Optohypnotic....Chapters. 1-3

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OPTOHYPNOTIC

Chapter 1

My first recollection of any mention of the unusual aspect of my eyes was when I was about seven years old, and I recall my Mum commenting that I always seemed to be staring. She actually said that I was ‘looking blank’ whenever I looked at her, and implied at that time that I was a bit of a dope.

I know I wasn’t, and it hurt me to hear my own Mum say it. But, at the time it was only a passing remark, and I soon forgot it. She didn’t say any such thing afterwards, and I remember that I thought it was just that she was a bit ‘off’ on that day.

I was actually quite clever, as was in due course reflected in my academic performances, both at primary and secondary schools. I was always at or near the top of the classes in most subjects. And when I was only 11 I gained a scholarship to the nearby Grammar school, surprising my parents and my younger sister, Jane, who was two years behind me.

At Grammar school I was equally competent, and more than held my own amongst the cream of the classes. I was regularly in the top three of the boys, although there was one of the girls who invariably topped me in every subject. Sarah Jones was the daughter of a well-to-do family; her father being a very successful lawyer, and her mother was the head of a Junior school, so I guessed that she had had a keen and concentrated preparation for her schooling.

By the time I reached fifteen, despite her being so clever and cocky, I had developed a bit of crush on Sarah, and as my puberty developed, I actually began to think those sorts of thoughts that all boys have. This was accentuated by the normal ‘banter’ between the boys about sex and girls, and when I learned about erections and masturbation, as all boys do, I found that when I ‘practiced’ this exciting exercise in private I was often thinking of Sarah. Having said that, however, Sarah didn’t seem to have any ‘boy friend’ ambitions, and as I couldn’t get her interested in me at all, they remained just thoughts – and fantasies.

However, back to the basic theme of this story – my eyes – and to the event which changed my life. As part of entering the sixth form at the Grammar school, there was a standard requirement for all pupils to undergo a routine medical. It was apparently something to do with the curriculum in Biology and to help us to understand the need to maintain a healthy body.

Anyway, when I went for mine, everything was stated to be ‘normal’ but with one exception. When I was having my sight checked, the young lady doctor doing it (she was a real scorcher!) told me that I had very unusual eyes. There was nothing wrong with my vision, but she pointed out that I never seemed to blink, even when she shone a bright light into them. It had never occurred to me, but after she mentioned it, I realised that it was true. I could blink, but only when I did it deliberately, and she then went on to explain that this was very rare and she had only come across this phenomenon once before, and this was when she had examined a professional hypnotist.

She jokingly suggested that perhaps I should have a go at hypnosis, and even gave me the name of that one she had seen. I was fascinated by this thought, and said I would contact him. On thinking about it afterwards, I wished that I had had the chance to hypnotise her! My mind boggled at the thought of getting her in a trance and examining her – and I don’t mean her eyes!

So, a few days after that, I did phone this guy, and to my surprise he offered to see me. When I did go to him he was very, very helpful, and revealed that the ability of not blinking was indeed a great asset in the art of hypnotics. What other people referred to as ‘staring’ eyes was a sure sign that the person with that characteristic was a good bet to be a hypnotist. I couldn’t believe my luck when he actually offered to teach me, and I gladly accepted.

I didn’t tell anyone that I was doing this, and to explain my visits to him, managed to convince my parents that Mr Strange – yes, that was his name – was someone who my teacher had recommended to improve my schooling, and that he was, in fact, a specialist in memory training. They fell for it, too, and in fact were quite keen for me to go to him.
Anyway, to cut the story short, Mr Strange was absolutely marvellous! After only three visits to him, and with his very simple tuition, I discovered the way to use my gift to hypnotise people. On the third visit, he allowed me to try it out on his assistant, Melanie, who was a young girl of about eighteen. He had arranged for her to be there on that occasion, and he told me that she wasn’t aware of what he had taught me. So, by using the excuse that he was training me to be a second assistant, he made her stand in front of me and then I looked into her eyes and did what he had taught me.

I was staggered to find that in only a few seconds, she was hypnotised, standing before me awaiting my instruction. I told her that she was under my control, and then made suggestions to her to do certain things. I told her to lift her arms and hold them there. I then told her that she couldn’t put them down however hard she tried – and to my delight, it worked.

After I released her from this, Mr Strange whispered to me, “Do you like my assistant? She is pretty, isn’t she?” I looked at him and blushed. She certainly was pretty – no, gorgeous!

I stuttered, “Er… Y…Yes, she is”, and he winked at me.

