I was studying Psychology in college and one of my classes was a course in the power of suggestion. As I read through the text and wrote my hebdomadary theme I got interested in Hypnotism. about of my life I thought Hypnotism was a joke, a living room trick that magicians used on stage to play tricks unsuspicious audiences. The thirster I studied in my class, the more than I understood that hypnosis was a real phenomenon that had been used for centuries to control or fake the sub-conscience of others. It's all about the office of prompting and the willingness of the subject to swallow a suggestion into their sub-conscience psyche. I decided to larn how to mesmerise national. I checked out book on mesmerism, I went to stage show and watched the acts ; I went to my prof who claimed to be a hypnotist himself.

The for the first time somebody I tried to hypnotise 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 rivet on my voice as he fell asleep. After three effort I gave up on him and turned to other quarry. I was abode for some break in school when my new sister wandered into the living 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 go on her society. Now my sister is not a tally airhead, but I perceive a slight vacuum between her ears. At 18 Whitney is ‘ totally'into her protagonist, American language Idol, the Bachelor, survivor, Face ledger and iPods. I'm glad to say I'm moving beyond that degree 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 socio-economic class projects."

She cast a wary flavour 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 eye grew boastfully, surprised,"You want to hypnotize 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 scary, it sounds like you want to kill and swallow me. Besides, I can't be hypnotized, it's like a total scam."

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

By appealing to her mind I figured she would turn up and let me attempt to hypnotize her. I was right, she looked at me for a few moments then asked"How does this hap ?"

"well, first you have to be completely comfortable and relaxed, lay on the lounge like you want to take a nap."I got off the cushion and moved to the electric chair beside the sofa.

Whitney flopped down on her back, snuggled into the cushions, laced her finger's breadth together over her stomach, sighed deeply and closed her middle."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 head that she answered. She was listening to me as I droned my questions, when I asked her if she was completely relaxed I noticed her fingerbreadth loosen slightly as she responded. I told her she looked cozy, warm and tranquil, like she was asleep. She murmured something and took a deep breath, her straits canted slightly to the right. The side by side step was to make surely she was concentrating only on my voice. I told her to listen to me, to search for me with her mind's eye, to rivet only on me and my intelligence. She hesitated a moment then said softly"I see you."

Her middle were closed and I felt a kick of victory when she said she could see me"Do you see anything else ? Do you discover anything else ?"

"No, only you."

"I want you to listen to what I say. center on me, I am your blood brother, I am your teacher."

Whitney frowned lightly"Thatch me something."

I was convinced she was in a trance. I did it ! I hypnotized her ! My heart was pounding difficult, I flushed with triumph."Eli 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 quantity worm. I was awestruck that she did what I expected."The fly just landed on your nerve Whitney."She lifted her hand 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 mesmerism then come alive her up."What color is your hair Whitney ?"

"dear blonde"was her reply.

"You would take care nice with lighter blonde streaks in your hair."

"You think so ?"

"I am your instructor ; you would look pretty with streak in your hair. You want to be pretty, you should streak 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 min Mount 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 home to show me her new fuzz fashion. She had gotten a squeamish layer cut with light streaks throughout her hair's-breadth. She did expect prettier. I was amazed at the business leader of my hint. Now that I had found a good subject field, I started to project the succeeding session.

My sister was a senior in luxuriously school. She did well enough but ever since I started college I realize how very much education we don't get. If goose egg else I thought I could contrive a hypnosis regimen that not only would help me learn the peter of my chosen trade, but help Eli Whitney get a better education. The next day I asked her again if I could try to hypnotize her. At starting time she was reluctant, unwilling to waste Thomas 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 trance. The second meter was prosperous and in less than a minute her mind was as pliable as sport Dough. This time I turned on a digital recorder so I could win over her she had been hypnotized and that I didn't pry any secrets out of her.

I got her to tattle about thing that made her happy when she was little. She flushed and gushed about respective moment in her living that she enjoyed. A special birthday present, the cat we had for twelvemonth, and for some odd reason known only to her, playing ‘ cognitive process'with me. After about 15 arcminute I shut off the recorder then made another post hypnotic suggestion, one that I had planned. I picked an light one to do and to prove if she had done it."Eli Whitney, do you know where backing Rushmore is ?"

"No."

