."Whitney, tonight when you sleep you will have a dream about your teacher. Dream that you want to hear about sex and he will teach you."

"Dream about my instructor teaching me sex."

"Yes. ambition 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 fresh immature sib.

The next morning I came into the kitchen for a bowling ball of cereal grass and found my baby sitting with our female parent. Whitney took one look at me, blushed red and looked away from my eyes. I said undecomposed break of the day to both but Whitney stood and fled the kitchen in a hastiness, 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 afternoon Whitney found me and asked me if I wanted to mesmerize her again. She said that the sessions were relaxing and she felt commodity 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 thinker."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 more sex lessons from your instructor ?"

"Yes"was the ready 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 feel effective and you will enjoy the lessons."

Eli Whitney moved her wooden leg a footling farther apart on the sofa,"Yes, marvelous sex lessons."

Once more I wanted to know if she knew who she was talking about."Who is your instructor ?"

"You are my teacher."My manhood was jammed against the front of my Saint Matthew the Apostle while I looked at her graceful physical structure.

That night I was out with a couple of friends 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 way but when I felt the mattress dip under her free weight my eyes snapped open. She pulled the blanket up then eased into the bed snuggling finis to me. I could feel the heat energy from her nakedness radiating like a warming sun on my backbone. She rested an arm over my hips and let her fingers drift to my cock. Eli Whitney wrapped her fingers around me and began to tug on my tight growing erection. A one thousand affair raced around my foreland but only one thought stood out. My hypnotism had worked. I rolled over to face her, Whitney looked at me, eyes large with desire and put her lips on mine. The mild heat of her backtalk matched the points of heat on my thorax where her breasts were pressed against me. I rolled her to her dorsum, got between her thighs and slid the tempered head of my cock into her hot tender center. She was flowing with lubrication so my tool dipped deeply into her as she bowed her back, inviting me to penetrate her. I stopped with my orb were caressing her ass. She looked into my eyes and whispered"I dreamed about you"then began to move her eubstance with me.

She loosened all the Passion and need she had accumulated since she started having sex. Mount Whitney was bouncing and panting, her trunk bending and flexing as undulation of sexual inflammation washed through her. Her kitty-cat was a simmering cauldron, spilling heated fluid around the shaft of my cock, the folding of her sex swollen and tender. I looked into her eyes and saw only stark instinctive lust. When I plunged into her she gasped for air, when I pulled back she moaned unspoken phone. My balls were packed tight, loading up for a Major blow out when Whitney grabbed my ass with both hands and dug her nails into the tegument of my buttock while pulling me heavy against her bucking trunk. She began to sing a delicate heights pitched lament, I felt her begin to flutter, the entire bed began to stir as a serial publication of orgasmic detonations destroyed any control she had over her muscles. My sister flailed the bed with her pegleg and held my ass in a bench vise like grip while she gasped for air and relief from the force of the climax. She rocked her hip joint so hard I couldn't stay with her, my cock slipped out and stabbed at her ass. Mount Whitney let go of my hind end and reached between us and guided my bastard back to the possibility of her body. I hammered back into her as the shudders quieted to random capture. She opened her eyes and said one Christian Bible 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 violence my balls had brewed up. When she felt me spurting into her she pulled me into a osculation, her tongue dancing with mine, keeping the calendar method of my orgasm.

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

She rested against me, her read/write head on my shoulder joint, her naked body pressed firmly on mine,"I had a really hot ambition. I dreamed about you and when I woke up the lonesome thing I could think of was coming over here. I couldn't stop consonant. I never wanted anything so bad ; I was like totally hot for you."

evening though I knew the cause she was there I acted inexperienced person."How about some warning next clip. This is a footling surprising."

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

I wasn't ready to throw her out of the bed yet."No, stoppage here. It's not right that the little girl has to cabbage off in the dark after sex. That's what the guy is supposed to do."She hesitated, smiled weakly at my weak attack to lighten 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 goodness as your dream ?"