“Would you like to…kiss her?” I was almost gasping at his bluntness, but at the same time realised what he was saying to me. He was actually implying that with her under my control, I could take advantage of her. Blushing even redder, I looked back at Melanie and hesitated a few seconds before speaking to her again.

“Er… Would you kiss me, Melanie?” My heart was thumping, now. Without changing the blank expression on her face, she stepped towards me, and before I could even think about what was happening, she had put her hands on m shoulders and, pulling me closely to her, planted her soft lips directly on mine.

Now I had kissed a girl before, but this was something else. Melanie was tight against me, and her lips were almost sucking mine. I could also feel the fullness of her breasts pressing into me, and as she prolonged the kiss, I distinctly felt my penis growing hard, and for a second or two I wanted to pull away as I was sure that Melanie could feel it pressing against her. I knew I was enjoying it all, but still felt very embarrassed, particularly in front of Mr Strange.

But if she did feel my erection against her, it made no difference, as she continued to kiss me, and then when I felt her tongue slip between my lips I felt my cock twitch, and thought that I was sure to cream in my pants. I instinctively put my hands on her waist to try to push her away before I did cum, but that only served to make it worse, for I could feel the heat of her body through the thin material of her blouse. In desperation, I pushed hard to escape from her clutch, and as her face finally moved away from me, I realised that both my hands had slipped upwards, and I was now actually clasping both of her breasts outside her blouse.

I gasped, but my hands stayed glued to her chest and I actually began to squeeze my fingers into her softness. It was the first time I had ever touched a girl up there, and as my cock gave another twitch, I was powerless to stop it. I felt the spunk rise through my cock and then felt the warmth of the fluid as it streamed out into my pants. I was so, so embarrassed.

I hurriedly looked towards Mr Strange, and at once realised that he knew what had happened. He was not just smiling, he was almost chuckling, and when I looked down to see a small wet patch — growing larger —on my trousers, I just wanted to die! But I couldn’t — and didn’t — and I turned to look at Melanie again. She, of course, was still under my influence, and was merely standing looking at me, emotionless. She had merely acted on my instructions and had felt not emotion at all.

Looking back at Mr Strange, I said, nervously, “How do I release her from the trance?” He grinned.

“Are you sure you want to — just yet? Don’t you want to try something… further?” He grinned again.

I might be only fifteen and immature and innocent, but I wasn’t stupid. I was well aware that he was suggesting — no, inviting me to use the opportunity to… to… well, perhaps to take advantage of Melanie… sexually! But I was all hot and bothered by now, and was almost afraid of how far that path might lead — particularly with him watching so eagerly. Very flustered, and trying hard to hide the wet patch on my pants with my hands, I shuffled.

“Er…No. I think I want to finish here and go. I’m satisfied that I can do it — hypnotise, I mean — and should practice… in private. Thank you for the tuition.” Still grinning, he put his hand on my shoulder.

“Yes — I think it might be wise. To practice, I mean. You can now control the actions of others… but you need to learn to control yourself, don’t you?” He chuckled. “Yes — Melanie certainly does possess some power over boys, doesn’t she? But perhaps you will learn more about that as you grow a little more… er… experienced, eh?” He laughed, and I realised that he was well aware of my… accident.

He did show me how to release Melanie, eventually, before I left, but the exhilaration of my new powers had been more than tempered by me wetting my pants, and I was more than just embarrassed as I bid my farewell that day.

~ ~ ~

The worst part of the walk home was the walking! I mean, OK, I’d just learned that I could hypnotise, and had had a girl under my contol — and then I’d discovered that I couldn’t bloody control myself!. The embarrassment of actually ‘cumming’ in my pants while being watched by Mr Strange was bad. The way I felt really stupid, not being able to control myself when she kissed me and then I felt her tits, was humiliating. But having to walk home with my genitals swinging about in my cum-soaked pants was — awful! It felt as if I had pissed a gallon, and the cool evening air made it feel worse.

It was only when I reached home and was able to get upstairs without meeting any of the family, and almost ripped my pants and underpants off, that I felt better. I plonked my clothes in the wash basket, and had a shower.

At last, in the confines of my own room — clean and refreshed — I felt that I had washed away the nightmare part of the day. I vowed to myself there and then that I would not be so humiliated again, like that. But I needed to get my act together as far as erections and ejaculation was concerned. I’d done it so many times before, but she just caught me by surprise. I’d certainly never been kissed like that before, and since I’d never touched a girl’s tit before, let alone squeezed them, I know that’s what did it. I’d better get some practice, hadn’t I?

I was deliberately quiet that night, and after our evening meal, I said that I wanted to do some work on my computer so I went to my room quite early. It was only Jane who queried that.