"You have to find out. You should go to the library and retrieve out where and what mount Rushmore is. It is of import that you know this because when you go to college you will have got to bonk about Mount Mount Rushmore. You have to learn, I am your teacher."I stressed the word teacher.

"Mount Rushmore"she sighed. I added one more suggestion that would make it easier for me to use her again as my subject. I suggested that she wanted to get wind more about hypnosis so she would let me mesmerise her without worry.

Two days later I brought up the subject area of national monuments at dinner party. All of a sudden Whitney came animated and started telling us about Mt. Mt. Rushmore in Confederate States of America 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 plan had worked. I had a uncoerced subject that took post-hypnotic suggestions and acted on them. The more I thought about it, the more 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 Mount Whitney under one more than time. This fourth dimension was much prosperous ; she was asleep almost as soon as her pass hit the end of the sofa. I suggested that she needed to study Thomas More ledger and fewer magazines. I told her she would find a list of Good Book that would be good reading material on the desk, that she should hold them out from the program library and read them in her dispense with time. Since I wasn't sure what might sake her, I asked her what she wanted to discover about.

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

"Why do you require 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 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 couch and in an instant she became a sex object. I focused on her body. Whitney is about 5'5"with the anatomy of a Danton True Young cleaning lady used to exercise and activity. Her streaked blonde fuzz fanned out across the pillow, a piano doughnut that surrounded her face. The deep blue eye were closed but her mouth was partially unresolved, I could see hints of her flush white teeth behind the easy pouting lips. Even though she wore about a 34C, her breasts jutted proudly toward the cap, her body under the blouse smoothed down her stomach except for a slight indentation over her bellybutton. She was wearing falling off that fit like a second hide ; I saw where her trunk rose slightly at the os pubis mons then dipped between her pegleg which were spread slightly open. The sheepfold of her pussy formed a camel toe in the nasty material. The rotundity of her rosehip and thighs hinted of well formed leg and butt. I'd never looked at my sister sexually before but looking at her while she talked about sex sent a shiver of agitation directly to my balls. I had an drown itch to caress outline of her vagina between the open legs.

I fought the billow of lustfulness but pressed her with more enquiry. I knew I should wake her up, but she started this and I was enjoying the sentiment."Where do you have straightaway 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 loth to ask for a name.

"octonary weeks."

"Is he your number one partner ?"

"Yes."My sister gave it up to somebody only two months ago ? No admiration she wanted to learn More. My tool had perked up at the mention of sex and was beginning to drool for a married person. I looked my sister up and down and decided I needed to end the session before I tried to produce her my next conquest.

But before I did,"You need a different partner Eli Whitney, someone with experience and who will take time to learn you new and rouse sex."

"I need a teacher."

"Yes, you need a teacher to civilise you about sex."I figured she would find person else, mortal with more experience.

"Edward Teach me sex. Yes."

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

Two month later I managed to get home again for a few days. One of the first thing I did was to get Whitney under my magic spell again. I had found a pair of admirer at schooltime who let me mesmerise them so I was getting well practiced at pulling information from them and planting thoughts and proposition. None of my ‘ work'was unethical, my future as a Psychologist demanded hard-and-fast moral ethics when working with hypnosis, but I had fun with my field of study by digging recondite into their minds or planting wayward ideas into them. But Mount Whitney was unlike. She was my sister and had demonstrated a willingness to blab out about personal poppycock. The first chance I got to be alone with her I put her to sleep. The beginning few inquiry were warm up up type, assuring myself that she was completely under, that I was talking to her sub-conscience."Who am I Eli Whitney ?"

"You are my teacher."

"I am your brother."

"Yes, but you teach me."

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

"Yes."

"How many ?"

"Four"I had left a leaning of six rule book and it surprised me that she had read so many in such a scant time.

"What did you learn from the books ?"

"I like to show. Those were good stories."I was elated that my Sister had taken my suggestions 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 estimable 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 to a greater extent query but I had to persist.

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

"You are."

"I am your brother."

"You are my sidekick, yes ; you are my instructor. You were far away."

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

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

It was prison term to halt this. My mind and body were beginning to wage a battle for dominance. I knew I was on dangerous land and needed to back off but my chunk were waking up to the theme of screwing the sexy teen lying on the sofa in front of me. As a lot as I wanted to keep up the school term I knew it was metre to inflame her up, but I decided to leave one Sir Thomas More post hypnotic suggestion, as a teaser, a test."Mount Whitney, tonight when you sleep you will bear a ambition about your teacher. Dream that you want to learn about sex and he will learn you."

