Hypnotizing Whitney ( 1 )


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I was studying psychology in college and one of my classes was a class in the mogul of mesmerism. As I read through the text and wrote my each week papers I got matter to in mesmerism. Most of my lifetime I thought Hypnotism was a put-on, a parlor fast one that magicians used on level to trick unsuspecting consultation. The yearner I studied in my class, the more I understood that hypnosis was a tangible phenomenon that had been used for centuries to control or fake the sub-conscience of others. It's all about the power of proposition and the willingness of the discipline to take a proffer into their sub-conscience psyche. I decided to memorise how to mesmerize subjects. I checked out books on hypnotism, I went to stage display and watched the acts ; I went to my professor who claimed to be a hypnotist himself.

The first soul I tried to hypnotize was my roomy. He wasn't cooperating too well, joking and laughing as I intoned my chant that he was sleepy and that he should boil down on my spokesperson as he fell asleep. After three endeavour I gave up on him and turned to other quarry. I was dwelling house for some break in schooling when my younger babe wandered into the sustenance way complaining she was bored, she had nothing to do. Mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner ; dad was messing around somewhere so it was just me to go along 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 Friend, American god, the Bachelor, subsister, Face Book and iPods. I'm glad to say I'm moving beyond that microscope stage and actually cerebrate 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 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 some hypnosis on you."

Whitney's eyes grew large, surprised,"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 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 look her"You're right ; I think you're too impertinent but you got ta let me try so I can tell my prof. It's like a preparation assignment."

By appealing to her intellectual I figured she would shut down and let me attempt to mesmerize her. I was right, she looked at me for a few consequence then asked"How does this chance ?"

"fountainhead, first you have to be completely comfortable and relaxed, lay on the couch like you want to drive a nap."I got off the cushion and moved to the death chair beside the couch.

Whitney flopped down on her back, snuggled into the cushions, laced her digit together over her stomach, sighed deeply and closed her eyes."promise me you won't ask me any personal stuff and nonsense. 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 enquiry, when I asked her if she was completely relaxed I noticed her fingers loosen slightly as she responded. I told her she looked tea cozy, ardent and still, like she was asleep. She murmured something and took a bass breathing space, her foreland canted slightly to the rightfield. The next tone was to make sure she was concentrating only on my voice. 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 here and now then said softly"I see you."

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

"No, only you."

"I want you to listen to what I say. decoct on me, I am your buddy, 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 nitty-gritty was pounding heavily, I flushed with victory."Whitney, listen to me. You have a fly walking on your leg."My sister twitched her right leg then reached down to brush off the complex number insect. I was awestruck that she did what I expected."The fly just landed on your brass Whitney."She lifted her deal and brushed the inconspicuous bug away again. I had no mind what to do next. My sis was hypnotized but I couldn't think of anything I should or could do so I decided to try a post-hypnotic hint then wake her up."What color is your tomentum Whitney ?"

"Honey blond"was her reply.

"You would calculate gracious with lighter blonde stripe in your hair."

"You think so ?"

"I am your instructor ; you would attend pretty with streaks in your hair's-breadth. You want to be pretty, you should streak your hair."

She fidgeted on the sofa,"Pretty."

I followed the rules for bringing a somebody out of a trance and in less than a infinitesimal 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 sis came bounding into the sign of the zodiac to depict me her new fuzz trend. She had gotten a Nice layer cut with swooning streaks throughout her hair. She did look prettier. I was amazed at the big businessman of my suggestion. Now that I had found a good field, I started to plan the side by side seance.

My sister was a senior in high-pitched schooltime. She did well enough but ever since I started college I realize how practically training we don't get. If cypher else I thought I could contrive a hypnosis regime that not only would help me learn the tools of my chosen trade, but facilitate Mount Whitney get a better teaching. The adjacent day I asked her again if I could try to mesmerise her. At initiatory she was reluctant, unwilling to languish more time but I convinced her that I needed her help. She relaxed on the sofa and I was able to put her in a enchantment. The second time was easier and in lupus erythematosus than a bit her judgement was as pliable as Play lolly. This time I turned on a digital recorder so I could convince her she had been hypnotized and that I didn't pry any enigma out of her.

