Message-ID: <17341eli$9811191911@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ~master~ Subject: submissions by mesmer "MOTHER & DAUGHTER ACT" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3646777A.3707D154@coastnet.net.au> Standard Disclaimer - If you enjoy this Hypnosis/Mind-Control story please show your appreciation to the manager who has been kind enough to publish it for me. Thank you. - Mesmer. "MOTHER & DAUGHTER ACT" (by Mesmer) (c) Chapter I "She just has no confidence in herself whatsoever." the anxious mother said to James Brady, a psychologist, on the other end of the phone. "I can't even get her to go out with her girlfriends, let alone out on an actual date with a boy! I'm so worried about her! And now her schoolwork has started to get worse as well. Can you help me do you think?" James let out his breath slowly between his teeth, timing it nicely with the end of the worried woman's sentence. The smile came easily to his voice with his standard, but genuine answer. "Yes, Mrs Rogers. I'm sure I can help your daughter." James answered. "But I'd like to see you both, if that's alright with you? Just for a general chat first, sort of get an unobtrusive overview without your daughter actually knowing it. Would it be possible to convince your daughter with a white lie by saying that 'you' were coming to see me for some nerves or something?" "That's not far from the truth, anyway!" Mary Rogers answered. God knows she felt like she was going to lose her mind with the way her daughter just sat in her room all day long or moped about the house, tripping over her bottom lip. "Yes. I don't think that's a problem. It's a good idea, actually. I'll get her to think that she's just keeping me company. How will that be?" "That will do nicely, Mrs Rogers." James answered with a smile in his voice. "When would you like to make an appointment, and what time would suit you?" "Ummmm. How about tomorrow? Would you have a time free about ten o'clock in the morning?" she asked. "I'll juggle a couple of appointments, Mrs Rogers." James told her. "Shouldn't be a problem at all." "Oh thanks, Doctor Brady!" she said. "I hope I'm not inconveniencing you." "Not at all, Mrs Rogers. Not at all. And please, Call me James." he replied. "Thank you. My name is Mary." she responded. "Thank you, Mary." James said. "I'll see you tomorrow at ten. Bye for now." "Good bye Doctor Bra...err..James." she said. Doctor James Brady hung up the phone smiling, confident he would be able to help both daughter and mother. Most women were their own daughter's problems at the best and the worst of times. Usually if he managed to help one, he would end up helping the other, usually the one who did not seek the help in the first place. * Mary Rogers and her daughter Julie were right on time, and James was waiting for them. He had placed another chair in the therapy room on his left. He planned to sit Mary Rogers in the recliner, since her daughter would think her mother was the one seeking help. And Julie would be seated on his immediate left. Both would be within two feet of where he would be sitting in the middle of them, easily able to hear his voice. After Doctor James Brady had introduced himself to her she put her arms around her seventeen year old daughter and eased her forward a little bit. The girl looked down at the carpet the whole time until her Mary squeezed Julie's shoulder a little, thinking the doctor wasn't bad looking at all for a man in his mid to late forties. Mary had been divorced now for four years. "James. This is my daughter Julie." Mary said with a sparkle in her eyes at the charade she was taking part in with the doctor. It had been easy to get Julie to accompany her. "Julie. This is Doctor James Brady. He's going to try to help me today." "Hi, Julie." James smiled warmly, finally seeing her eyes move up to meet h is gaze as her head raised a little at being addressed. The girl certainly appeared introverted at this early stage. "Hello." Julie answered softly, wishing she was anywhere else in the world, except where she was. She had reluctantly agreed to accompany her mother, but only because her mother had practically begged her, saying she couldn't possibly visit a strange man alone. "Mary, would you like to take a seat here in this chair?" James said, directing her to the large velvet recliner. "And Julie, would you sit here? Nothing is going to take place that would require you to sit by yourself in the waiting room. Besides, I'm sure your mother would appreciate you being here with her. James waited until they had both seated themselves and then took his place between them. "Now." he began, addressing Mary Rogers. "You explained the problem you have fully to me on the phone yesterday, Mary. And I understand completely. I've been thinking about it seriously and have decided to begin the therapy immediately. I don't feel the need to know any more about it at this stage. Is that alright with you?" Mary Rogers smiled. He was very good at charades, she thought as she answered. "Yes. That's fine. The sooner we begin, the sooner I'm sure I'm going to feel so much better." James turned to Julie. "Are you comfortable, Julie?" he asked. "We're going to be here for a couple of hours at least. Why don't you both take your shoes off and really make yourself comfortable. Julie nodded, but said nothing. Nor did she return the doctor's warm smile. But she did slip off her sandals when she saw her mother taking off her shoes. They were too tight anyway. Mary Rogers settled back into the deep, soft velvet recliner, suspecting how easy it would be to just curl up in its soft, warm arms and drift off to sleep. She had to admit she felt a little bit excited at the game she and James were playing for the benefit of Julie. "Right." James began. "Before we get right into it, I just want to go through some deep relaxation exercises. If that's alright with you? That way, it will be easier and quicker to get right to the heart of the problem when the time is right for it to be dealt with once and for all. Okay?" "Yes." Mary answered, settling herself more comfortably down into the warm arms of the big chair. * "Now, I want you to look up at the ceiling and see that little red-painted spot there. Can you see it. Don't tilt your head up. Just keep it level and lift your gaze with your eyes." James instructed her, hoping Julie would follow suit. That's why he had raised his left hand and pointed to the red spot he had painted on the ceiling. His left arm passed right up beside her face, such that her gaze, if she were looking, would have had to follow his pointing finger to the red spot. "Don't take your eyes off it for a single moment." James guided both women secretly. "Just become aware of your breathing ... how easy and natural it has become already since you've been staring at the little red spot ... Relaxing and letting go completely ... you should feel ... in a moment or two ... I wouldn't be surprised at all if ... your tired eyelids are becoming as relaxed as the rest of your mind and body ... so relaxed and calm and peaceful that they are ... probably already beginning to feel ... and starting to become heavier and heavier ... and maybe will even begin to start blinking ... as they start to definitely feel ... more and more tired and .. more and more heavy ... and probably will even close themselves down ... all by themselves ... when they feel so heavy ... and so tired ... that you just couldn't be bothered trying to hold those heavy ... tired eyelids up anymore and ... allow them to close now ... all by themselves and ... completely relax and ... let yourself go completely ... and just keep on drifting down ... and down ... and down .... deeper and deeper ... relaxed and calm ... warm and safe ... deeper and deeper asleep ... and warm and safe." James paused in his slow and deliberate style of speaking to allow Mary to deepen her own trance a little, once she realised just how relaxed she actually felt. He turned his head just a little, aware immediately that Julie's eyes were also closed. He turned more toward her and studied the features of her face. They were relaxed and calm, but with some movement of her eyes beneath the closed eyelids. She would deepen herself down as well, James decided for the moment, and then left them in silence to their own discoveries for a full minute. "Now." he said softly and slowly after the minute was up. "I want you to allow your imagination to ... choose stairs .. an escalator .. or an elevator .. or nay way you like to imagine so strongly ... and when I snap my fingers ... allow yourself to gently drift down ... one relaxing deeper level at a time ... relaxing and sleeping ... deeper and deeper ... with each level you go deeper down ... when I count to three ... and snap my fingers ... One ... two ... three." James snapped the fingers on both hands at the same time. The fingers on his right hand snapped directly beside Mary's left ear, and the fingers on his left hand snapped directly beside Julie's right ear. He watched Mary's reaction first, as her shoulders sagged as she exhaled. Her hands fell a little sideways and she seemed to sink more deeply into the big chair. He turned then to observe Julie. Her shoulders too had sagged and rounded forward. Her head was now leaning forward slightly toward her chest, with her arms resting loosely on her lap, just touching. James smiled, and then left h em in silence. He had deliberately not told them how many levels to go down, hoping in his silence they would take themselves down to whatever deep level they felt they wanted to explore, just to see if they could relax as much as possible. Time alone with their thoughts and their imaginations now was the most important thing he could allow them to spend. Mary Rogers had never felt this relaxed in her life before. She had started to think that maybe she should stay alert and listen to what he was saying, just in case he needed her help with Julie, but after taking the escalator down to each deeper level, just like at the shopping mal she just couldn't be bothered trying. It was simply to relaxing in what she was doing and feeling. Besides, James seemed like a perfectly capable person. She was sure he wouldn't need her help. After all, he could always wake her up, she decided, and then she stepped back on the escalator and allowed herself to drift down deeper again into the peace and relaxation of the deep, comfortable chair that seemed to be wrapping its soft, velvet arms around her and cuddling her like a baby to its mother's bosom. Julie had started out listening to what James was saying to her mother, determined not to really pay it any mind, even when he pointed to the little red spot on the ceiling he wanted her mother to stare at. She had tried looking elsewhere and had begun to stare at the paintings of the waterfalls around the office walls of soft, green paint. But when he had begun to talk of relaxing, and speaking so slowly and in a strange way, she couldn't help but listen. Julie knew she was relaxing very deeply. She hadn't been tired, but she had felt it wash over her when he had first started speaking. After that, she had felt really calm and relaxed. So, she decided it wasn't going to hurt if she eavesdropped on her mother's therapy. Two for the price of one, she had smiled to herself. When the doctor had asked her mother to choose a way of relaxing more deeply, Julie had chose a long and winding set of stairs, just like she had seen in the movie, 'Gone with the Wind," when Scarlet O'Hara came gliding slowly and gracefully down the long and curving staircase. And the more she imagined it the deeper she felt herself sinking into her own peace and relaxation. Everything else seemed to have faded away, except h is voice. Even that seemed softer at times. She would have to listen harder, but it seemed to be taking too much effort, and Julie was now beginning to feel very, very sleepy and tired. James let his gaze wander slowly between both women, satisfied with the way each appeared to be relaxing, just by the look on their face and their facial features. Mary's mouth had a slight, loose smile on it, while Julie's had opened slightly. Her head now hung even more forward than it had before. He decided to allow them a little more time to deepen themselves in their own way before he locked their thoughts into the sound of his voice, and his voice alone. Time was always on everybody's side, he thought, in his business, at any rate. After several more minutes of trained and calm patience through years of experience James continued with his induction of the two women. It had been his plan from the beginning trance both of them down. He always did whenever he had both mother and daughter together because the problem of one was usually the problem of the other. He began with a gentle command. "I wonder if you can see ... and feel ... and experience ... your special place ... all around you now ... so warm ... and so relaxing where ... you're all alone ... and you're very safe ... and it's very peaceful ... and you feel so private ... The place where ... you always go to ... in your mind ... when you ... want to be alone now ... with your thoughts ... you can now feel yourself ... in that familiar place ... so warm ... and so safe ... and so very protected from the world ... and all of the situations .... and all of the people you'd ... rather not see or be with ... as you experience your complete aloneness now ... alone in your special place ... with only the sound of my voice ... soft and soothing you ... helping you relax ... even more deeply than ... you are relaxed and calm right now ... your special place ... all alone and private ... so very, very private ... and safe ... and protected ... with only the sound of my voice." His scrutinizing gaze travelled from one tranced woman to the other - checking both closely for trance depth. Mary seemed deeper than Julie. Then he decided on his next plan. "It's beautiful where you are ... so peaceful and so private ... alone and so safe ... and so relaxed and calm ... hearing only the sound of my voice ... and you can come here anytime ... with the soft, soothing sound of my voice ... and the sound of your trance key, 'sleep time.'