"Dream about my teacher teaching me sex."

"Yes. pipe dream about the teacher."

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

The adjacent morning I came into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal and found my sis sitting with our mother. Whitney took one look at me, blushed red and looked away from my center. I said well break of day to both but Whitney stood and fled the kitchen in a precipitation, she didn't say a matter."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 school term were relaxing and she felt respectable afterward. Who was I to say no ?

She was in a trance quickly and I was feeling confident enough that I went straight to what was on my mind."Did you dream about your teacher ?"

"Yes."

"What did he teach you ?"

"Sex. He taught me new things."

"Did you enjoy the moral ?"

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

"Do you want to woolgather about Sir Thomas More sex moral from your instructor ?"

"Yes"was the quick reply.

"You will stargaze about the teacher again, you want to learn more from him. He will teach you fantastic things about sex. What he teaches you will sense trade good and you will delight the lessons."

Whitney moved her pegleg a short farther apart on the sofa,"Yes, wonderful sex lessons."

Once Thomas More I wanted to get laid if she knew who she was talking about."Who is your instructor ?"

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

That night I was out with a pair of booster 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 wellspring earned nap. I wasn't awake when she came into the room but when I felt the mattress dip under her system of weights my eyes snapped open up. She pulled the cover up then eased into the bed snuggling close to me. I could feel the heat from her nakedness radiating like a warming sun on my back. She rested an arm over my rosehip and let her finger drift to my cock. Whitney wrapped her fingers around me and began to tug on my fast growing erection. A one thousand things raced around my headway but only one thought stood out. My suggestions had worked. I rolled over to face her, Whitney looked at me, eyes large with desire and put her lips on mine. The indulgent warmheartedness of her backtalk matched the points of heat on my bureau where her breasts were pressed against me. I rolled her to her backrest, got between her thighs and slid the temper top dog of my turncock into her hot tender nitty-gritty. She was flowing with lubrication so my dick dipped deeply into her as she bowed her back, inviting me to fall into place her. I stopped with my clod were caressing her ass. She looked into my eyes and whispered"I dreamed about you"then began to move her body with me.

She loosened all the passion and demand she had accumulated since she started having sex. Whitney was bouncing and heaving, her body bending and flexing as waves of sexual turmoil washed through her. Her pussy was a boiling caldron, spilling heated fluid around the shaft of my peter, the folds of her sex swollen and tender. I looked into her eyes and saw only pure instinctive luxuria. When I plunged into her she gasped for air, when I pulled back she moaned wordless sounds. My balls were packed closely, 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 toilsome against her bucking body. She began to sing a soft high pitched wail, I felt her Begin to quiver, the stallion bed began to shake as a serial publication of orgasmic detonations destroyed any control she had over her muscles. My sister flailed the bed with her legs and held my ass in a vise like grip while she gasped for air and easement 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 butt and reached between us and guided my dent back to the gap of her trunk. I hammered back into her as the tremor quieted to random raptus. 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 erecting deep into my sis's bodily cavity then convulsed, pounding against her while delivering all the life personnel my balls had brewed up. When she felt me spurting into her she pulled me into a candy kiss, her clapper saltation with mine, keeping the musical rhythm of my orgasm.

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

She rested against me, her read/write head on my berm, her naked dead body pressed firmly on mine,"I had a really hot dream. I dreamed about you and when I woke up the solely thing I could call back 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 next time. This is a little 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 gear up to contrive her out of the bed yet."No, stay here. It's not right that the missy has to abstract off in the dark after sex. That's what the guy is supposed to do."She hesitated, smiled weakly at my weak attempt to lighten the modality then flopped back down beside me. After she cuddled into the pillow, I kissed the end of her nose,"Was this at least as safe as your ambition ?"

Whitney paused slightly ; people of color rose in her cheeks, then she whispered excitedly"bettor, 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 of drawers slightly,"You know what I mean."I could feel her relaxing as we engaged in the clean 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 subject 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 certain. I don't think my Lucille Ball will ever recover from the abuse you just gave them."

A ready facial expression of concern flashed through her center then they brightened into a grin."If your balls can't handle that slight bit of battering, then you must have a terrible sex life."

"You could osculate them and make them feel better."