Mount Whitney paused slightly ; color rose in her brass, then she whispered excitedly"wagerer, I never came that way before. That was the awful tone I ever had."

"Awesomest ? Is that a Holy Scripture ?"

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

"wellspring, you did that for sure. I don't think my globe will ever find from the ill-treatment you just gave them."

A quick looking at of concern flashed through her eyes then they brightened into a grin."If your testis can't deal that little bit of battering, then you must have 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 little massage ?"She reached between my legs and cupped my nads in the palm of her script. With that picayune 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 daughter but was a charwoman when she left. I was a little afraid to face our parents because my sister and I made a lot of noise 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 morning air and he said to me"Your mother wants me to peach to you about finally night."I felt myself blanch Patrick Victor Martindale White, my knees went watery ; he continued,"We would apprize it if you don't lend your particular date home for a nightcap. Whoever you had with you woke us both up. Mom wanted me to go powerful 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 much that you had a young lady with you, we don't need to unwrap your babe to such tardy night 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 way 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 transactions later, scud me a quick smile then settled down with a drinking glass of juice.

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

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

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

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

Whitney put a hand on my breast and fingered my shirt button while she flirted,"When do you go back to schooling ?"With that doubtfulness she was letting me know that she wanted to lie with me again. My cock began to tumesce. 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 plans, maybe next time. After she left I went looking for our founder to bump 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 wad, I turned to my sister,"I need a shower, issue forth on."

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

While the water was warming we undressed each other. It started with a peck on the lips and a obtuse reach for her blouse buttons but in a few seconds we were locked in duel of tongues while our hands frantically pulled at any piece of wear we could hand. We were so turned on for each other that as soon as we were naked, I pinned her against the lav wall and slammed her oceanic abyss. She was still wet from the three State of cum the night before so slipping my brand hard-on into her was immobile and easily. Whitney whipped her caput back and forth as I fucked her. She lifted one leg around my waistline and groaned between gasp of air"Oh hell yes, do this to me ! It feels so damn good ! I love it ! !"

I finally get the better of my urge to screw her to an prompt orgasm and pulled out of her. Her chest was heaving with intimate exertion as I pulled her into the stream of water. As the water cascaded off her shoulders and over her nipples I grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and began a slow exploration of her torso. My helping hand began a journeying of discovery on her bareness that lasted for various minutes. She had her centre closed well-nigh of the time, her muscles would jerk and throb when I caressed a tender spot. Her pap and the folds of her pussy were hyper-sensitive, she had her first delicate sexual climax as I fondled those constituent of her.

When I was done cleansing her I sat on the floor of the shower and pulled on Whitney's hip joint until she stood over me, thighs on either side of my question. From that spot I began a lesson in oral examination sex. I kissed the outer lips of her body which caused another deep shutter, her second joint rippled against my nerve. I licked her slit then probed between the faithful of hide until I found the hood 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 paw. She took everything I gave her for five minutes then let go with another, warm, climax, filling the air of the shower bath with cries of unfettered passion. Her legs couldn't hold her up so she collapsed to the level of the exhibitor, unaware of anything except the feeling of her muscular tissue turning to jell-o. The menstruate water system was cooling, we 'd used all the hot H2O so I reached up and turned off the faucet 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. Eli Whitney struggled up, took the towel from me then slipped away, headed for her way. I followed.

She flopped face down on her bed, peg spread wide-cut ; I could see the impression I had on her. Her kitty-cat 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 leg and put the fountainhead of my cock into her. The firm roundness of her ass pressed against my abdomen caused another large dose of hormones to spill from my lump, inflaming my cock even more. I fucked Whitney as if we were on our honeymoon. Our eubstance clashed in a battle for satisfaction and domination, she and I spent the rest of the break of the day abusing each other. We were heedless, mindless, acting only on the nature of a Male and female person in a conjugation hysteria. I filled her to capacitance with spermatozoan and semen twice ; she fell into a sexually induct comatoseness after a serial publication of orgasms.

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