... and the sound of my voice ... soft, and soothing ... to your special place ... when you hear your trance key, 'sleep time.' ... whenever you want feel safe and alone ... warm and very, very private ... with the sound of my voice ... and hearing your trance key ... wherever you are ... whatever you're doing ... when you hear your trance key ... you will want to come back here ... with the soft, soothing sound of my voice ... saying your trance key, 'sleep time.' ... which you can forget now ... because your unconscious mind will remember ... your trance key is the sound of my voice ... saying your trance key, 'sleep time,' ... which you can forget now ... because your unconscious mind will remember ... what you have forgotten already ... because it never existed ... only in your dreams ... and in your unconscious mind ... to allow you to come here instantly ... whenever you hear ... the sound of my voice ... saying your trance key, 'sleep time.' ... that you can't remember now ... even if you try ... and the more you try ... the more you don't want to ... remember something you didn't even notice in the first place." That should do it, James decided as he stared hard at both women in turn. Then he slowly woke them up refreshed and alert to the count of ten. They both blinked and rubbed their eyes. Julie stretched while her mother yawned and continued blinking. "Oh!" Mary said dreamily. "Did I fall asleep?" She couldn't remember. She tried for a moment, but nothing at all came to her except how great she felt-relaxed and alert, refreshed as if she'd just woken up from a deep and relaxing sleep. Then she smiled. She probably did. "I think I might have too." Julie agreed dreamily with her mother as she stretched her arms high above her head again. "I had a nice dream though, But I can't seem to remember it. It was nice though. I remember that." What was it? Julie questioned herself as she gazed at her mother's relaxed and calm face. Julie noticed she hadn't seen her mother look as relaxed as that for as long as she could remember. Julie puzzled over why she couldn't remember a dream she'd just had only minutes before. She could always remember her dreams for a few minutes after awakening of a morning. She shook her head and forgot about trying anymore. She felt too relaxed and calm. * "Sleep time." James tested them both, then waited. ""What?" Mary said, feeling her eyes grow extremely heavy. Her body seemed to then sink quickly inside itself as she sank deeply into the soft, velvet chair. Julie heard the doctor say something and turned to ask him what he'd said. She noticed her mother's eyes close quickly. But that was all. Her own eyelids were feeling heavy. So heavy. So tired. Too much effort to keep them open. So she didn't. She just gave herself up completely and surrendered to the wonderful, relaxing feelings and sensations washing over her body from her head to her toes. James watched Julie's head fall slowly forward toward her chest as she lost the battle to keep her eyes open any longer. Mary had succumbed very quickly. She was probably a natural at relaxing, he thought as he checked each them visually again for several minutes each. Now for the big finish and the final part of the induction, he decided. And then, the test. He began a little more quickly now so their conscious mind wouldn't get in the road of their unconscious accepting everything without having any time to be questioned. They were both too relaxed and tranced down anyway. Julie's chin was almost touching her chest. "Back deeply involved in your special place .. with only the sound of my voice..all alone and safe..away from everyone...even your own thoughts...because its too tiring to think ... when you can listen to me ... soft and soothing you .. relaxing you .. caring for your needs .. and you like your needs cared for ... to be looked after so well ... so warmly and so gently ... just as you like ... that nobody else can do ... when you listen to me ... and feel so wonderful and so alone and safe .. and listen to me ... who makes you feel this way ... and takes you to your special place ... where you're alone and safe ... and wanting to stay here ... and be looked after ... all of your needs .. all of your desires ... all of your wants ... when you listen to me ... just as you like ... just as you want ... those special needs ... those secret needs ... those private needs ... listen to me ... care for your needs ... just as you asked ... care for your needs ... juts as you wanted .... just as you need .. to listen to me ..and do what I say ... and care for your needs ... your private needs ... your secret needs ... listen to me ..o what I say ... your needs will be cared for ... you will be happy ... just as you wanted ... that's why you came...your needs will be cared for ... just as you wanted ... that's why you came ''' to listen to me ... tell you what to do ... to care for your needs..just the way you wanted ... that's why you came ... to satisfy your needs .. your private needs ... your secret needs ... relax and enjoy now ... relax and enjoy now ... care for your needs ... just as you wanted ... relax and enjoy now ... Say nothing now ... relax and enjoy now ... care for your secret needs ... relax and say nothing ... everything is perfect and natural ... just as you wanted ... that's why you came... to relax and enjoy ..relax and enjoy..relax and enjoy..relax and enjoy..and do exactly as you're told. Do exactly as you're told. Do exactly as you're told ..relax and enjoy ..relax..relax." James fell silent for several minutes and waited until they had sorted themselves internally and accepted the thoughts from their unconscious minds as their own. He could feel his pulse quicken with his heartbeat as it always did before the final test in cases like this, but he loved it. God, how he loved the thrill of the challenge. To James Brady, there was no challenge, like no challenge. Mary accepted everything as sounding like so much common sense. That's why she had come to him. Of course it was. To have her secret and private needs met. It had been so long. And she had so many needs, that all needed to be met. One of her better ideas. She felt so wonderful and so warm, in her special place that only she knew about. Julie knew she needed her needs to be met. She tried herself, often, but never quite got there. She wasn't even sure if she knew how to do it properly. But she felt it was time. It was the perfect time. She was in her special place. Nobody could reach her here, or tease her or put her down. She was an adult here, and soon, she would be a woman, just like she always wanted to be. She smiled. James saw Julie's smile and smiled himself. He checked Mary and saw she seemed perfectly and completely involved in the thoughts and suggestions he had placed in her unconscious mind and then was given ack to her conscious mind in her imagination. "You will only hear the soft, soothing sound of my voice when I say your name." he told them soothingly, caressingly, sensually. "You will hear me speaking only when I say your name. If I say another name you will deafen your ears and not hear. If I say another name you will be deaf to what I'm saying and not hear anything. It won't be important unless I say your name. I will not be talking to you unless is say your name you will not hear a single word." Then he checked them again for several minutes while the minds did the job he had told them to do. Then his heart jumped and his pulse raced steadily as his hands began to move off his lap. His right hand reaching toward Mary, his left hand reaching toward Julie. "Julie?" he began with her first. "You can believe now that you want to willingly accept and obey everything I say to you ... without question and without doubt ... believing everything I say to you ... is perfect natural ... and right and correct in every way ... in order to have your secret and most private needs met ... and satisfied in every way ... which is why you came ... and what you really want. Isn't that true?" James watched Julie closely. Her head slowly nodded. "Ye..es." she mumbled into her chest. He smiled. Then he repeated the same words to Mary in exactly the same way and the watched her just as closely. "Yes." she said dreamily, nodding her head. "Julie? Stand up carefully now, take off every bit of clothing you are wearing, and then sit back down so that you're very comfortable. Do you understand?" "Yes." Julie nodded. She realised that she couldn't have her secret needs met if she had her clothes on. She knew that. Slowly she rose up from the chair, knowing she would have undressed anyway in a moment or two, when she'd thought of it. And she knew she would have. She reached behind her back and undid the zipper of her dress, sliding it all the way down to her lower back. Then she slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her hands quickly found the clasp of her bra and released it, feeling really wonderful as her full, ripe young breasts fell loose and free. She could already feel the stiffening of her nipples. Her thumbs then hooked beneath the band of her white panties and dragged them down over her thighs. The inner heat she was feeling now in her lower belly was a familiar one, but this time, she would reach her goal. After stepping out of her underwear she sat back down in the chair, but more comfortably this time. Her neck had been straining the way she had been sitting before. Now her head was relaxed, but straight, and the heat was slowly working its way upward from the junction of her thighs to her breasts and nipples. She could feel them already simmering with expectation of the moment she had been waiting for, for so long. James was hard from the strip-tease show he had just witnessed at very close range. Julie's full, jutting breasts were a delight to rest his appreciative eyes upon. And the thick, black widow spider curled up at her apex just begged for his special attention. But for the moment it would have to wait. He had Mary stand up and undress next. Mary's breasts, although sagging just a little were still a sight to turn on any man who lay eyes upon them. When she peeled down her panties over her hips James received a beautiful eyeful of her bottom: two creamy cheeks of soft, white flesh with a deep, dark crease that would soon be receiving his fullest attention. When Mary sat back down in the recliner her lush, thick, curly bush attracted his instant attention and hardened him more than he thought would be possible. * "Julie?" he commanded her gently. "Spread your legs as widely as you comfortably can and the begin to gently masturbate." Julie's heart pounded against her ribs. It was beginning. She lifted her felt from the floor and moved them very widely apart, until she was comfortable. God, she felt sexy. Her soft fingers found her centre and dipped inside, and then began a circling motion over and up and down her crease. Her pleasure mounted rapidly. Her breathing was already sounding like panting to her own ears which made her feel even m ore sexy than she already did. "Mary? Bring your feet up to the chair and open your knees as widely as you can and then begin to masturbate." Mary heard him say it to her. She moved without even thinking about it. It had been so long. She drew her feet up and rested them on the edge of the soft, velvet chair. Then she widened her knees, feeling the gentle coolness invade her openness, heating her expectation of having her needs met so fully. Her hands knew exactly where to go to find the centre of her pleasure. Her long, slim fingers dipped very slowly and very deeply, then her right fingers continued their slow penetrating action while the fingers of her left hand began to circle her soft crease until she could hear her own soft moans slowly and gently escaping from her mouth. She felt hot and flushed with excitement and pleasure and knew from experience she was well on the way to going over the edge. James watched, feeling a little sad for a moment that women had to suffer so, simply because of the psychological restraints that society and their parents and peers placed in their minds as the grew to sexual maturity. No woman should have to suffer the aloneness of being unfulfilled, he thought. It simply wasn't fair when their were so many men and so many ways to develop and fulfill that aloneness. "Julie?" he said softly to her. "Stop what you're doing and pay the same attention to your breasts and nipples. I'll finish what you started now, while you just enjoy." Almost immediately he continued. "Mary? Stop what you're doing and pay attention to your breasts. "I'll finish what you started while you just enjoy." James saw both women carry our his instructions instantly and reached out with his hands going in opposite directions for both of them. * Julie's breasts felt wonderful in her gentle hands. Her nipples were stiff and hard ans stinging. They felt full as if she had milk in , but she knew that wasn't possible. Her heart hammered against her rib cage. Her pulse throbbed in each nipple and in the depth of her soft, swollen crease. She sucked in her breath rapidly when she felt the warmth and solidarity of something began to gently slide up and down her wet aching wet cleft, then sighed loudly as she welcomed the waves of pleasure that torched upward instantly from the touch of another person's hand. Mary had never felt happier. Her breasts had always felt nice and full to her own touch. All the men she'd ever allowed to make love to her, including her ex had told her what sexy breasts she had. She moaned deeply the instant she felt the warm fingers begin to paint her crease with invisible paint, stroking gently up and down, from the depths of darkness between her buttocks, to the throbbing, flaming shaft of her swollen jewel of pleasure. She moaned again as the warm fingers began to circle her and dip gently inside her in a rhythmic action. Her buttocks relaxed and her thighs widened their acceptance of the incredible waves of pleasure and rapture that were rapidly racing her mind, her senses, and her burning body all the way to the top of passion's mountain. Mary closed her eyes tightly in readiness for the blissful fall from the top she knew she was about to fall from. James worked the gentle fingers of both his hands methodically and yet lovingly on the warm, wet creases of both mother and daughter at the same time. He could see they were both only seconds away from reaching their peak. They were both moaning deeply and panting fast, and as their hips and buttocks lost control and began to jerk and convulse uncontrollably he deepened his grasp on the centre of them both and took firm hold of each of their swollen jewels between his fingers and thumbs and squeezed, in gentle, but repetitive grasps of pressure. That did it for both of them, yet he relentlessly kept up the alternating pressure of his gentle pressure-squeezing as they both writhed against his sensuous actions on their most private core. Julie's senses deserted her when she felt her most secret place grasped quite firmly. She heaved upward without conscious thoughts of her actions. Her consciousness of who she was and what world she actually lived in deserted her completely when she felt the constant squeezing of her most secret place begin. She felt her hips begin to shudder beyond her own control, yet knowing they were her hips and buttocks that danced to the tune of her own happening pleasure. Julie opened her mouth to scream her rapture to whatever world she was in, but no sound passed over her swollen lips. Her breasts flamed, with each nipple singing its torching sensations to the angels in the heaven she was sure she was in. Her loins exploded again and again, over and over, wave after burning wave in a volcano of absolutely incredible sensations that ran torrid flames of pleasure relentlessly and repeatedly up and down her spine, which continued and flamed again and again with each squeeze she experienced on her writhing and twisting volcano's erupting core. The floodgates of Julie's inner pent-up passion and private undiscovered, but always felt raw lust opened and closed repeatedly, emptying their sensually toxic wine and slick nectar, cooling her overheated young channel of fire. Julie crushed her own young breasts in her now, not-so-gentle hands, twisting them, pulling them away from herself, grasping each burning nipple and merging it into the flesh of her own tumultuous grasp, heightening unknowingly her elation sensing all pain as nothing but rapturous bliss and heaven-sent