“What work are you doing, then? she asked, as I started to go upstairs. “Can I help you?”
“Er… No. I’ve got to work out how to master that new software, and you don’t even know it, so…” I paused, and then pondered. My mind was working on a plan. She saw me hesitate, and persisted.

“Oh! I’d like to see it, anyway. I won’t interfere with you. Please let me come.” It was her last word that settled it. She wanted to come, did she?

I shrugged my shoulders. “Well,” I said, slowly, “if you promise to do as you’re told, you can come and watch.” I looked at my watch — it was eight thirty. “I’ll go and switch on,” I continued, “and since I might be some time up there, perhaps you should get ready for bed.” She frowned.

“Bed? But… it’s far too early.” I shrugged.

“Please yourself, but if we get too late, you’ll only have to rush, won’t you? It is school tomorrow, isn’t it?” I started to move up the stairs, and she followed me.

to be continued....

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CHAPTER 2

As I got to the landing, I turned and looked at Jane, right behind me.

“I’ll just switch on and log on to the programme — it’ll take about 5 minutes, OK?” I turned again and began to go to my room.

“OK — give me about ten minutes, then,” Jane said, “I’ll just check that I’ve got everything ready for tomorrow.” I smiled to myself, hoping that she would do just as I suggested and prepare for bed. Without looking back, I went into my room, and I heard Jane’s door open, and then close.

In the short space of time since she suggested coming with me to the computer, my devious mind had already hatched a little plan, and as each second ticked away, that plan was looking better — if it all worked.

I hurriedly switched on, and then set up some pictures that I had downloaded from the internet, and set them up as a slide-show. I then minimised it so that I could call it up with one click. I then started the DTP programme that I knew Jane didn’t know, and set up a page ready to take some graphics and text. I had nothing planned for this, but had to create the impression that I had for when Jane came in.

As I waited, I heard the bathroom door open and close two or three time, the toilet flush, and then taps running. Jane was clearly doing something, but… was she getting ready for bed? I hoped she was ‘cos my devious plan needed some help.

Eventually, about fifteen minutes later, my door opened, and Jane came in.

“Sorry if I’m late,” she panted, “but I thought I might as well get ready.” I looked round — and my heart skipped a beat. She was fresh-faced from a wash, and she was still tying the belt round her waist — the belt of her dressing gown. I tried to look disinterested, although I guessed that under that robe, she was ready for bed, and I know that she sleeps with a very light, short nightie. I know that because I caught her several times slipping across the landing from the bathroom, and I also know that those night garments are very, very sexy — almost transparent!

Now, I had never before looked upon my sister in any sexual way. She was just…my sister… and although now thirteen, she was, as you say, ‘growing up’. I knew that she was ‘developing’ and now wore a bra, but I had honestly never had any thoughts that she was ‘sexy’. But my recent experience, earlier in the day had triggered something to make me think of her more than just a sister, and had prompted me to get her to help me with my little problem. As far as I knew, Jane wasn’t yet into boy friends, and I certainly didn’t think that she had any thoughts of the ‘facts of life’. Now was the time to find out, wasn’t it?
So here she was, and the stage was set. I just hoped that I wasn’t going to make a mess of it all. I beckoned to the stool that I had placed beside my chair.

“You sit here,” I said, “and you can just watch – OK?” She nodded and sat down. I noticed that her robe fell away from her knees as she squatted, and she was showing about half of her thighs. I couldn’t see anything else under there — yet. I began to flick around with the mouse and pulled in some clip-art onto the page, and moved it about to get it in the right place.

“How did you do that?” Jane leaned forward. “Where did you get that picture from?” I paused, and turned towards her. Before I spoke, I immediately saw that with Jane leaning forward, her robe had opened slightly at the top, and I could see the slight swell of the top of her little tits.

“I’ve got loads of them,” I said, “they’re in a special file and I just click on the file and select which one I want. I do it like this.” I moved the mouse to the taskbar at the bottom of the screen, and after a very slight pause, I clicked. Unfortunately — but very deliberately — I clicked on the clicked on the minimised picture slide show. The first picture flashed onto the screen. Jane gasped.

“Wow!” The picture she saw was one of the nudes that I had saved from the web. It was not porno, just a picture of a naked girl, but it was full frontal. I hurriedly clicked it off.

“Phew! — that was — you’ve got porno!” Jane was almost squealing. I put my finger to her mouth.

“Stop shouting! They’re hear you downstairs. No I haven’t got porno — that was only a nude.” Jane giggled.

“Show me again, then — I want to see it.” She started to make a lunge for the mouse, but I grabbed her hand.