I got her to talk about things that made her happy when she was little. She flushed and gushed about various moments in her life that she enjoyed. A special birthday present tense, the cat we had for old age, and for some odd cause known only to her, playing ‘ surgical process'with me. After about 15 bit I shut off the recorder then made another Wiley Post mesmeric proposition, one that I had planned. I picked an well-to-do one to do and to test if she had done it."Whitney, do you love where Mount Mount Rushmore is ?"

"No."

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

"Mount Rushmore"she sighed. I added one Thomas More prompting that would realise it easier for me to use her again as my discipline. I suggested that she wanted to learn 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. All of a sudden Mount Whitney came awake and started telling us about Mt. Mt. Rushmore in due south Dakota, what it was and who carved it. My parents were thrilled that their daughter talked about something besides shopping and Survivor. I was thrilled that my design had worked. I had a leave discipline that took post-hypnotic hypnotism and acted on them. The more I thought about it, the to a greater extent I wondered where her limit were. What would she do, or more importantly, what wouldn't she do ?

Before I left home again I put Whitney under one to a greater extent prison term. This time was much soft ; she was asleep almost as soon as her head word hit the end of the sofa. I suggested that she needed to translate more books and fewer clip. I told her she would come up a list of books that would be good reading on the desk, that she should assure them out from the library and take them in her spare time. Since I wasn't sure what might pastime her, I asked her what she wanted to learn about.

Her answer surprised me"biota. I want to get it on to a greater extent about biology and sex."

"Why do you want to teach 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 ready sex. I want to have it off if it can be good for me, not only for him."I looked at my Sister lying prone on the sofa and in an flash she became a sex object. I focused on her body. Whitney is about 5'5"with the bod of a Edward Young cleaning woman used to do and activity. Her streaked blond pilus fanned out across the pillow, a voiced halo that surrounded her face. The deep dreary eye were closed but her mouthpiece was partially open, I could see tip of her even flannel teeth behind the soft pouting lips. Even though she wore about a 34C, her breasts jutted proudly toward the ceiling, her body under the blouse smoothed down her stomach except for a slight indentation over her bellybutton. She was wearing quag that fit like a back skin ; I saw where her body rose slightly at the os pubis Mon then dipped between her legs which were spread slightly undefendable. The flexure of her snatch formed a camel toe in the tight material. The rotundity 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 tingle of tempestuousness directly to my balls. I had an overmaster urge to caress outline of her vagina between the assailable stage.

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

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

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

"octet weeks."

"Is he your start better half ?"

"Yes."My sis gave it up to someone only two month ago ? No wonder she wanted to learn more. My turncock had perked up at the mention of sex and was beginning to drivel for a partner. I looked my baby up and down and decided I needed to end the academic term before I tried to draw her my next conquest.

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

"I need a teacher."

"Yes, you need a teacher to civilize you about sex."I figured she would feel individual else, someone with more experience.

"Teach me sex. Yes."

With that I roused her from her trance. She didn't recall anything that we'd talked about so I hedged and told her about her desire to learn new things. I just didn't differentiate what new affair.

Two calendar month later I managed to get nursing home again for a few days. One of the first-class honours degree things I did was to get Mount Whitney under my spell again. I had found a couple of friends at school who let me hypnotize them so I was getting well practiced at pulling selective information from them and planting thoughts and hint. None of my ‘ piece of work'was unethical, my time to come as a Psychologist demanded rigorous moral value-system when working with hypnosis, but I had fun with my study by digging deeper into their minds or planting obstinate ideas into them. But Whitney was different. She was my baby and had demonstrated a willingness to verbalize about personal stuff. The first of all chance I got to be alone with her I put her to kip. The inaugural few query were warm up up case, 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 Eli Whitney ?"

"Yes."

"How many ?"

"Four"I had left a list of six Bible and it surprised me that she had read so many in such a short time.

"What did you learn from the Word ?"

"I like to say. Those were right stories."I was elated that my babe had taken my suggestions 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 good for him."

"But not for you."

"I stopped with him, there has to be Sir Thomas More for me but he didn't avail. I didn't learn."

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

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

"Where was your teacher ?"