pleasure to the waiting receptors of her rapidly failing conscious mind. Then slowly, but surely, the myriad of beautiful, swirling colours of Julie's new world of rapture and heavenly bliss began to dim as she felt, rather than saw her own lights to that wonderful world go out and extinguish completely. As her consciousness slowly deserted her, all Julie could sense in her rapidly failing awareness was the warm and constant pressure on her private core. Her last thoughts of lucidity before her world went completely dark was of the relentless, repetitive, and absolutely glorious pressure she could feel over her whole body at the same time. The pressure...the pressure..the pressure...... Unaware of her daughter's situation Mary knew she had lost control. She felt herself fall off the high mountain of her own rapturous pleasure with the very first squeeze of her flesh. After that she had not stopped falling. She tumbled in her mind, over and over as wave after wave os burning heat and pressure enveloped her mind and senses completely. Mary knew not where she was, or what time in her life she had reached. Mary only knew her body was on fire, being torched again and again, over and over with each squeeze of her throbbing, slick flesh, spinning crazily out of control and not caring. She existed only in each blissful and consummate moment of pressure and nowhere else. She was aware of the uncontrollable actions of her hips and thighs, and knew she was only along for the ride. Her mind sang with the heavens above as the waves of burning heat and fire burned into each and every nerve in her spine, from the depths of her flaming buttocks to the stem of her mindless mind. Mary's inner dam burst, flooding her flesh from within, over and over, like the tides of no return. She groaned in her own voice that she didn't even recognise. Her vision beneath her tightly closed eyelids began to go grey. And it was at that point, with her own hands wringing the fire from each of her breasts and nipples that Mary knew, somewhere in the dark recesses of her remaining awareness that she was about to faint from her sensual and very personal euphoria. And then, suddenly, as if someone turned out her lights, she simply did exactly that, falling rapidly into the warm, dark depths of her inner existence. There existed a slight mist in James' eyes as he held the women firmly, watching each lose their battle to remain conscious for the last time, each losing the battle, yet winning their own individual war for release from themselves and their daily world of restrictions as they saw it moment by moment. He blinked, and then smiled warmly at them both, one after the other, then slowly released the now-gentle grasp he had between the warm, wet crease of both. For several moments in time he simply sat there gazing lovingly at them, wondering what their dreams of that very moment would be, and knowing in his heart that wherever they found themselves, they were sure to be happy. He reached down to the tissue box and gently cleaned between the thighs of both mother and daughter, from the depths of their buttocks to the base of each swollen shaft of womanhood he had held so lovingly and so nurturingly for them both in their conscious absence. Then he rose and placed the tissues in the wastebin which lay out of sight from his patients in his small kitchen. He returned to sit comfortably between them once again, smiling a smile he knew they would each be feeling in the depths of their comforting dreams. He readied his mind for their return to a world he believed they would now, both be much more happy existing and living in from this moment forward in time. "Julie?" he said softly, yet firmly. "Open your eyes, but remain fast asleep. Get dressed now and compose yourself. Do your hair and go to the kitchen and freshen your eyes, but not your f ace." James watched as she did exactly what she had been told to do. In ten minutes she sat upright beside him looking as she did when she had first sat down there. Then he repeated the exact same wording to Mary, who rose lazily, but did exactly as she'd been told also. He looked at both, one after the other, carefully scrutinising each of them for anything that could be construed as different in their appearance since arriving that morning. He saw nothing. "Julie?" he began her awakening. "Listen now to each word I say. You will awake in moment, remembering nothing consciously of what you have experienced. You will not want to consciously remember, because that way, your memories will always come to you in your dreams, so you can remember then and enjoy them over and over again. Do you understand?" "Yes." Julie answered dreamily, with a sleepy smile on her face. "You will awake to a different view of the world and of yourself as a woman. You will be aware of yourself in every way as a privately sensual woman from this point onward and willingly seek the excitement and adventure, through studies and socialising, interacting with all amiably and cooperatively, including your mother, in whatever you find yourself doing or thinking at the time. You will take your happiness wherever you may find it and remember to care for yourself, your mind with its schooling, your body with its health and growth, and your reputation as a woman and your mother's only daughter at all times. And you will be happy and content, knowing that the woman you have been waiting for to arrive in your mind and body has now fully come to you in every way, exactly as you always dreamed she would. Do you understand?" "Yes." Julie answered a little more clearly. "When I count to three and snap my fingers, you will feel such a freshness about yourself, such a newness, it will be hard not for you to smile, and keep smiling at your newfound happiness for as long as the feeling remains within you. Do you understand?" "Yes." She heard herself say. Julie felt reborn. She felt her back straighten and her chin lift. She was different. She could feel it, and she knew it now. She really knew it. She had now become a woman, in every way. James smiled as he noticed Julie's stance change. "Mary?" he began with her now. "In a few moments, I am going to count to three and snap my fingers. When I do that you will find yourself instantly awake, feeling as if your mind and body have just been washed clean and crystal clear in a cool mountain stream. You will feel healthy and happy, better than you've felt for a very long time. You will awake with a different attitude toward yourself and all others, including your daughter, accepting her now for the woman you know she will become in the fullness of her time, just as you have now discovered that same woman within you. You will be lonely no longer and will seek to form new friends with the awareness of your new sensuality brimming within you at all times, yet always retaining the respect for yourself that you would want your daughter to develop for herself." Mary heard each word and new they were true. Something inside her had changed. She could feel it already. She realised then that it was she who could determine her happiness and not leave it in the hands of known or unknown others. She smiled. James smiled again, as he always did just before he woke them up, and, as he always would in the future. He liked his job. Of that there was no doubt whatsoever in his mind, or regarding the ethics of how he went about that job. He hurt no-one and helped many. And his reasoning had not changed in many years-happiness was everybody's god-given birthright, and everybody had a right to access it within themselves, or be helped, knowingly or unknowingly to achieve the same desired result. He gazed at the looks on their faces, different to when they had first come in. They were different, and they had him to thank. And sadly, they would never know-not while they were awake that is. He grinned as he took his booking notepad out of his pocket for when they would tell him they were coming to see him next. "One...Alert and fresh.......Two...Feeling very healthy and very happy.....Three!" Another Happy Ending (by Mesmer) HYPNOSIS/MIND-CONTROL "PANIC ATTACK - THE CURE!" (by Mesmer) (C) Chapter I He was a therapist of long-standing, having been psychoanalysing mainly distressed and neurotic women now for almost ten years. And, he was bored. All of his original well-intentioned values were still there, of course, but he had known for a long time it was time for him to move on. But to what he wasn't quite sure. He had researched everything that had ever interested him, including hypnosis and mind-control, and, although the prospect fascinated him he rarely had the opportunity, let alone the confidence to try any sort of experiment with any of his patients, in spite of all the books and published articles telling him that hypnotic amnesia was easily induced. A knock sounded on the door to his office. It would be Diane, he thought, as he glanced at his watch. he rose from behind his desk and walked to the door, opening it quickly and allowing Diane, a reasonably attractive dark-haired woman in her mid-forties to walk through and inside. He closed the door and returned to his desk, watching her as she sat down in the chair opposite him. "How can I help you Diane?" he asked, allowing his gaze to take in her obviously distressed state. "I'm having ... panic attacks." she said hesitantly, then lowered her eyes to stare idly at his desk. Yes, she was, he thought, recognizing all of the classic signs of severe and acute anxiety. This shouldn't take long, he decided, not really wanting to know her history, knowing he could fix her problem and brighten up her other-wise depressing day. He decided to get straight into it. Then he stopped himself in mid-thought, not sure whether it was his own slight depression at his future direction, or the look of sheer helplessness on Diane's face as she sat opposite him and just continued staring at the desk in front of him. Diane wasn't sure she had done the right thing in coming to a therapist. She knew she wasn't crazy, but she also knew she might be if she didn't somehow get rid of these damn panic attacks. They caused her to freeze, sure that something disastrous was about to happen if she didn't just stop dead in her tracks and wait for it to pass. But it had started to become a little embarrassing in the supermarket of late. Her friend had suggested a therapist and this one had been the closest she had been able to find. "Diane." she heard him say to her. She looked up and into his eyes, forcing herself for some reason. Whenever she was having one of these attacks she just couldn't bring herself to look at anybody directly without a great deal of difficulty, and smiling was simply right out of the question. her face felt like it had been stretched taut over her bones and that to smile would surely cause it to crack. His eyes were warm and friendly. "I believe I can help you very quickly with hypnosis. Would you like to try?" he asked her. Hypnosis, Diane thought. Mind-control. That's all I need. What the hell, she then thought. She couldn't go on having these panic attacks. her life would just fade away completely. "If you think so." she replied. "I just want them to stop." So far so good, he thought as he opened his lap-top with the spiral program on it. He started the program and turned the computer screen to face Diane opposite him, noticing her eyes glance quickly down at it and then back at him. "Just relax and try to find the very centre of the spiral." he told her, watching her eyes drop quickly once again to the screen in front of her. "And notice how your breathing is already slowing as you watch the screen and try to find the centre. Diane did as she was told and tried to find the centre of the spiral. It was impossible. It didn't have one. Every line of inward-turning spiral just seem to disappear into nothing and be replaced by another which also disappeared into nothing. She did notice, however, that her breathing had slowed a little, just as he said it would. And she felt a little more relaxed than she had when she first arrived. "Just allow yourself to take time out." he told her smoothly, warmly. "Allowing yourself to just keep gazing at the centre wherever you try to see it and you'll soon feel the weight of your own body on the chair and when you feel the weight of your own body on the chair you'll know you're becoming more and more hypnotized as you feel the relaxation washing over you from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. Diane did as she was told and soon she really did notice how heavy she felt in the chair. Her arms and legs felt as heavy as lead. And her thighs and buttocks felt huge and weighty. She still hadn't been able to find the centre of the spiral, but she was feeling more and more relaxed with each passing second. he had a nice voice, but strangely it now seemed a little softer, as if it was coming from far away somewhere. She thought about that, wondering why she felt that since he was only sitting opposite her over the desk, or was he. She didn't care. She was now fascinated with trying to find the centre of the spiral. He could tell by the deeply relaxed look of her facial features she was slipping into trance quickly and easily. Her eyes had taken on a glazed look as she stared at the screen. Next step, he decided, gaining a little confidence from her going to trance so easily. "As you become more and more deeply hypnotized and very relaxed," he began. "Don't be surprised if your eyes just want to close all by themselves so they can be and feel as relaxed as the rest of your mind and body are starting to feel right now." Diane's eyes closed immediately, much to her surprise. She could still hear his voice, but it sounded even further away and very soft, almost like a whisper. She continued to look through her eyelids at the imaginary centre she hadn't been able to find, feeling her mind and body relaxing more and more with each passing second. She felt good, she decided. Maybe there was something to this hypnosis business after all. He stared hard at her countenance. She had obeyed every suggestion he'd given her so far. For some reason he felt himself twitch and stir, and his pulse quickened slightly. "You are now beginning to feel better than you have for a very long time, Diane." he told her. "So relaxed and so calm. And you haven't had a terrifying thought since you came in. And the more you allow yourself to just keep drifting downward in your own mind and body with each word I say the more better you'll begin to feel like you are feeling already, only twice as deeply relaxed and calm and peaceful without a care in the world as if you'd taken a handful of Valium that were just coursing through your bloodstream and relaxing every tiny muscle in your mind and your body where you are now feeling so relaxed you couldn't even be bothered to try and think of a single thought except how soothing my voice is when you hear each word and allow it to take to even more deeply into hypnosis than you are right now." Diane could feel herself losing it to the sound of his voice and the very relaxing feeling throughout her mind and her body. She began to drift in and out occasionally. His voice would sometimes seem loud and then soft, alternating between the two. It began to fascinate her as she became more and more aware that everything he was saying was coming true as he said it. She