"I don't think I want to kiss them right now but how about a picayune massage ?"She reached between my peg and cupped my nads in the palm tree of her manus. With that niggling motion and hypnotism, Whitney and I started another example in her sex education.

She was gone when I woke up that morning ; she came to bed with me as a missy but was a woman when she left. I was a minuscule afraid to look our parents because my Sister and I made a lot of racket while we fucked feverishly two more multiplication. I knew immediately they heard something because when I went to the kitchen for chocolate dad said"cum outside with me son."

I stood beside him in the sunrise air and he said to me"Your mother wants me to utter to you about survive night."I felt myself parboil Andrew D. White, my knees went watery ; he continued,"We would apprize it if you don't take your engagement home for a nightcap. Whoever you had with you woke us both up. Mom wanted me to go right 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 lady friend with you, we don't need to expose your sister to such late night shenanigans."

My core was crashing in my breast as he talked but when I realized they didn't know who I had in bed, I began to simmer 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."

Whitney came in about ten hour later, snap me a quick smile then settled down with a glass of succus.

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

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

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

"Yes I did, you're too hot for cushy lazy sex."

Whitney put a hand on my chest and fingered my shirt clit 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 tumefy. Mount 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 other program, maybe next time. After she left I went looking for our father to find out what he was doing. He was just leaving to go golfing with his pal. My sister and I would be alone for several hours again.

No sooner than mom's car was out of sight, I turned to my sister,"I need a cascade, add up on."

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

While the H2O was warming we undressed each other. It started with a peck on the lips and a slow reach for her blouse release but in a few arcsecond we were locked in affaire d'honneur of tongues while our mitt frantically pulled at any small-arm of clothing we could pass. We were so turned on for each former that as soon as we were naked, I pinned her against the toilet wall and slammed her oceanic abyss. She was still wet from the three venereal infection of cum the nighttime before so slipping my steel erection into her was fast and wanton. Whitney whipped her head back and forth as I fucked her. She lifted one leg around my waist and groaned between gasp of air"Oh hell yes, do this to me ! It feels so damn good ! I love it ! !"

I finally overcame my urge to eff her to an contiguous orgasm and pulled out of her. Her chest was heaving with sexual exertion as I pulled her into the stream of piddle. As the water cascaded off her articulatio humeri and over her mammilla I grabbed a nursing bottle of liquid soap and began a slow exploration of her body. My hired hand began a journey of breakthrough on her nakedness that lasted for several minutes. She had her centre closed most of the time, her muscular tissue would twitch and shudder when I caressed a supply ship office. Her mammilla and the crease of her pussy were hyper-sensitive, she had her first soft orgasm as I fondled those parts of her.

When I was done cleansing her I sat on the floor of the shower and pulled on Eli Whitney's coxa until she stood over me, thighs on either side of my head. From that position I began a lesson in unwritten sex. I kissed the outer sass of her body which caused another mystifying shutter, her second joint rippled against my cheek. I licked her slit then probed between the flexure of skin until I found the strong-armer that hid her button. She shivered again, moaned and twisted her finger's breadth into my scalp. I ate my sis, teasing her clit, dipping the end of my tongue into her consistence while I held her ass in my hands. She took everything I gave her for five transactions then let go with another, stiff, climax, filling the air of the exhibitor with war cry of unfettered passion. Her leg couldn't hold her up so she collapsed to the base of the exhibitor, unaware of anything except the flavour of her brawn turning to Jell-O. The streamlined 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 dick 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 room. I followed.

She flopped face down on her bed, legs facing pages all-inclusive ; I could see the event I had on her. Her pussy was swollen and exposed, 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 heading of my peter into her. The firm roundness of her ass pressed against my stomach caused another great dose of hormone to pour forth from my balls, inflaming my pecker even more. I fucked Whitney as if we were on our honeymoon. Our bodies clashed in a conflict for gratification and domination, she and I spent the residue of the morning abusing each other. We were heedless, mindless, acting only on the nature of a male and female in a mating delirium. I filled her to capacity with spermatozoan and seed twice ; she fell into a sexually have coma after a serial publication of orgasm.

I never had to hypnotize my Sister after that. She was a will sex student and loved to try out with new positions and enactment, using me as her intimate tutor. Whitney and I still fuck like lovers when we get together but now we meet as peer. She is hot, wanton and experience but anymore she does n't just study from me, we learn from each early .