“No — Sorry about that, but you’re too young. It was only a naked girl, that’s all.” Jane pulled her hand away, and slapped my arm.

“Spoilsport! Have you got any boys — like that?” I took hold of her arm.

“No, I haven’t — why, do you want to see a naked man? Do you like seeing boys naked? How many have you seen, then? You can see me if you really want.” She squealed.

“No, I do not! You’re just being rude, now.” She paused, and then grinned. “But you’re too late, aren’t you? I’ve already seen you in your birthday suit, haven’t I?” I looked at her with a frown.

“You’ve what? When was this, then?” She laughed again.

“Hundreds of times, silly. We used to bath together — remember?” I was relieved — I thought that… oh, well, never mind.

“That’s different,” I said, “that was ages ago. I bet you’ve seen other boys though, haven’t you? Is that why you want to see some pictures with them showing… their things?” She thumped my shoulder.

“No! I certainly don’t!” At this point, I decided it was time to stop playing around, and I turned and held her face in my hands and stared at her.

“Look at me, Jane,” I said, firmly, “Look at my eyes.” She stared, obviously wondering what this was all about. Before she could do anything, however, I knew that my staring had done the trick. Her mouth opened and she looked blankly at me.

“You’re under my control, now, Jane. You will do just as I say from now. When I snap my fingers, you will wake up and not remember anything you have done or said, and until then you will do everything I tell you to do, and when you speak you will tell me the truth. Do you understand?” I waited with baited breath, and with all my fingers crossed. She looked at me, and then blinked.

“Yes, I understand.” I’d done it!

“Stand up, Jane.” She moved and then stood up.

“Take your robe off, Jane — it is warm in here.” Without any hesitation, she moved her hands and undid the belt, and then slowly slipped the robe from her shoulders. The robe dropped to the floor, and I looked at her, wearing what appeared to be just her short nightie, which just reached down to her hips.

“Have you got anything on under that nightie, Jane?” She shook her head, and I could already feel that stirring in my pants. How far dare I go?

“Now I know that you’ve seen me naked, Jane, but have you ever seen any other boy or man naked?” I waited for her answer.

“Yes — I’ve seen Dad.” This threw me.

“When, Jane? When did you see Dad naked?” Now her face was almost smiling.

“About two weeks ago. I saw him coming out of the bathroom one night. I went to go to the loo in the middle of the night, and he just walked out — and he had nothing on.” I was sure that she was telling the truth.

“Did he see you? Did he know that you’d seen him?”

“Course he did! I made him jump, and he just said, ‘Sorry’ and went straight into the bedroom. But he never mentioned it again.”

“Did you see his… ‘thing’… was it big?” Although she was in a sort of trance, and her face was blank, she definitely blushed.

“I did see it — for a second — and it did look…well, bigger…” She paused, and I stepped in quickly.

“Bigger? Bigger than what, Jane? Had you seen any other boy’s cock?” She shuffled her feet, and she was clearly suffering by having to be truthful.

“Yes.” Oh, God — this was getting interesting, now, and I could feel myself getting aroused. I wanted to know more.

“Whose cock have you seen, then? Was it one of the boys at school — or more than one?”

I saw her swallow as if she was trying hard not to have to say anything, but then she stuttered, “Er… There are three boys at school who take us into the gym at lunch time, and we… well, they wanted us to look at them.”

“Who’s we, Jane? Do you mean some other girls?” She nodded.

“Shirley Cooper, and Sally White, and me. Sally arranged it and we just followed her.” I gasped. I could picture it now — three boys and three girls in the gym, playing show me.
“What did they do, then, Jane? Did they all show their cocks? And did you girls show them yours?”

“No! I mean they got their… things out, but we just stood and looked. I didn’t… show… I mean I didn’t show them anything.”

“Did you girls… er… touch them? Were the cocks… big and stiff?”

“Yes. We all touched them — yes, they were stiff, and they made us hold them until they… well, you know. Then when they had finished, the boys left us.”

I was gobsmacked. My little sister had wanked a boy off. I then realised that my cock was as stiff as a rod, and I wanted the same. I stood up and stood facing Jane.

“So,” I said, quietly, “You’ve held a boys cock and wanked it? Did you like it? Would you wank me?” Her face went red, but she was still under my control.

“If you want me to — yes.” I was almost ready to come, just thinking about my little sister jerking me off.

“I do want you, Jane. But I’d like you to be naked, first. Take your nightie off, please.”

My heart was racing, and I half expected her to scream and run — but after only a second or two pause, she calmly took hold of the bottom of the garment and lifted it up and off.