felt like she was slipping slowly down inside a long, soft tube of safety and protection where nothing could get her or harm her or upset her anymore. He fought to keep his voice calm, in spite of his racing pulse as he watched Diane go deeper and deeper into trance. She sat slumped in the chair with her head down almost to her chest. Her breathing was deep and steady. Her arms rested comfortably in her lap. It was time, he decided, to put into practice what he'd read in an article published by an Austrian psyche student about mind-control. "Now that you're feeling so trouble-free and so deeply hypnotized, Diane, you can already feel how nice it would be to be able to come here whenever you like, whenever you happen to be feeling stressed or just wanted to take time out for a little while if things were starting to get you down. That would be nice, wouldn't it?" Diane was immediately aware of her head nodding, but she couldn't recall consciously doing it herself. It seemed to do it on its own. She tried to talk and say yes but her throat and mouth seemed as dry as the Sahara desert. They just didn't seem to want to work so she simply stopped trying and concentrated once again on his voice. It seemed to be getting softer than ever. She strained to hear it and not miss a single word. It might be important. It was time, he decided. Tine to put her to the test and see if the psyche student was lying or not. "Diane, listen very carefully. I'm going to implant a trance key in to your subconscious mind that will allow you to come back to this wonderful feeling of peace and relaxation whenever you hear it. Whenever you need to get away. Would that be acceptable to you?" Again Diane felt her head nod and again she wondered why she couldn't recall doing it herself. "That's fine. You're doing perfectly." he soothed her reassuringly. "Your trance key will be the word, 'sleep time.' and whenever you hear the sound of my voice say those words your head will slump forward immediately onto your chest and you'll fall over the cliff and into the same deep relaxation you are feeling right now. No matter what you are doing or where you are you will go instantly back to this place, feeling only the deepest sense of peace of mind and relaxation you feel right now, and waiting patiently for the sound of my voice to tell you what to do next whenever you hear me say your trance key, 'sleep time.' Diane took it all in. It sounded like a great idea. A ready escape whenever things got too much for her. And when I awaken you in a few moments you will remember nothing of what I've told you during your trance because you want each and every suggestion I've placed in your subconscious mind to work toward your own good and to heal you so you can have control back over your life and you realize now that subconscious suggestions work best when you can't consciously remember them because you don't need two minds to remember the same things so you can forget easily what your subconscious mind will always remember what you will always forget. Isn't that true?" Everything he was telling her seemed to make an awful lot of sense as she drifted here and there trying to focus on his soft voice. It wasn't easy. It kept floating in and out of her hearing as if he was walking around the room away and apart from her. "When I count up to three and snap my fingers you'll find yourself coming instantly awake and feeling better and more refreshed and in control than you felt in a very long time. One...two...three." he said, and then snapped his fingers and waited. Diane heard the snap of his fingers, as if they were snapped in her ears. her eyelids flew open. She blinked a few times and looked at him as he sat opposite her at his desk. He wasn't somewhere else, she thought. He'd been there all the time. "How do you feel?" he asked her. She looked down at herself and stretched. She felt great. This hypnosis was really something. She intended to recommend it to her friends. In fact, she'd never felt better. She smiled widely at him in amazement. "I can't believe it!" she exclaimed happily. "I feel absolutely great!" He smiled inside and out, wondering why it had taken him so long to try hypnosis on a patient. "Sleep time." he said soothingly, and watched and waited. "Huh?" Diane said. "Sleep wha....ohhh." and suddenly she seemed to be transported to a wonderful, relaxing place. her body and mind soared as she relaxed back into a deep trance. He watched as her head slowly sank to her chest, smiling as widely as she had been only seconds before. "In a moment I'm going to wake you up again and ask you if you remember being hypnotized with the use of your trance key which your subconscious mind will always hear and you will always forget. You will not be able to remember being hypnotized a second time, and, in fact, you will think you've just woken up from your first trance with a feeling of familiarity, but that's all, and feeling even more wonderful than you have ever felt before. One...two...three..." and he again snapped his fingers and watched and waited. Diane's eyes snapped open a second after she heard the snap of his fingers. She blinked a few times and stretched, smiling widely as she did so. "How do you feel?" he asked. "I feel great!" she exclaimed. "I feel absolutely terrific!" And as she finished saying the words Diane felt strangely as if she'd only just said them. But she knew that couldn't be. She only just been woken up. Boy, she thought as she stared at him with a broad school-girl grin all over her face. This hypnosis really works. Then again Diane had the feeling that she'd only just thought that too, just a few moments ago. Then she shook her head, knowing she'd only just woken up. "What can you remember from your first trance?" he asked her quietly. Diane thought about it for a few minutes, but try as she might she could only remember how great it had been. How relaxing and peaceful she had felt the entire time he his voice had been fading in and out, because she'd had to concentrate really hard to hear him sometimes. "Your voice faded in and out a few times." she said to him. "I had to really concentrate to hear what you were saying sometimes. But other than that I can only remember feeling good. Feeling great, actually. This hypnosis really works, doesn't it?" He grinned inside and out. "Yes, Diane. It certainly does. He was as amazed as she was that it had worked so well. "Sleep time." he said softly her. "What?" she began. Then, " Ohhh...ye..es." and Diane felt her eyes close and head fall softly forward against her chest. Her mind seemed to fall over a cliff of some sort as she fell down and down into the most profoundly relaxing feeling of calm and tranquillity she had ever experienced in her life. She seemed to be floating outside her own body. She felt so light. As light as the air itself. She wanted to cry out for joy, but she couldn't get her mouth to work. It didn't matter. It was glorious. Absolutely wonderful. He watched and leaned forward as he saw her lips move, but he couldn't make out what she had mumbled. "I'm going to give you something to think about." she heard his soft voice say from somewhere far off in the distance. "You feel so wonderful right now because I've helped you feel that way, and I know you feel very happy. Isn't that true?" Diane felt her head nod again all by itself, just like it had before, but she agreed anyway. This man had definitely helped her, and god knows someone had to have or she would have gone around the bend. Yes. She was certainly grateful to him. That was for sure. "Diane, I want you to think about that fact that you can never again feel as wonderful as you do right now unless I alone allow you to feel that way by hypnotizing you because you can't do it for yourself. Isn't that true?" Diane thought about that for a few seconds. She guessed it was true. She certainly was no hypnotist. The thought of never feeling as wonderful as she did at that moment brought a feeling of sadness to her. No . She didn't want that. She wanted to feel like its whenever she wanted to. It was too good. It felt too wonderful. Her head nodded again and she agreed with her own gesture. "Then is stands to reason that you need me to allow you to experience the wonderful bliss you feel right now whenever you want to or need to. And that unless I agree to allow you to feel like this again, then you never will, without my help. Isn't that also true?" Diane's head nodded before she could even think about what he'd said. But she guessed she did need him in a kind of way she hadn't thought about before. Then he was right, she finally decided in her thoughts. Unless he agreed to it she could never experience the bliss she was feeling right now. But why would he not agree. "And unless you're a good girl I can't agree to allow you to feel like this again. That makes sense, doesn't it? That you have to be a good girl to get your reward of feeling like this again whenever you want to or need to? And then I can agree easily?" Diane had to admit that what he said to her, did, in fact, make sense. She felt her head nod again. How could she expect to feel like this if she wasn't a good girl. She always tried to be, all her life. And if she wanted him to agree to allow her to feel like this again then she would have to be a good girl. But that wouldn't be hard, she thought to herself as another wave of deep relaxation washed over her mind and body. She liked being a good girl anyway. Her mother had always told her that she had been the best of her three sisters. She had always been the most good girl of them all when they had been growing up. "Then I would like you to seriously consider that I am now like your master, and that unless I agree to hypnotize you again you will never again feel as wonderful as you do right now. And that as your master now you should seriously consider showing your master the proper respect by calling me 'Master' whenever you address me in the future whenever we are alone, just as naturally as can be, as if it were my name, because it is my name where you're concerned from now on if you ever want to feel again like you do right now. That would surely please me and I would most certainly agree then that you'd been a very good girl and certainly allow you to feel like you do right now whenever you wanted to or needed to. That makes sense. Doesn't it?" Diane pondered over what he'd said. Of course she would be a good girl and she wanted to feel like this again. Only he could make it happen so she guessed that did in fact make him her master. And if that was his name for her then it seemed only proper and right that she call him by his rightful name. And he was her master now and it wouldn't be right if she didn't. She wanted to be a good girl. Again her head slowly nodded. "And you won't even be aware that you are calling me by that special name, even when you say it because it will seem so natural because I am your master now, in every sense of the word. Aren't I, Diane?" Diane's head nodded before she even finished her thoughts. But he was right, anyway. He was her master now because he was the only one who could hypnotize her and make her feel like she did right now. And she always wanted to feel like this. And if he was her master now, which he was, then it was only natural she wouldn't be consciously aware of saying his name. She never wondered about anybody else's name when she spoke with them. Diane pondered over how interesting it felt to have a master. She'd never had one before. "I want you to seriously consider that if I am your master then you must be my slave who respects what her master can do for her whenever she needs looking after because god knows and you do too that you need looking after sometimes. Everyone does at times, even you. That's why it feels so nice now to have a master and to be the slave of one, so he can look after you whenever you need him to, by being a very good girl-slave. That must make sense to you Diane. Doesn't it make good sense to you?" Diane thought long and hard about what he'd said. A slave girl. Just like in the movies. But then again, he was her master now, she knew that. And if he was her master then she must be his slave. He was right about that. That did make sense. And she did need looking after. Everyone did at times, just like he said. But she was lucky now. She had a master who could make her feel like this anytime she wanted to or needed to. Her head nodded slowly in agreement. "That's fine, Diane. You're doing perfectly. You are a very good girl. A very good slave-girl. And you deserve a reward for being so good. When I snap my fingers you will feel instantly a wave of pleasure begin between your thighs and wash quickly up over your breasts, ending in an instantaneous orgasm, because you certainly have been a good slave girl. Haven't you? and you do deserve a reward for being good. Don't you?" An orgasm? Diane thought about that and smiled inwardly. That would be nice, She hadn't had one for a while. Could he really give me one just by snapping his fingers? Well he was her master, so, she guessed that means he could do anything he wanted to her and make her feel however he wanted to make her feel. Look at how wonderful he was making her feel right now. He snapped his fingers and watched and waited. He saw her take a deep breath, then sigh. Then her breathing became raggard and deeper as if she was making love and getting closer to her thresh-hold with each breath she took. She began to make little soft moans with her voice and her hands began pressing between her thighs in time with her breathing. As soon as she heard his fingers snap it seemed as if someone had began touching her between the legs. The feelings of sheer raw pleasure began to wash up and fan upward over her belly and breasts faster than she could count or think. Her mind began to race in the pleasure she was feeling in the moments of each one's arrival between her legs and ending up at her nipples which were now torching and aching for a release of some kind. Then suddenly, Diane's mind and body flamed from head to toe as her hypnotic orgasm seared a path up nd down her spine for several seconds before finally burning out and leaving her breathless. God, she thought, when it had passed completely. God! He couldn't be more pleased. he had watched a hypnotic-induced orgasm and it looked as if she really felt it and experienced it on every level in her mind and body. She had shook visibly as she had peaked in her pleasure, her head rolling from side to side as she'd moaned her rapture silently and softly. Her back had hunched and arched and her hands had pressed and rubbed furiously with the capping of her rapture. "That's fine, Diane. You're doing perfectly. And from now on that will be your reward every time for being a good slave girl. In a moment I'm going to wake you up and you will remember nothing of your trance or what has taken place. But you will remember who I am at all times in your mind as your master and you will address me naturally as such when we speak and be obedient and loyal. So loyal in fact that you will select only the girls or women you think would like and who would make good slave-girls to bring to me for their training, just like you've now finished and passed with flying colours which make me feel so proud of you that my heart feels like bursting. You will present them to me with whatever their problem is and ask if I can help them like I helped you. Then you will remain and watch as I train them, so they can be as good as you. That makes sense, doesn't it. That you be here and supervise their training since you are their leader as the head slave-girl. Doesn't it?" Diane felt wonderful. So wonderful she felt like crying. her master had given her the most wonderfully satisfying orgasm and had made her feel so wonderful. And now her was making her head slave-girl while he trained those she brought to him. It was the least she could do. besides, the thought of having her own girls felt somehow really good to her as her head nodded in agreement completely with everything he had said. "Very good, Diane. And because you are such a good slave-girl I will remove forever any more panic attacks from your mind and body. You simply will not have them as long as you allow me to be your master and remain my faithful, obedient and loyal slave-girl. Do you understand?" Diane understood completely. She never wanted those panic attacks to ever come back. What a good idea it had been to come to a therapist after all. What had she been so concerned about in coming in the first place. She would always be loyal to him and very obedient to be a good girl so he could give her more of what she'd already experienced. A warm feeling rushed over her body at the thought of her past orgasm She nodded her head. "One...two...three." and he snapped his fingers. watching her eyelids fly open and blink rapidly. Then she smiled as her eyes met his. "How do you feel?" he smiled warmly at her. Diane smiled. "Great master!" she answered immediately. "I've never felt better in my life!" For only a second Diane thought about his name. 