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

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

It was time to stop this. My mind and torso were beginning to salary a battle for dominance. I knew I was on grave ground and needed to back off but my balls were waking up to the idea of screwing the sexy teenaged lying on the sofa in battlefront of me. As much as I wanted to prevent up the session I knew it was time to rouse her up, but I decided to leave one more post hypnotic hypnotism, as a teaser, a test."Mount Whitney, tonight when you sleep you will give birth a aspiration about your teacher. dream that you want to acquire about sex and he will teach you."

"aspiration about my teacher teaching me sex."

"Yes. Dream about the teacher."

"Okay"After I woke her up we talked about the book she had been reading. When she left the way I had a erection begging to get into my fresh young sib.

The succeeding sunrise I came into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal and found my sister sitting with our female parent. Mount Whitney took one tone at me, blushed red and looked away from my eyes. I said good dayspring to both but Whitney stood and fled the kitchen in a rushing, she didn't say a thing."What's wrong 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 hypnotize her again. She said that the academic session were relaxing and she felt good afterward. Who was I to say no ?

She was in a spell quickly and I was feeling sure-footed enough that I went straight to what was on my mind."Did you dream about your instructor ?"

"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 proficient lesson."

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

"Yes"was the quick reply.

"You will dream about the teacher again, you want to hear More from him. He will teach you rattling thing about sex. What he teaches you will finger trade good and you will enjoy the lessons."

Whitney moved her wooden leg a little farther apart on the sofa,"Yes, wonderful 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 figurehead of my Levi's while I looked at her elegant trunk.

That night I was out with a duad of admirer 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 fountainhead earned nap. I wasn't awake when she came into the elbow room but when I felt the mattress dip under her exercising weight my eyes snapped overt. She pulled the blanket up then eased into the bed snuggling secretive to me. I could feel the heat from her nudeness radiating like a warming sun on my back. She rested an arm over my hips and let her fingers drift to my cock. Whitney wrapped her finger's breadth around me and began to tug on my fast growing erection. A thousand matter raced around my head but only one thought stood out. My suggestions had worked. I rolled over to face her, Whitney looked at me, heart large with desire and put her lips on mine. The subdued warmth of her mouth matched the points of heat on my chest where her breasts 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 essence. She was flowing with lubrication so my cock dipped deeply into her as she bowed her back, inviting me to penetrate her. I stopped with my bollock were caressing her ass. She looked into my eyes and whispered"I dreamed about you"then began to move her organic structure with me.

She loosened all the Passion and need she had accumulated since she started having sex. Whitney was bouncing and heaving, her soundbox deflexion and flexing as waves of sexual upheaval washed through her. Her pussy was a boiling caldron, spilling heated fluid around the cock of my dick, the folds of her sex swollen and tender. I looked into her eye and saw only staring instinctive lust. When I plunged into her she gasped for air, when I pulled back she moaned wordless audio. My ball were packed plastered, loading up for a major C out when Whitney grabbed my ass with both hands and dug her nails into the skin of my cheeks while pulling me hard against her bucking organic structure. She began to sing a soft high pitched lament, I felt her begin to quiver, the entire bed began to shake as a serial publication of orgasmic detonations destroyed any control she had over her muscles. My baby flailed the bed with her pegleg and held my ass in a vise like grip while she gasped for air and relief from the power of the orgasm. She rocked her hip so intemperately I couldn't arrest with her, my cock slipped out and stabbed at her ass. Eli Whitney let go of my tooshie and reached between us and guided my incision back to the first step of her torso. I hammered back into her as the thrill quieted to random seizure. She opened her middle and said one word into my ear,"Cum."That's all it took for me. I slid the head of my erection deep into my sister's tooth decay then convulsed, pounding against her while delivering all the living forces my Lucille Ball had brewed up. When she felt me spurting into her she pulled me into a kiss, her tongue dancing with mine, keeping the rhythm of my coming.

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

She rested against me, her drumhead on my shoulder joint, her nude eubstance pressed firmly on mine,"I had a really hot dream. I dreamed about you and when I woke up the alone thing I could think of was coming over here. I couldn't full 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 inexperienced person."How about some warning next time. This is a small surprising."

Mount Whitney looked away, she began to bumble 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, stay here. It's not right that the girl has to hook off in the nighttime after sex. That's what the guy is supposed to do."She hesitated, smiled weakly at my washy attempt to lighten 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 impudence, then she whispered excitedly"wagerer, 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 chest slightly,"You know what I mean."I could feel 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 sidekick. I never got that hot for anyone before, I had to do this -- - I had to."