As she held the nightie in her hand, she just stood there for me to gaze at, and… wow! I was staring at a naked girl for the first time, and I’d forgotten that she was my sister, ‘cos it was… fantastic! For a few moments I looked at the sight. Tits like small oranges, with a pink knob at the tip, and down below her flat stomach there was a lovely, soft little… yes, cunt! She had a light covering of fair hair on it, and I edged close to her.

“Put your nightie on the bed, Jane” She half turned and dropped the garment onto the bed. As she turned back, she smiled at me, as if she was aware of what I was doing. I smiled back, because I wasn’t sure myself. I looked her up and down, taking all in what I’d never seen before.

“You are really lovely, Jane,” I said, “I bet the boys at school would love to see you like this. I didn’t realise that you had grown up so much. They would love to see those gorgeous tits, don’t you think?”

She actually giggled as she responded, “I don’t think I would let them.”

“Turn round, Jane” I said, wanting to get some action, now. She turned and her back was to me. I moved close to her and touched her bare shoulders with both hands. “I’m going to touch you, now, Jane. You will really like it when I do.” I slid my hands down off her shoulders along her arms, and when I reached her hand I let go with my one hand, and discreetly moved it to my pants.

I slipped the belt of my trousers, and then unzipped them. I let them fall to the floor, and I stepped out of them. My cock was almost bursting out of my boxers. I whipped my T-shirt off, too, and then reached back to Jane with both hands. I grasped her hand and brought it back behind her, and then gently placed it on top of my bulging boxers.

Leaving it there, I moved my hands back in front of her body, and then gently clasped both of her tits. I felt her jerk as my hot hands teased her nipples, and I felt them harden under my palms. I pressed forward so that her hand on my front was squashed against the bulge of my erection. I fondled her tits, and then slid one hand down over her flat belly until I felt the fur on her mound. As I cupped her cunt, I spoke.

“Take my cock out of my pants, Jane,” I whispered. My cock was a big as I’ve ever known it be, and I desperately wanted it to be free. As I closed my eyes to savour the moment, I felt her hand slide upwards and then down again, inside the waistband of my pants. When the hand rested on my cock, I felt it jerk, and then she grasped the shaft and eased it out into the open. I eased back, slightly, and looked down to see my little sister’s hand round my hot shaft. I automatically clasped my hand hard on her cunt, and she, in turn, squeezed my cock. I was in heaven for the very first time!

Almost breathlessly, I whispered to her. “Do you like to hold my cock, Jane? I want you to wank it for me. Wank it for me, Jane while I finger your cunt. Let’s see if we can make each other come, shall we?” I half turned so that she could get a proper grasp of me, and at the same time I teased my fingers up and down her slit.

I could see that she was smiling as she began to stroke her fist up and down my shaft, and then I felt her thighs part as if to give me full access to her cunt. I began to tremble in anticipation as she continued to wank me, and then I realised that my middle finger was actually inside her cunt lips, and I could feel the wetness inside her.

“God, Jane!” I gasped, “Do it nicely for me. Make me come, Jane!” I slipped my finger deeper into her, and she moaned and bent her knees as I went in deeper. I was actually fucking her with my finger, and all I could think about was that feeling I had when I creamed in my pants earlier.

Somehow, we had both moved during this, so that we were now facing each other, and I was thus able to dig my fingers quite deep inside her, and as she increased the pace of her shafting me, I went deeper and faster in her cunt. I don’t know which was the more exciting — her wanking me or me finger-fucking her.

Then, as she bent her knees even more, she sort of stumbled and she fell backwards against the bed. Without either of us stopping our hands working on each other, she fell on to the bed, ending up on her back but with her legs hanging over the side. With her holding my cock, and me not wanting her to stop, I half fell forwards with her, I felt my balls twitch, as they did before, and I just knew that I was about to shoot my load.
“Yes, Jane,” I cried out, “Fuck! Oh, God, yes, Jane! Make me come, Jane!” She also moaned and she was panting.

Then, she also cried out. “Oh, God! I want to wee!” I realised that she was starting to come herself, and when I looked down and saw that she had drawn my swollen cock close to her groin, and my cock was actually pointing straight at her wet cunt, I could see that I was about to do it. I was less than an inch off getting my cock inside her, and I began to panic. I mustn’t, I thought, but could do nothing to stop it happening. I instinctively pushed forward and the tip of my cock touched her cunt lips, and then… I felt my cock pulse, and my balls twitched again, as I exploded.

A stream of spunk shot from me and sprayed all over my fingers and her groin, and then another jet followed, covering her pubic hair and my hand. Jane cried out again, as I jerked more and more spunk out on to her belly.