'master.' Strange name, she wondered, but it sounded natural to her ears and seemed to just roll off her tongue. Besides, the way she was feeling he had made her feel, so maybe he was her master anyway, she figured. He decided to test her before dismissing her for the day. "Diane." he began, watching her eyes glue themselves to his lips. "You realize now that I am your master and I am your slave, and that you'll do everything and anything tell you to and be happy in the doing. Don't you?" He watched her smile fade and her eyes widen as she took in her words. Diane heard everything he'd said, but for some reason she wasn't offended or upset. Shaken she should be, but for some reason she wasn't. For some reason she knew he was right. She was his slave and he was her master. She didn't know why it all sounded so natural and right to her, but it did. And she knew she would do anything he asked her to do. Anything at all. That's what good slave-girls did-anything they were told, and, they were happy when they did it, otherwise they wouldn't be very good slave-girls and they wouldn't have a master for very long. "Yes, master." she answered him finally. he slowly let out the breath he'd been holding, feeling it leave silently thorough his teeth as he watched Diane, his first slave-girl sit and gaze passively at him from across the desk. His new direction. he'd found it. And there would be many more like Diane. She was only the first. "You may leave now Diane." he said to her softly with a smile. "I will expect a call from you in the very near future when you have selected our next new slave girl for training. Do you understand?" "Yes master." Diane heard herself say, thinking of just the right girl for their next slave-training. "I understand. I'll call you sooner than you think." And then she smiled as she stood up. He showed her out the door, then returned to his desk. He sat down and leaned back comfortably in his chair. Today Diane, he thought as his smile widened. Tomorrow and army of slave girls, He sighed. Someone had to be their master. It may as well be him. End Chapter I (to be continued) by Mesmer HYPNOSIS-MIND-CONTROL "THE NEW SHIRT" by Mesmer (C) Chapter One * * * "It seems very warm in here all of a sudden, don't you think?" he stated more than questioned the young teenager serving him in the clothes shop. She was the only attendant he had seen since he had entered ten minutes prior. The young girl looked from side to side, hesitated, then glanced up at the ceiling fans, unconsciously lifting her shirt away from her skin a little as she did so. "It always seems .. hot and humid .. to me whenever I'm .. inside a store ..for very long." he then followed up with, encouraged by her slight acceptance of his first suggestion. "Makes me .. feel tired, like .. wanting to curl up .. in bed and .. forget about everything .. for a little while." And with that said, he yawned, and then sighed. The girl still held the shirt she had been showing him before he had started on her with waking hypnosis, his next attempt at an induction with a person who didn't know they were having one. He noticed she fought very hard to stifle a yawn, and was encouraged some more. "Were you ... aahh.. interested in this shirt, or the other one?" she asked, making a conscious effort to get her sales pitch back on track. "This one seems okay." he replied, feeling the material in his hands and fingers. "It has light material. Not that .. heavy stuff that makes me .. feel even hotter than I do already whenever I'm .. inside a warm store; like the .. air is so warm when I breathe it into my lungs it makes me .. feel sleepy, and my .. eyes start to .. feel very heavy and .. wanting to close .. all by themselves." Again he casually noticed her pulling the material of her shirt away from her skin. The shirt she was wearing was a designer shirt made of heavy slub material. She blinked twice, and then a third time as she once more brought her concentration to bear on her sales pitch and held up the shirt once more in front of him. "Yes." she answered slowly, as if thinking of something else. "It's nice and light...the shirt, I mean. Would you like to try it on?" He looked directly into her eyes when he answered. "As long as you don't think that because I .. feel so hot and .. so tired and my eyes .. feel so heavy as if they .. want to close .. all by themselves and .. take time out, and I won't want to just .. curl up .. in the change room because it's even .. warmer and more comfortable in there and I just know my .. eyes are going to .. feel heavier and heavier because I .. feel like just relaxing completely .. and just .. letting go of everything and .. letting my mind drift down and down while I just .. take time out and .. go to sleep as my .. eyelids get heavier and heavier until they .. close all by themselves." He had spoken every word slowly and precisely, pausing when he felt he had to, and now watched as the shop assistant's gaze began to glaze slightly. He knew she was already in a light hypnotic trance. "It would .. feel so good," he said, " to .. just close your eyes and .. just take time out for just a little while in this heat where .. everything would be cool and .. comfortable and safe when you .. allow yourself to just .. let go completely and .. just relax your whole mind and body. Isn't that true?" The plain young teenager blinked very heavily a few times and appeared to be trying to focus her gaze on something. "Uhhh. Yes. Ahh..I..I guess so." she answered slowly. "And if you knew .. it was alright to do that because .. you had been given permission and that .. everything would be alright with the store then you'd certainly take advantage of having a .. short, relaxing sleep so you could .. feel fresh and alert when you woke up, not like .. you're feeling now, .. so hot and so tired, feeling as if at any moment .. your eyelids are going to become .. so heavy that no matter how hard you try to stop them from closing .. they'll just close anyway, all by themselves because they .. want to be relaxed and .. enjoy a short, .. relaxing sleep, just like you do because now .. you've got permission to do so and .. it's alright now to .. just let go completely and .. surrender to the heaviness in your arms and legs and thoughts and mind and eyelids and just .. allow them to close and .. not stop anything from happening just the way it wants to because you just .. couldn't be bothered because you're going to .. take a small nap while everything gets looked after for you while .. you just relax and let go, and allow your very heavy .. eyelids to close now, all by themselves." The girl's eyelids had closed before he'd finished speaking, but he had continued anyway to deepen her trance. She now just stood there, her arm holding out the shirt in front of her, slightly held upward, while the other hung limply by her side. Her head bent forward at a slight angle and her shoulders rose and fell gently as she breathed through her mouth. "It feels so good to be as relaxed as you feel. Isn't that true?" he stated slowly. "Ye.es." she answered hesitantly, swaying slightly as she spoke. "Now you feel cool again because you are so relaxed and peaceful. Isn't that true too?" he asked her. "Ummm." she replied, nodding slightly. He thought for a moment about what to try with her in relation to experimenting, now that he had proven to himself that he could do what he had. But how deep was she? That was the question. Time to find out, he decided. "Wouldn't it feel so much nicer and fresher if you showered before you had your little sleep that you now have permission to have and get rid of all that sticky uncomfortable sweat that just seems to want to cling to your skin and your body in all the wrong places and make you feel so uncomfortable that you just feel yuk and sticky and sweaty and downright uncomfortable?" "Ugh. Ye..es." she replied, pulling a face and pulling her shirt away from her chest and holding it away. "You could give me that shirt in your hand to hold, if you like, while you get ready to take a shower before your cool and very refreshing and relaxing sleep after you give me that shirt to hold while you get ready and take your shower to make yourself all clean and fresh for your relaxing and refreshing sleep after you remove all those hot and sticky and very sweaty and uncomfortable clothes and just drop them on the floor beside you because I'll pick them up for you piece by piece as you feel yourself wanting very much to just get rid of them once and for all from your body so they can't make you feel so awful and sticky and sweaty and uncomfortable anymore. Isn't that true?" "Yes." she answered dreamily, fiddling with her shirt. "Do it ... now!" he stated as a command, to see if she was deep enough to accept a direct suggestion. The young teenager stiffened slightly at the change of tone in his voice. Then, to his surprise, she handed him the shirt and began unbuttoning her own with both hands, dropping it onto the floor beside her when she'd undone all the buttons and slid it quickly off her shoulders. She wore a white bra and her breasts filled each cup to overflowing. Then quickly the girl unzipped her dress and allowed it to drop to her ankles, whereupon she stepped out of it. Next she unhook her bra and dropped it also, then quickly slid her panties down over her hips and thighs and stepped out of them also. She now stood completely naked beside him. "It feels good for a change to have someone else tell you what to do and what to think. Isn't that true?" he asked her. She was silent for about thirty seconds before finally answering. "Yes." she replied slowly. "And you do feel very peaceful and relaxed and very calm and safe because you know everything is happening just as it wants to and it's so easy to just let it be that way so you don't have to do a thing because I'll take care of everything for you while you just relax and go deeper and deeper to sleep and awaken feeling very refreshed and alert when I snap my fingers. Isn't that true?" "Yes." came the slow reply. "And are you happy to feel as relaxed and calm and safe the way you do now?" "Yes." she answered. "And does it feel good to just let me do all the thinking for you, so you can just continue to allow your mind and your body to relax and sink deeper and more deeply into your special sleep where you can just let me do all the thinking for you while you just go along with everything and simply do as I suggest so you can really and truly enjoy your special sleep and get the most out of it?" "Yes." she repeated, swaying slightly. "And wouldn't it be wonderful if you had some kind of a special trance key that you could use and just go instantly back down in your mind and feel the deep and peaceful relaxation and mental and physical calmness that you feel right now whenever you heard me say your special trance key so that you could drop and stop whatever you were doing and just close your eyes instantly and go straight back down to being asleep, deeply asleep like you are now and again let me do all the thinking for you and not remember anything I told you, you didn't remember?" "Yes." came the slow reply after a few seconds. "Well you can make up your own very special word that I can use as your special trance key that will take you down to your deep and special trance whenever you hear me say it. Isn't that what you want?" "Yes." she answered. He decided she was deep enough to resume his normal tone of voice. "Then you can take a few moments and tell me what special word I can use that whenever I say it you will want to stop what you're doing and allow your eyes to close and go deeply, deeply into your trance state where you are right now and listen only to the sound of my voice while I do all the thinking for you as you take time out to enjoy your special sleep, now that you've been given permission to have it, and just tell me that special trance key when you decide." He watched in silence, frozen like a statue while the girl went through her mental choices for a trance key. "Bunny." she said softly with a smile. "That's fine." he told her. "You're doing perfectly. And now that you've chosen your own special trance key, you can use it every time you hear me say it and go instantly to sleep with your eyes closed and your mind in neutral like it is now and feel so good and so relaxed and safe and warm and calm. Is that how you'd like your special trance key to affect you so you can really enjoy it every time you use it and hear it?" "Yes." she said softly. "When I snap my fingers you will become instantly awake. You will notice that you have no clothes on and simply look at me, wondering how your clothes got from your body to the floor without you knowing it. Then, when I say your special trance key, 'Bunny,' you will allow it to have that magical, special effect on your mind and your body fall instantly into a deep sleep and forget you ever saw yourself without clothes on in front of me. Do you understand?" "One...two...three!" he said, and then snapped his fingers softly. The girl opened her eyes and blinked a few times, then looked down at her nakedness. Her eyebrows flew to the top of her head as it spun on him, her gaze penetrating through his own, her face a mixture of shock and puzzlement. Her hands flew to cover herself as best she could. "Bunny!" he said suddenly to her as he held her gaze. Her eyebrows raised a little more on her forehead. "What?" she asked. Then slowly, and then quickly, they simply closed. The tension visibly left her body as her shoulders slumped and her arms dropped limply back to her sides as she sighed and began to breathe in a very relaxed fashion. "Deeper and