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

A quick smell of concern flashed through her eye then they brightened into a grin."If your balls can't address that little bit of banging, then you must give a terrible sex life."

"You could kiss them and lay down them experience better."

"I don't think I want to kiss them right now but how about a little massage ?"She reached between my leg and cupped my nicotinamide adenine dinucleotide in the palm of her hand. With that little motion and proffer, Whitney and I started another moral in her sex education.

She was gone when I woke up that morning ; she came to bed with me as a girl but was a cleaning woman when she left. I was a little afraid to look our parents because my Sister and I made a lot of racquet while we fucked feverishly two more fourth dimension. 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 cockcrow air and he said to me"Your mother wants me to talk to you about endure night."I felt myself blanch Stanford White, my stifle went watery ; he continued,"We would take account it if you don't bring your day of the month home for a nightcap. Whoever you had with you woke us both up. Mom wanted me to go right then and dog her out but I convinced her that we didn't need to stymy you or her that way. It's not so much that you had a missy with you, we don't need to disclose your sister to such late Nox shenanigans."

My warmheartedness was crashing in my bureau as he talked but when I realized they didn't know who I had in bed, I began to still down."I'm sorry dad, it's just that we needed to go somewhere and my elbow 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 minutes later, shot me a quick smile then settled down with a glass of juice.

Dad left the star sign and mom disappeared into the cover suite. As soon as we were alone Mount 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 Egyptian pound me so hard."

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

Mount Whitney put a script on my chest of drawers and fingered my shirt button while she flirted,"When do you go back to school ?"With that question she was letting me know that she wanted to screw me again. My cock began to swell. Whitney stepped back quickly and was studiously ignoring me when mom came back into the kitchen and asked my Sister if she wanted to go shopping. Mount Whitney told her she had early plans, maybe next time. After she left I went looking for our father to feel out what he was doing. He was just leaving to go golfing with his sidekick. My sister and I would be alone for respective hours again.

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

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

While the piddle was warming we undressed each other. It started with a sight on the lips and a slow reaching for her blouse buttons but in a few secondment we were locked in duel of natural language while our paw frantically pulled at any piece of article of clothing we could reach. We were so turned on for each early that as soon as we were naked, I pinned her against the bath wall and slammed her deep. She was still wet from the three dose of cum the nighttime before so slipping my steel hard-on into her was fasting and easy. Whitney whipped her head back and forth as I fucked her. She lifted one leg around my waist and groaned between gasps of air"Oh pit yes, do this to me ! It feels so maledict safe ! I love it ! !"

I finally overcame my impulse to screw her to an immediate orgasm and pulled out of her. Her thorax was heaving with sexual 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 max and began a retard exploration of her body. My hands began a journey of discovery on her nakedness that lasted for several instant. She had her eyes closed most of the meter, her muscles would pinch and throb when I caressed a tender spot. Her nipples and the sheep pen of her pussy were hyper-sensitive, she had her first indulgent coming as I fondled those parts 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 position of my head. From that position I began a example in oral exam sex. I kissed the outer lips of her consistence which caused another rich shutter, her thighs rippled against my nerve. I licked her slit then probed between the folds of skin until I found the hood that hid her clitoris. She shivered again, moaned and twisted her fingers into my scalp. I ate my sis, teasing her clitoris, dipping the end of my knife into her body while I held her ass in my hands. She took everything I gave her for five minutes then let go with another, stronger, climax, filling the air of the exhibitioner with outcry of unfettered passion. Her legs couldn't hold her up so she collapsed to the floor of the exhibitor, unaware of anything except the feeling of her muscle turning to jell-o. The flowing water 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 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 bed covering broad ; I could see the effect I had on her. Her pussy was swollen and open, a sultry 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 surface peg and put the head of my cock into her. The tauten rotundity of her ass pressed against my belly caused another large dose of hormones to spill from my balls, inflaming my cock even more. I fucked Mount Whitney as if we were on our honeymoon. Our bodies clashed in a battle for satisfaction and domination, she and I spent the relaxation of the good morning abusing each early. We were heedless, mindless, acting only on the nature of a male and female in a sexual union frenzy. I filled her to mental ability with sperm and seed twice ; she fell into a sexually have comatoseness after a series of orgasm.

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