“Oh Jesus! That’s hot!” she shouted. Her hand released my softening cock, and she collapsed backwards on to the bed. I fell forward and lay on top of her, feeling my hot, wet spunk sticking us together. Reluctantly, but hurriedly, I lifted myself off her and looked down.

The whole of her front was soaking wet, and even a little pool of my spunk had settled in her navel. At first, I was frantic that I might have actually fucked her – with my cock inside her, but gradually realised that I had come just before it actually went in. My cock was still dripping and spots of spunk were dropping on to the floor. I stood up.

All this time, of course, I had completely overlooked the fact that we were now both stark naked, on my bed, and covered in spunk, whilst all the time our unknowing parents were only just down the stairs. I prayed that they had heard nothing of our cries and that they would not storm up and catch us like this.

I grabbed my pants and covered myself, and then looked at Jane. She was still lying prone on the bed, glistening all over her naked front with spunk. I needed to do something quickly, but my nasty mind made me grab my digital camera and I hastily got two or three shoots of Jane lying naked on the bed, glistening with spunk. I got as close to her cunt to get a good shot of her now dark, matted pubes.

Then I moved over the side of the room and grabbed a handful of tissues, and, going back to the body on the bed, I tried to soak up as much of my semen off her. As I dabbed at her cunt, she moaned and opened her eyes. She smiled weakly, and then spoke.

“That was nice. Do it again, Geoff.” ………..

Now I was confused. I looked at her lying there covered in my spunk, and with her eyes wide open. Did she know what we’d done? Well, of course she did, otherwise she wouldn’t have asked me to do it again, would she? But… I realised then that my limp, wet cock was still hanging outside my pants, and I could see her eyes firmly fixed on it. I knew that I couldn’t manage another erection and ejaculation just yet, but, more importantly I had to make sure that I was still in control of her.

I tried to remember all that Mr Strange had told me, and I was almost stuttering as I spoke to her.

“J-Jane you will get up and put your nightie back on.” I held my breath, but there was no need to worry. Jane slowly lifted herself off the bed and then, without a word, picked up her nightdress and slipped it over her head. So far, so good.

“Jane,” I went on, “when I snap my fingers you will awake. You will not remember anything that we have done except for looking at the computer. You will not remember wanking me, and you will ignore any feeling that you have in your cunt. Do you understand?” She nodded, and after a slight pause I had one more thought. “In future, Jane, whenever I say the word ‘Gobbledy-gook’ you will immediately go back under my hypnotic control and will do exactly as I tell you.” I was almost trembling that it has worked as I snapped my fingers.

Jane blinked – twice – and then said, “I thought you were going to show me some men pictures – you know – like the girl pictures you have.” I grinned. She had made no mention of anything that had happened since that time, and, even more staggering, I realised that I’d still got my dick outside my pants, and she hadn’t said anything about that. I tested her.

“All you blooming wanted was to see a man’s dick, wasn’t it? Is that why you got my dick out, then? Did you just want to see it?” She looked down at me, gaped at my wet cock, and giggled.

“I didn’t do that, did I? You’re just rude!” She hesitated, and then said, “Anyway, why do I want to look at your… – I’ve seen you…like that, many times.” Leaving my dick exposed, I chuckled.

“I know! But you did tell me that you did it with the boys at school, you know, and then you showed me what you did, and took mine out.” She gasped.

“Did what with the boys at school?”

“Come on, Jane, you told me that you’d wanked one or two. Don’t you remember?” Her face was a picture, for apart from looking gobsmacked, she was also blushing bright red.
“You’re – God, you’re making this up, now! I never… never said such a thing… did I?”

I laughed – half in relief because my plan had worked and she really didn’t remember anything – but also to break this up. I decided that I had gone as far as I dare, tonight.
“Well, perhaps you didn’t — but I bet you have, anyway. Suppose I’d better put this away, then, eh?” I reached down and put my cock back inside. Jane was just staring, and I am sure that she wasn’t quite sure exactly what she had said, and didn’t want to talk about it any more. I patted her on the head.

“Better get back to your own room, I think,” I said, “before anybody comes up and catches us in here, talking about dicks, eh?.” Still blushing like mad, Jane left, and I was able to sigh with relief, again.

[davesmistress]

Another good Chapter....thanks

[soak93]

CHAPTER 3

As I lay in bed that night, I could still hardly believe what had happened. I had hypnotised my first real subject – my own little sister – and had not only got her naked, but had come very close to fucking her — with her awake and helping me. My brain whirled at the possibilities this opened up, and I was already well aware that this ability to get a person under my control was certain to lead to me being able to do exactly what I wanted.
I also knew, now, that I wanted to expand my sex experience, and as I drifted eventually to sleep, I began working out how — and when— I could start with Jane.