more deeply. " he talked her down. "More and more deeply relaxed and safe and warm and calm." Her shoulders drooped even more so and her head bent forward slightly toward her chest. "No thinking whatsoever. Your mind is in neutral. Every thought I have is one you have. That's why I do the thinking for you while you just enjoy everything and go along and enjoy your special sleep where everything will feel so perfectly natural that you won't want to question anything or doubt anything because they'll all be your own thoughts because I'll be doing the thinking for you like you wanted me too so you can just enjoy everything I suggest. Isn't that true?" "Yes." she answered. "What is your name?" he asked her. "Margaret Johnson." she answered. "Do you have a nick-name that you only like your friends to call you?" "Yes." she said. "Ant. Anne is my middle name, but only my close friends know that." "Do you consider me to be your close friend?" "Yes." "Is it alright with you if I call you by your nick-name then?" "Yes." "That's fine, Ant." he told her softly. "Because I am your close friend now since I have been the only one in your life who has ever given you your own special trance key, and I am the only one who has ever made you feel like you do right now, so peaceful and so relaxed and safe and warm. Isn't that true?" "Yes." she replied. "And you wouldn't want me to take away your special trance key that will only work on you if I say it with my own voice and then you will never again have me for a close friend and will never in your whole life ever feel as relaxed and as peaceful and as relaxed as you do right now. Isn't that true?" He saw a small tear run down her cheek and stop at the corner of her mouth. "Well, you can know that I'll never ever do that, take away your special trance key and leave you all alone to face the world all by yourself, the one that you thought up all by yourself and that only has the effect it does on you when you hear it said with my voice only. Is that what you want?" Yes." she answered with another tear as a full stop to her sentence. It followed the previous one and stopped at the corner of her mouth to join it. "Then whatever I tell you to feel, you will feel, and whatever I tell you to experience, you will experience, and whatever I tell you to see and to hear, you will see and you will hear, with every sense of feeling you have in your mind and body. Isn't that true?" "Yes." came the answer. "That's fine. You're doing perfectly. From this point on you will refer to me as 'Master' because I am your master now since I hold the power of your trance key and no one else can use it. Isn't that true?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes ...master." she answered. "That's better. You're doing very well. And I will always reward you when you do very well. Would you like me to do that? Reward you when you do very well?" "Yes." she said softly. He moved closed to her reached out with his right hand, extending the index and middle finger, brushing them lightly upward over her pubic hairs and just grazing the top of the soft flesh of her centre. "Is that a nice reward?" he asked. "Yes." she said. "Would you like me to keep giving you this reward or stop now?" he asked her. "Keep .. doing it." she said softly. And he did, stroking and sliding up and down her soft, warm crease until she began to sag at the knees as her passion built quickly. Her breathing became raggard and panting as she approached her climax. He increased the pressure of his fingers between the soft folds of her sexual lips, then grasped the firm, tiny bud of her clitoris between his finger and thumb, holding it firmly. "Ooohh!" the girl gasped, sucking in a deep breath then sighing it out loudly as it left through her lips. "You'll have a climax soon. Isn't that true?" "Yyeess." she breathed. "You will climax and explode inside your body like never before in the next thirty seconds and when you do I will squeeze your clitoris very firmly but you will feel only the most intense and rapturous pleasure you've ever experienced in your life and you will always remember how intense this orgasm was for you and can know that I can allow you induce that same intense and pleasurable orgasm in any part of your body I want to at any time. Would you like me to be able to do that?" "Oooohhh yes!" she panted as he squeezed again and again on the very jewel of her firm, throbbing centre. "Then you may come ... now!" he said, waited a few seconds until her breathing deepened and her back arched. Then he squeezed very, very hard on the soft yet firm piece of female anatomy he grasped so tightly between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips jerked uncontrollably as he held her by her gyrating centre. She groaned loudly as her orgasm flamed up and down her body from head to toe. She buckled at the knees but he went down with her as her knees took her weight on the floor. And still he continued to squeeze her tiny, pulsing centre, her face contorting with rapture over and over again as he continued to squeeze her jewel mercilessly. Her forehead glistened with the sweat of her labour and her rapidly expending pleasure. Then finally he stopped squeezing and released her centre back to herself. "Oooohohhhh!" she moaned as he let her go. Then he watched and waited while her breathing returned to normal. When it did he smiled. "Was that a nice reward for being a good little girl?" he asked. "Yes!" she answered in a long, drawn-out sigh. "Yes, what?" he asked sternly. "Yes ... master." she replied. "And if I am your master to you, then what are you to me?" he asked. "Your ... your ... slave." she answered hesitantly. "That's right." he said. "And does that make you happy to be my slave so I can be your master and allow you to have such intense and pleasurable orgasms like you've just experienced?" "Yes ... master." she answered. "And you are happy and very willing to be my slave and think of yourself as such and do everything a slave would normally do for her master? Anything at all?" he asked. "Yes master." she said without hesitation this time. "That's fine. You're doing perfectly. "Now quickly get dressed. Now!" he ordered her. He watched as she quickly dressed herself, then stood quietly beside him. Her breathing had returned to normal, and, apart from her face being a little flushed from her rapturous orgasm she looked none the worse for wear after her induction into bondage. "How do you feel now, Ant?" he asked her. "I feel great, master." she answered softly. "And are you happy with everything that's happened?" "Yes, master." "You know you can't remember any of this consciously, don't you?" "Yes, master." she said a little sadly. "But you will remember always in your subconscious mind, whenever I call you slave, or whenever I use your trance key. And you will feel a certain attraction for me, even though you can't remember any of this after I wake you up and will go out of your way to be extra nice to me. Do you understand clearly?" "Yes, master." "One ... two ... three!" he said, and then snapped his fingers. He still held the shirt he had been thinking of buying. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, then stretched like a lazy cat in the morning sunshine. "So, " he said as if nothing had happened. "Do you think this one will suit me?" She looked vacantly at him for a few seconds as if she hadn't heard him. Then she looked quickly down at the shirt in his hand and then back into his eyes. Then she smiled and shook her head. "It's not really your colour." she said. Wait here a minute. I've got another one in the back that's just come in. You'll love it, and it will suit your natural skin tone. Then she turned and disappeared through a doorway, returning after a few minutes holding a blue shirt in her hands and smiling. "This one you'll really like." she told him, beaming as if she'd discovered a secret for him and her. "Can I have it for nothing ... Ant?" he asked. The girl blinked a few times. Her eyes glazed slightly as she stared at him, and then cleared. "Yes ... mast ...er." she stammered, raising her eyebrows in wonderment at saying the word, 'master.' "Thank you. That's very kind of you." he answered. He followed her to the counter where she wrapped the shirt for him and handed it over. He took it smiling, and then left the store and his new slave until another day, knowing he'd never run out of new clothes, just like he had never run out of food, or cigarettes, or beer, or petrol for his car, or pizzas, or many other things that his hypnotic slaves willingly gave him whenever he happened to call and ask at their place of business. He walked casually over to his car, a gleaming new Porsche he had only had given to him an hour before visiting the shirt store. "It's a dirty job." he smiled to himself as he slid down behind the wheel of the flashy sports car and threw the new shirt on the seat beside him. "But somebody's got to do it." Then he started the engine and drove toward the other side of town and his home. He wanted to show his landlady his new car and new shirt. It was the least he could do since she had given him twelve months free board and food at the condominium where he had stayed since arriving in town a little over a year ago. After pulling into his own driveway that he used to park another car that had been given to him, he took a little black book out of the glove box, along with a pen and began to write. 'Number 425.' he wrote. 'Margaret (Ant) Johnson-Shirt store.' Then he got out of his new car and walked smiling toward the attractive redhead who was already walking toward him, and smiling just as widely as he was. End Chapter One. * * * HYPNOSIS-MIND-CONTROL "SIBLING LOVE" (by Mesmer) (C) Chapter I I'd finally finished. Working on it after work each day for a week to finally get it to sound like what I thought was perfection it was finally ready to test on someone. Everybody was out of the house. Mom and Dad and driven to my aunt's place for the day and night, leaving only Jodie and I home alone to entertain ourselves. Jody was my nineteen year old sister. She was a student nurse at the local hospital. I worked as a cadet journalist for the local paper. I hurried downstairs from my room to the lounge. I wanted to hear what the tape sounded like through headphones on a really good stereo-tape deck, not like the cheap brand I used to make it. Jody was over at a friend's place and I had the whole place to myself. I placed the tape into the deck and plugged in the expensive headphones. The ear-muffs were covered in velvet and were terrifically comfortable on my ears. I loved using them. It was a forty five minute tape with every minute used up with the project. I turned it on and settled down to listen, bunching a few cushions under my head to relax even further. Then, wouldn't you know it, nature wasn't just calling, it was screaming. Damn! I rewound the tape and threw the headphones off. Then went upstairs to the toilet. After satisfying my bodily needs I suddenly felt sticky. I had been working on the tape for three hours that morning and hadn't yet had my morning shower. Since I was up there I decided to. That way I'd be clean and fresh and could relax even more while I gave my tape the final listening-to assessment. Then I'd finally feel happy and confident about trying it out on someone. I had no idea who. Maybe one of Jody's friends, somehow. I pondered about that all through having my shower. I was still thinking about it when I walked back downstairs to the lounge to listen to the tape, but reaching the entrance to the room I stopped dead. My heart leaped into my mouth with my heart instantly thumping against my rib-cage. There was Jody, my sister, flat on her back on the floor, resting in amongst my cushions, with the headphones on and listening to my tape. For a few seconds I just stood there, mentally and physically numb with shock and panic. I figured she must have listened to a fair bit of it. I'd been gone almost an hour since leaving to go to the toilet, but I didn't know what time she'd come home, or really, how long she'd been lying there listening to it. I couldn't see her face. It was turned away from me and facing the wall. God. My mind raced. What was I going to do. Now my own sister would know what a deviate she had for a brother, making a hypnotic tape to seduce girls. Oh, the shame of it. I'd never live it down, and, knowing Jody the way I did, she'd never let me live it down. All I could do now was wait. It would give me time to try and think up some kind of believable excuse for making the tape in the first place. Maybe I could say it was a project for a course I was thinking of taking in the future. Maybe a psyche course or something like that. Damn! What a pity Jody was so smart. She'd never believe it. Never! I went to the kitchen and made myself a drink of chocolate while I waited for the tape to finish. She couldn't have much more to go now. Must be almost finished. Then I could simply face the music and hope she didn't want to tell Mom and Dad. Maybe she'd be happy with just blackmailing me for the next twenty years or so. I drank my drink with an impending disaster looming in my mind that was growing larger by the passing second as I imagined my sister listening to everything I'd said on the tape. I could feel myself blushing from head to toe. I'd never be able to look her in the face again. Oh, the shame of it all. The shame of it all, I thought as I drained the glass and rose to walk slowly back to the lounge and cop my punishment like a man. When I reached the doorway Jody was still lying flat on her back on the floor and in amongst the cushions, but the headphones were no longer on her head. She seemed to be just looking up at the ceiling and thinking. I took a deep breath and gathered the courage I knew in my heart I didn't have, then I walked into the lounge room to face the music. "I didn't hear you come home." I said to her as I walked into the room toward her. She turned her head lazily to look at me. Her eyes seemed tired and half-asleep. Probably from the relaxing music, I thought, as I sat down on the floor sheep-faced beside her. Her eyes hadn't left me, still with that dreamy look about them. "You look tired." I said with a half-smile of concern, trying to soften the blows I knew she'd fly off with any minute about her debauched brother. Jody blinked a couple of times. "I ... I ..err. Yes. I.. Must be, I think." she stammered a bit. "I wasn't earlier when I came home from Anne's. Must have been lying down here, I guess." She turned her head away from looking at me. I had been granted a reprieve. She must have something on her mind, I thought, thanking my lucky stars - a temporary stay of execution. "Have a fight with Anne?" I asked, probing. She turned back to face me. Her eyes still had that vacant look about them, as if I'd interrupted her sleep. "No. We didn't fight. Why do you ask?" she answered. "You seem kind of quiet." I said, noting she seemed to be having trouble fixing her gaze on me. "Mmmm." was her only dreamy reply. "Maybe I'm still tired from the dance last night. It was a late night, I guess. Think I'll go up and lie down for a little while." And with that she got up slowly and walked out of the room, leaving me speechless. She hadn't mentioned the tape at all. I glanced at the tape deck. Maybe she put one of her own tapes in the deck and put mine somewhere else. Quickly I checked the tape deck. No. My tape was the one she'd definitely listened to - all forty-five minutes of it. Then slowly, I lay down where she had been lying and began to think about what I'd said on the tape. It began with a hypnotic induction using internally-focussed awareness and visualisation, starting from the top of the head and finishing at the toes. Then it deepened the trance by taking an escalator down to the count of fifty, each count down relaxing the listener even more deeply than the level before. Then the tape went on the introduce a trance key to make it easier to complete an induction much more quickly in the future, and then went on about compliance without question and faith without doubt for quite a few repetitions. I'd finished the tape with several repetitions of not being able to remember anything heard on the tape, only awakening with a feeling of sleepiness and well-being throughout mind and body. I shut my eyes, not for a moment believing what my mind and senses were trying to convince me of from that moment onward-that I had successfully hypnotized my own sister. God! I couldn't believe it! It wasn't possible! Surely! Ha! It worked! It worked! My mind soared as I grinned from ear to ear. It had worked, or otherwise why wasn't I mincemeat beneath my sister's scathing verbal attack on what she'd just listened to for forty-five minutes non-stop? My mind raced as to what to do next. I had to test her. Try out the trance key. I got up quickly and hurried upstairs to Jody's room. The door was closed. I stood with my ear pressed against the door, but could hear nothing. Gently I opened it and saw Jody lying on the bed, still fully dressed. Her eyes were closed. She was lying on her back with her arms resting across her stomach. Her feet were crossed at the ankles. I stood there peering through her door watching her for several minutes. I could see the gentle, even rise and fall of her breasts. They weren't a bad size. In fact, as I looked at my sister, sort of for the first time, I realised my sister wasn't bad all over. I'd never really thought about her in a sexual way before. I guess being my sister and all. I wondered then if she was sleeping or just checking out the insides of her eyelids as she lay there thinking about something. My pulse was still racing and my heart? Well, it was just beating wildy, thumping against my rib-cage as if it was trying to get out. I decided to gather the courage I didn't have and go in. I had to find out if the tape had worked on her in any way. The door squeaked a bit, but she didn't move a muscle. "You awake, Jode?" I asked softly. Her eyes opened to half as I walked over to the side of her bed. She focussed on my face and eyes, but her own eyes remained at half-mast. "Yeah." she answered dreamily. "I just feel sort of lazy, but not tired." I forced myself to take a long, slow breath as I prepared to find the courage from somewhere to try the trance key and see what happened. Her gaze had returned to staring vacantly at the ceiling. "Mind if I sit down for a while?" I asked her, sitting down anyway beside her on her bed. She turned her head to face me and half-smiled. "Okay." She replied dreamily. "If you like." I spoke while she was still looking at me without thinking. "Sleep time." "Huh" she said as her eyes widened a bit. My heart raced. "Sleep time." I repeated slowly. Then, to my amazement, while she continued to look at me, her eyes closed down shut and she took a deep breath and sighed loudly, relaxing back down into the pillow as if she was settling in for the night. I let out the rest of the breath I'd been holding with a long, slow hiss between my teeth. My senses soared. I was elated and excited at the same time. And for some reason I was stirring in the loins. Quickly I forgot about my thickening. Too excited about the fact that my tape had seemed to work on my own sister. Thoughts and ideas flooded into my conscious mind as I looked at my sister sleeping deeply in a hypnotic sleep. Or at least I hoped she was. "Can you hear me, Jody?" I tested her. "Ye..es." she answered dreamily. Her lips remained parted after she'd answered me. "Are you sleeping?" I probed. "No." she said. "How do you feel?" I asked, my tension mounting by the second. "Good." she replied simply. I gathered my courage. "Are you thinking about anything?" "No." my sister said. Now for the biggie. "Are you hypnotised?" "Yes." she answered, and my heart soared. "Are you sure?" I pressed. "Yes. I think so." she said. "What does that mean?" I pressed again. I had to know. "I have to accept without question and in faith without doubt, everything you suggest to me." she said. I nearly fell off the edge of the bed. "And do you want to?" I pressed again. "Yes." she answered. "I think so." "Why?" I asked her. "Because if I do I'll feel really good inside." she replied. "And is that how you want to feel?" I asked again. "Yes." "And everything you hear will seem as your own idea and you'll think all of your ideas that I suggest to you are good ideas that you will want to do so you can feel really good inside?" I pressed as I drove home the main message on the tape. "Yes." she answered. I relaxed and shut up. I was amazed and speechless. Everything on the tape had worked perfectly. Perfectly! I had hypnotised my sister perfectly. She wanted to do anything I might suggest to her, think it was her idea so she could feel good, and then do it without question and without doubt. And then forget everything that happened. "Will you remember anything after you wake up?" I asked her. "No." she answered. "My subconscious will remember everything, so I don't have to." Perfect! Everything was perfect! I couldn't believe it! It was just too much! But there it was. Or rather, there she was, my own sister, a slave to my every command. My heart began to race faster than it had already been as various thoughts entered my conscious mind that had never entered there in any serious way before in my life. I took a breath, a deep one, feeling it shaking as it entered my mouth and lungs. I got up and shut the door, then returned to sit on the bed beside Jody and wondered what she was thinking. "What are you thinking?" I asked. "Nothing." she said. "What are you doing?" I asked again. "Waiting for you to suggest something for me to do, and resting." she said simply. God, I was going to die for sure. I was out of my tiny tree with excitement as suggestions by the dozen began to form in my mind. "Would you like me to suggest something for you to do?" I asked her. "Yes." she said simply. I drew breath deeply. "Then take your clothes off and be quick." I said with a release of breath and tension at the same time. Jody's hands moved quickly. Off came her tank top and her bra, and then her jeans and underwear, to lie absolutely naked on the bed in front of her brother having the time of life trying to even believe what was happening in front of his own eyes. I couldn't believe it. I was sitting there staring at the naked body of my nineteen year old sister. Her breasts were beautiful. Large brown nipples with even browner areolas. They were full and heavy, sagging a little to each side under their own weight. Her waist was solid, but tapered as it fanned out either side into her hips. And her thighs were centred by the bushiest, most sexiest thatch of lush, black, pubic hair I'd ever seen, not that I'd seen to many, apart from the books. It looked as soft as duck-down. I stared hard at her face. "Roll over and spread your legs." I ordered my sister. She did so immediately. Her backside was even more beautiful than I'd ever seen as well, anywhere. The black mass of hair showed clearly between her open thighs as I bent to stare in amazement. "Roll back onto your stomach." I said, watching her do so immediately. Then, "Do you like what I'm suggesting?" I asked. "Yes." she said. "Even though I'm your brother and you've got no clothes on in front of me?" "Yes." was all she said. "And you will do anything I suggest to you? Anything at all, without question and without doubt, as if it's your own idea and want to do it?" "Yes." "Sit up on the edge of the bed facing me." I told her. She did so. Her eyes were still closed. "Open your eyes but remain deeply hypnotised." I told her Her eyes opened to see me standing in front of her. I held my breath. "Unzip my zipper and take out my penis." I told her. My eyes almost rolled backwards in my head as her hands reached upward and unzipped my zipper. The touch of her fingers as they released my rampant hardness from its restrictive confines almost was more than a man could stand, but I held on. Her hands wrapped around my penis and waited. They felt hot. As hot as I was becoming by the passing second. Soon it would be too late. I drew breath deeply again. "These are all your ideas that you want to do. Is that true?" I asked her. "Yes." she answered, her eyes looking at what she held softly in her hands. "Put my penis into your mouth and suckle me while you tickle and squeeze my balls, and swallow every little bit." I ordered her. The feel of my own sister's mouth and tongue on my body nearly blew my mind before I blew my bolt. I sank deeply into her hot mouth. She began to suckle immediately: softly at first and then strongly. I groaned as she cupped my balls and started to squeeze. My hands went to the back of her head and held her tightly against me. She was taking me all the way down until her lips and mouth were meshed in with my pubic hairs. And then it was too late. My knees buckled as I held her tightly to me and emptied completely, again and again and again and again. And my sister Jody just continued to suckle me like an ice-cream cone until she had drained my body completely. I groaned loudly at the pleasure I had just received from my own sister's mouth. Slowly I withdrew my softening body from her mouth. Her hands still held it as well as my balls. I looked at her face and mouth. Not a drop. Her face was calm and relaxed. "Did you enjoy that?" I asked. "Yes." she answered. "Get dressed now, exactly as you were before." I told her, then watched as she quickly dressed herself. "Now you can go to sleep, Jody, and sleep deeply. You will not remember anything of what has happened here, just as you said. If you do happen to remember something, it will seem like a dream you've just had, and then you won't think of it again. Do you understand?" "Yes." she answered. I left her room and closed the door gently behind me. One last look showed my sister to be deeply sleeping. Her mouth was parted and her breathing was deep and even. I walked slowly downstairs, made myself a drink and settled down in a lounge chair to wait until she woke up. That would be the final test. God! I could still feel the warmth of her cocooning my body inside her mouth and emptying while she suckled me softly. Instantly I began to thicken. Jesus, I wanted to touch her, but I couldn't think about anything else except what she, my own sister had been doing to me in mind and body. I looked up at the doorway, completely taken by surprise at the sight greeting me. Jody was standing there looking, or staring at me, would be a better word. The look on her face was one of surprise. Then she smiled. "Hi!" she said brightly. "Hi!" I replied, my heart thumping again, waiting, not knowing what would happen next. "Must have fallen asleep." she said as she leaned lazily against the door jamb. "Want something to eat? I'll cook, as usual." Then she grinned widely. I hated cooking. "Okay." I answered. "That'd be great. Thanks, Jode." With that she straightened up and turned slowly, but not before looking back at me with a strange look on her face as she asked, "Would you like a cold drink first? I'm having one. I've got the strangest taste in my mouth." Then my sister Jody smiled in a funny way and disappeared from my sight, leaving me, her brother, to contemplate the impossible? The End Chapter I Chapter II While Jody was in the kitchen I had a few interesting thoughts about how to have some fun and really test the effect of the tape on her mind by seeing if she would follow post-hypnotic suggestions when she was awake. She came bouncing back into the lounge and handed me my drink of juice, then sat down in one of the other chairs. "Want to listen to a tape?" she asked. I almost choked on my drink. I spluttered for several seconds, orange juice running out of my nose. Jodie just laughed. Did she know? Had she been playing along with me all the time? Making a complete idiot out of me? "Are you okay?" she asked after a few seconds. "Ye..es." I managed. "I'll put some music on. I don't feel like watching T.V." she said, and got up and put on her favourite music tape. I couldn't help notice her giving me a funny look as she walked back to sit down in her chair. "What?" I asked, wiping the remainder of the juice off my chin. She smiled laughingly at me as she sat down heavily. "Nothing." she said, her smile fading. "Have a nice sleep?" I asked, changing the subject away from me. Jody turned to look at me over the rim of her orange juice, but her eyes weren't smiling. They were sort of deep and serious. "Had a strange dream, I think." she answered, her eyes taking on a far-away look while she tried to remember it. Then she looked back at me directly. "A strange dream." And then she quickly lowered her gaze and looked at the floor, tapping her foot to the beat of the music. I looked away from her and finished my orange drink, not very convinced about anything at that point, except that the orange juice tasted very good on my dry throat as I swallowed it down. I stretched my legs out and relaxed into the music, letting it carry me away with its driving melodies for a few moments before I was startled back to reality by a tap on my arm. It was Jody, holding out her hand for my empty glass. I looked directly into her eyes. "Sleep time." I said firmly. Her eyebrows arched and her eyes widened in surprise at what I'd said. "What? She asked, her brow furrowing. ' "Sleep time." I repeated, staring hard into her eyes. Then watched satisfied as her eyelids closed down and she visibly relaxed in front of me while she stood there. "Are you hypnotised again?" I asked, after waiting about a minute. "Yes." she answered. "When I awaken you, you will go and make us some dinner, and all the time you're making it you'll be noticing very strongly a very sexual connection with me that you've never noticed before that will seem perfectly comfortable for you, even if it is different to the way you usually think of me." I watched her face to see if there was any change whatsoever to what I was suggesting. There was none. "The feeling will grow in intensity all the while we're eating our dinner, with you becoming more and more sexually attracted to me as the evening goes on, until you can't stand it anymore without letting me know how you feel about me, and you will want to do something about it, but you will not be game to ask. So, you will somehow bring our conversation always around to sex and making love and take every opportunity to show me that you are turned on very strongly by my presence. You will try and think of a way to get me to make the advances toward you in a sexual manner, to which you will respond very strongly, and achieve what you wish, which is the two of making love tonight. Do you understand all of that?" "Yes." she