I slept the sleep of a contented boy. I know that, because when I woke my mind wasn’t confused at all. I know that somehow, in my sleeping, I had worked out exactly what I was going to do with Jane – and perhaps other girls, too – using my new powers. I slipped the duvet off me and looked down at my groin, and grinned to myself. ‘Yes,’ I thought as I surveyed my semi-limp cock, ‘I think we are going to enjoy ourselves, now, aren’t we?’

That morning, I walked to school with Jane, and just as we turned the corner from our road, I deliberately turned into a short cut lane leading to the school. We don’t usually go up this short cut because at is completely hidden from the houses and roads, and can be a bit dicey if there are any unpleasant characters about the neighbourhood, but I wanted to test out the efficiency of the post hypnotic suggestions I had given her last night. Jane did query why we were going down this lane, but I assured her that we would be quite OK.

About halfway down this lane I stopped and as Jane stopped to see why, I looked at her and simply said, “Gobbledy-gook!” For a split second I thought I’d blown it, but then as she looked at me, I sensed that she was looking strangely blank. I said to her, “Can you hop on one leg, Jane?" She simply nodded.

“Go on then,” I said, “Hop for me.”

I know that normally she would have ridiculed the idea and said something rude, but… to my delight, she hitched her bag firmly on her shoulder, lifted one leg and began to hop! I was elated. She was definitely under my control again. After she had done several hops, I stopped her.

“You can stop, now, Jane, just stand still” She did so, and I looked all around to see that there was no-one about, and then I said, “Lift your skirt up, Jane. Lift it up and let me see your knickers.”

I held my breath — but she simply dropped her hands and hoisted her skirt up to her waist, thus revealing her regulation school knickers. I glanced round again, to make sure nobody else was there to witness this sight, and then as I looked back to her, still holding her skirt aloft, I said, “I think you should take those knickers off, Jane. I want to see your pussy.” My pulse was racing and I was hoping that she wouldn’t scream or something stupid.

This time there was a definite pause, but incredibly, she dropped her skirt and immediately put her two hands up under it and began to slide her knickers down. I gulped and again checked to see around us, but luckily there was not a soul in sight. I looked back at her and by now she was stepping out of her knickers.

When she had done that she simply stood holding them in her hand. God! This was so bloody good! She was now naked under her skirt.

I reached out and said, “I’ll have those, Jane — you won’t want them again, today, will you?” She let me take them from her, and she was smiling as she answered, “No — not if you say so.”

“No,” I said as I stuffed the pants into my pocket, “Now lift up again, and let’s see your lovely cunt.” I deliberately used the word to see her reaction, but there was none, except for her to hoist her skirt up again to present me with the sight of her naked thighs and groin.

I was so amazed that it all worked, and for a few seconds just stared at her gorgeous nakedness, but then realised the danger and told her to drop her skirt back.

I grinned at her and shook my head. It was just so incredible that I had been able to do this to her — and she didn’t know! I decided that it was time to move on.

“Come on, then, let’s get to school then.” She just looked and began to walk alongside me again.
I needed to finish the job before we got to the end of the lane, and before we were in sight of the school gates, I started to talk to her again. “That was nice, that was, Jane,” I said, “I like seeing your bare cunt, you know — have you shown it to any of the boys at school?”

She stopped dead, glared at me, and despite being in a trance, she gasped. “Certainly not!” I laughed.

“Oh don’t be such a prude, sis, boys like to see naked girls, don’t they? I know I do. Do you honestly mean that nobody has seen your cunt, Jane?”

A bit calmer, now, she said, “You’re the only boy — but then, you’re… well, family. I wouldn’t let any other boy see me like that.”

“Ah,” I said, “But I know that you like to see the boys, though, don’t you? I mean you have seen other boys’ … cocks, haven’t you — I mean apart from mine?”

She turned to me. “Only because they… well, they made me. I mean I wouldn’t ask any boy to… well, you know.”

“Did you wank them because they made you? Tell me the truth, now.” She was now clearly blushing.

“Who told you that I…” I pointed to her.

“You did, Jane. You told me that you’ve held a boy’s cock until he spurted. That’s wanking you know.” She blushed even more.

“I only did it ‘cos they…well…they teased me and…” I interrupted her.

“But you did it, though, didn’t you? And I bet you liked it, as well — I bet you liked holding a stiff cock. Have you ever sucked one, Jane?” She gasped again.

“Sucked? You mean… in my mouth?” I laughed at her innocence.

“Yes, Jane. Girls do sometimes suck a boy in their mouth — boys love to be sucked off, didn’t you know?”

“Good God! That’s gross! I don’t think I’d like to do that.” I chuckled again.

“Well, Jane, shall I tell you something? Before today is finished, you will suck a cock — in your mouth! You will suck my cock tonight.”

She stared at me, but then simply said, “Will I?” Her weak response was a question, not a protest or denial.

We had almost reached the end of the lane by now, and the situation had to change, otherwise she would be in this trance in class, and I couldn’t afford to risk anything untoward happening. I stopped, and turned towards her and put my hands on her shoulders.

“Yes, Jane,” I said, “You certainly will — and what’s more you will actually want to suck my cock until I shoot into your mouth — and you will like it. Now, before we go into school I want to feel your cunt, OK? Just stand still while I put my hand on it.”

Her response was merely to nod her head. I slipped my hand down and grasped her skirt and gently raised it up and then slid my hand underneath.

With my one hand sliding up her thigh, I gently turned her to face me. As my fingers contacted her pussy hairs, I said, “Open your legs, Jane — move your feet and open your legs, ‘cos I want to feel inside your cunt.”

I sounded so sure of myself, but I can tell you I was shaking like a leaf. Without any hesitation she shuffled her feet apart and my hand slipped right over her mound. I gave it a little squeeze, and said, “You’ve got such a lovely cunt, Jane — did you know?” She shook her head, replying blankly, “It’s the only one I’ve got — and just like the other girls.”

I squeezed her vulva again, and at the same time opened her slit with my fingers and pushed gently to insert one into her. She winced, but smiled slightly as the finger entered her.

“Is that nice, Jane? Oooh —It feels lovely to me. This cunt might be like other girls, Jane, but this is the one I want to fuck. One of these days I’m going to stick my cock inside this cunt, Jane, and fuck you. Do you understand what that means?” I pushed my finger which now was about two inches inside her, and I could feel that she was getting quite wet. She gave a moan and her legs almost buckled. She actually held on to my arm for support as it was clear that her body was reacting to being fingered, and then answered me.

“Ooooh! Yes I understand. Are you going to fuck me now — here?” Her body was obviously telling me that she wanted me to, and I was certainly ready too. My cock was screaming out for me to stuff it right up her — but I knew that if I did then someone was sure to spot us.

I pumped my finger up and down her sex hole two or three more times, watching her face telling me that she was liking it, and feeling her getting wetter and wetter.

Reluctantly I withdrew it and pulled away, letting her skirt drop down. “You liked that, didn’t you, Jan?” She smiled and nodded. “But no, Jane — I can’t fuck you now, and certainly not here. I want you naked, first and we can’t do that here, can we?” She actually smiled, weakly. I went on, “We will do it later — at home — or somewhere where no one can see us. Have you ever been fucked?”

Her eyes widened. “No way! I have never even let anybody do what you just did — but I’m glad you did it to me first.”

I know she was under my influence, but it was great to see that, deep down, she liked being fingered, and that certainly augured well for even more. But it was very much the time to stop this little session, and I held her shoulders as I spoke again.

“Jane, when I clap my hands you will come out of this trance and be back to normal. When you wake you will not remember any of what we have just done, nor will you remember anything we have said. You will not remember me feeling your bare cunt and fingering you. You will think that you have no knickers on because you forgot to put them on. You will have a tingly feeling in your cunt, but that will only make you feel that you want me to touch you. You will think about me during the day, Jane, and when you get home you will want to be nice to me. In your mind you will want me to touch you again, and you will also want to see — and feel — my cock. Is that all clear?”

“Yes.” I paused for a few seconds, and then clapped my hands. Jane blinked, and shook her head.

“Come on,” I said, sharply, “Don’t hang about or we’ll be late.” She grinned and made as if to slap me, but she missed.

“It’s you who’s dawdling,” she said, as she moved away and started to hurry up the lane, “It’s you who wants to come!” She didn’t know how true that was — I almost had!

Although I tried hard to appear normal, I could feel my head spinning. I found it hard to believe what I had just done to my little sister. I was surprised at what my power over had let me do, and — I knew, now, that I could do anything… I think… with anyone who I could hypnotise like I had her. The fantasies that ran through my head were almost endless, and I just wondered how far I stretch them to.

[davesmistress]

Just moving right along.....thanks for another good chapter.

[jamin9306]

very good

[Pervy old Man]

don't tell me that's all :(

[cocummer]

Fantastic. This story really needs to continue. Anxiously waiting more.

[sirjames48]

thanks for the stories