replied. "Count up to three in your mind and forget everything you've just heard. You're subconscious will remember and allow you to think of every thought you are going to have from this moment onward as your own idea, from the minute you walk into the kitchen. Count up to three now." I instructed her. "Thanks Jode." I said when she opened her eyes, handing her my empty glass. "Huh?" she said, surprise in her eyes and on her face. "I..err...oh..That's okay. I'll...ahh...I'll get us some dinner. Okay?" "Sure. Thanks." I said, closing my eyes and tapping my fingers to the beat of the music, my heart thumping and my pulse racing. I could hear my own heartbeat and wondered why she couldn't. It sounded deafening to me. Dinner went off without a hitch. Jody kept glancing at me during the whole time, I pretended not to notice and made small talk about any rubbish I could think of. At one stage she seemed to be getting annoyed with me for prattling on about nothing. I helped her with the washing up and couldn't help noticing her arm or thigh brush against me somewhere as she put the dishes away and reached for different things. I'm sure she could have avoided me if she'd wanted to. I kept my attention focussed on what I was doing and ignored her touches completely. When we'd finished she left the kitchen saying she was going to have her shower, her face showing a mixture of concern, and seemingly deep in thought about something or other. I walked back into the lounge and sat down in my favourite chair, wondering what thoughts were going around in my sister's mind. I hadn't even thought about the right and wrong of what I was doing. I wasn't hurting her. In fact, I planned to do the opposite, and I knew she was on the pill. I settled down to listen to the tape that was on. When it finished I put one of my own into the deck and waited for her to come back down dressed in her pyjamas and an old robe like she always did. "Would you like a cold drink?" I heard her say, bringing my eyes open to the sight of her, not as I expected to see, but wearing a short nightie with no bra, and a see-through nightie at that. She was standing in front of me. Right in front of me. Her face was serious and she was blushing. "That would be nice. Thanks." I smiled at her. She smiled weakly back, and I could see some of the tension leave her face instantly as she smiled. Some of it. She was back quickly, holding my glass out for me to take, but before I could reach out and take it she leaned forward toward me and handed it right down to me. My gaze fell directly onto her breasts, easily seen as her nightie came open when she bent forward. Her breasts looked wonderful, Full and with pointed and stiff nipples. I looked up into her eyes after taking the glass she offered me and saw her still blushing. She looked quickly away and straightened up, then went to her chair and sat down with her own drink at her lips. I took a sip of my juice. Then, "Jody?" I said, turning to face her. "Hmm?" she answered. "Are you okay?" "I..ah .. yeah. Just feel a bit restless, I think. Sort of ...err...funny." she got out hesitatingly. "Okay. Just thought I'd ask." I said, then turned back to closing my eyes and listening to George Benson on the tape. He was my favourite. Slow and dreamy. Just the sort of mood I was in. As I sat there with my eyes closed I wondered what Jody was thinking, and more importantly, how she was feeling within herself. I had to admit I was certainly stirring in the depths of my own centre. "Sammy?" I heard her call softly above the music. "Huh?" "Ah..oh, nothing." I opened my eyes and turned to look at her, She was staring at the floor, sitting on her chair with her feet up on the lounge, her arms wrapped around her knees as if she was hugging herself. "What's the matter, Jode? " I asked in a concerned voice. "You seem restless or something." She turned her face to me. It was serious and a little flushed. "I don't know." she said with a sigh. "I've been having the most unusual thoughts and...ahhh ...feelings." "What kind of thoughts and feelings?" I probed. Jody looked away for a few seconds before finally turning back to face me with her answer. "About .. err .. sex." she got out with a sigh. "Aren't you and Billy getting on anymore?" I asked. Billy was her current boyfriend of two months. Jody was pretty choosy. Billy was lucky, I always thought. "No. Not about Billy. This isn't about me and Billy. It's about me and...ohhhh." she said and never finished as she turned away again and stared at the floor. "Well? Who then?" I pressed her, feeling a bit guilty about what I was doing all of a sudden. "I've been having thoughts about ... you and...and me." she said softly, keeping her gaze on the floor. "What?" I said, sounding surprised. Then I got up out of the chair and walked to stand in front of her, then sank down to my knees in front of her. "You've have been having thoughts about sex between ... you ...and me?" She nodded her head and closed her eyes. "I know how awful that must sound. You must think I'm a terrible sister, but I ... I ... I don't know why all of a sudden. But I do. And they're really strong." I reached up and unclasped her arms from around her knees. Her eyebrows arched, but she did not try and stop me. Then I gently pressed her knees apart, exposing her panties to my gaze. Then I looked her straight in the eye as I said, "Would you like me to touch you in your secret place, Jode?" Her eyes closed and she sighed. Then her head nodded slowly. Her eyes remained closed. I reached out with my right hand and slipped it under the band of her panties between her legs, feeling instantly the wetness and the warmth already waiting for me there. Jodie sucked in her breath in a little gasp as my finger circled slowly over her jewel. My left hand reached up and found her right breast soft to grasp and squeeze gently, bringing a small, soft moan from her open lips. But her eyes remained tightly closed. Her face relaxed and calm, but well and truly flushed. Her knees widened as she relaxed all over, feeling the action of my fingers change from her jewel to slowly penetrate her very slick channel to its very depth. "Oooohhhh.....Saaammmmyyyy." Jody moaned softly in a long, drawn-out sigh. "You like that?" I asked, squeezing her breast and pressing gently on her cervix at the back of her warm, wet channel. "OoohhhhJeeesssuussss." Came her answer as I pressed and squeezed at the same time. My sister's breathing turned to a panting kind of gasping as it deepened with my penetrations of her centre and squeezing of her other breast. Her lips parted widely and her tongue began to snake around them, moistening them. God she looked beautiful at that moment in time. "Jody?" I asked softly. Her eyes half-opened to look at me. They were deep and milky. "I want to kiss your lips." I said. She just nodded her head slowly and shifted her feet to the floor, widening her knees so that I could move between them. My fingers continued to move inside her slick core and my other hand remained cupping her left breast. Her eyes remained fixed on mine as I moved between her legs. Then, leaning further forward I brought my lips slowly down onto my sister's mouth, covering it completely. She sighed into my mouth as my tongue found and danced with hers. My excitement at what I was actually doing drove my pulse and heart into overdrive. I could feel Jody's heartbeat thumping wildly beneath my hand over her left breast. I timed the thrust of my tongue into her mouth with the sliding up inside her wet channel with my fingers. Then slowly I dragged them back out of her, rubbing them along the ridges on the side of her shaft. Jody groaned deeply into my throat, then suddenly threw her arms around me and squeezed the life out of me as she thrust her hips deeper onto my fingers. Then her hips jerked and convulsed beyond her control. She gasped loudly. "Oooohh! Ssaammmy! Oooh, God! Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhyyyeeeessssssss! OooohhyhhhhhhhhhJeeeeessssssuusss! Oooohhhyyeyeeessssssss!" she cried into my ear as her orgasm swept over her from head to toe, over and over again. I could feel her channel gripping me and letting me go, over and over again while she climaxed. Then she froze, held it for a few seconds, then collapsed against me, her breathing harsh and fast in my ear as she continued to hold me tightly. I held her close for several minutes, feeling my first real sense of sibling love in its essence. Then I slowly removed my hand from her breast and then slowly withdrew my fingers from her molten core. She moaned softly as I did so. "Look here." I said softly. As she opened her eyes to focus on me I brought my wet fingers to my lips and gently inserted them into my mouth, bringing them out again with smiling eyes. "I love you." I said softly. All the time she had watched intently as I cleaned her nectar from my fingers with my mouth, but when I told her what I was feeling in my heart at that point her eyes misted, then welled fully with tears that overflowed down her cheeks. She leaned forward and threw her arms around me, holding me and sniffing in my ear. My heart was swelling. My sister and I were really having a special moment at that point. "I love you too, Sammy. I just ... I just never realised.. how much before." she whispered hesitatingly into my ear. After a few more minutes of clinging to one another as if we were drowning I released her and myself from her grip, sat back on my haunches and smiled warmly at her. She smiled back at me. "Feel better now?" I said lovingly. Before I knew what was happening she launched herself off her chair and threw herself on top of me, hugging me fiercely and sniffing in my ear, telling me over and over that she loved me. I started hugging her back and rolled her over onto her back. Her lips found mine and we kissed more passionately than I had ever kissed a girl before in my life. Her tongue became ferocious as it twisted like a snake in my mouth, duelling my own at every turn. It was at that point in my relationship with my sister that the whole thing, for me, stopped being a game of experimentation. At that precise point in time I fell head over heels in love with my sister Jody. We sat up and removed each other's clothes slowly and deliberately until we were both naked. We kissed deeply as each piece of clothing had fallen away, and now we just sat and stared deeply into one another's eyes. What she saw I couldn't say, but what I saw would be enough to keep my love for her alive in my heart for the rest of my life. I sat back on my butt on the carpet and held out my hands to her. Her eyes fell to my groin and she smiled when she looked up again. She moved toward me and then straddled me, lowering herself slowly until my presence touched the wetness of her warm, furry apex. I moaned and she gasped. "Ohhh, Sammy." she breathed into my face. And then she lowered herself slowly downward onto my girth and length. "Aaaahhhhhh." she breathed and gasped at the same time as her capacity engulfed me fully until she was firmly settled, our pubic hair matting as one as she brought her legs and heels around my back and settled more comfortably on my lap. Her arms came up around my shoulders while my hands found her breasts and began to fondle them with feeling. "Ooohhh, Jodyyyy." I breathed as I closed my lips fully over her mouth while we sat in a sort of Tantric love position. We kissed long and deeply, her hips circling me, gently thrusting back and forth whenever she interrupted her circling motion, pressing her pubis against me for some soft friction of her jewel against my groin. Whenever she did that it would deepen my penetration of her, bringing a little gasp from her mouth and down into my throat as my length pressed gently against the neck of her womb and the back of her cervix. I wasn't in a position to thrust deeply, but it didn't matter. I was as deeply imbedded inside my own sisters body as was physically possible at that time. I could feel myself expanding as I approached my peak. At the same time her circling action increased, as did the interrupted thrusting action into my groin with her mons. Then I began leaning backwards and forwards as she continued to circle herself on that which she was so deeply and firmly impaled. Our mouths remained glued together, breathing as one as we each raced up pleasure's mountain together. Our breaths became pants and then gasps deep into each other's throat. Our bodies seemed to take on minds of their own as our hips rolled and rocked, circled and thrust, with each action taking away more and more of our conscious control until finally our arms were all that we consciously controlled. We held on tightly as our lower halves became one in their union of sibling loving. Faster and faster she circled on me. Faster and faster did I rock us back and forth, until finally, the compounding result of both our separate, yet unified motions of loins and internal joining tipped us over the edge of passion's mountain in one mind-blowing, flesh-gripping dive into the abyss of sibling pleasure. Jody screamed loudly into my throat, breaking her mouth from mine and clinging to me as if her life depended on it. Her fingernails sliced painful grooves into the muscled flesh of my back and shoulders as my hands found her fleshy buttocks and pulled her to me again and again and again and again. I groaned my release as I bit down into the soft, salty flesh of her shoulder, sinking my teeth deeply without knowing it, and hearing her cry of pain fall deafly onto my ears. Her buttocks became my hands as I crushed her groin to mine as it jerked with its own mind and action. Feeling myself emptying into my sisters belly over and over and over, pulsing and flooding her heated walls of capture while we held one another in love, allowing our lower halves now to love in the manner god intended, until finally, we both gasped together, and then sighed together as we eased off on the tightness of our grip on one another. And then finally we relaxed our grip altogether. We leaned away a little way and held each other's gaze. My eyes filled with tears as I saw the heart's love her gaze had for me. And then she leaned forward and hugged me tightly once again. As she did that I felt her insides move on me and then she hugged me from the inside as well. Then slowly she lifted herself off me and rose to her feet, smiled and walked away. I watched her buttocks go with my heart swelling with love and wondered if Id ever feel the same about other girls again. I lay back and groaned with exhaustion, suddenly feeling very tired, wishing I could allow her to remember everything we had felt toward one another during our loving, and not having to make her forget. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift., wondering if I'd ever be the same again in any way. I knew I loved my sister in a way now that perhaps was never intended I should, but I did, and that was that. My eyes filled with tears when I realised that she had only loved me in the manner she had because I had hypnotised her to feel that way about me. Then I sat up and angrily brushed away my tears of stupidity, knowing I was getting exactly what I deserved. Jody came back into the room then, padding across the carpet toward me and sitting down at my feet. She was till naked and she was still beautiful. I held her gaze in mine. Her eyes were deep and milky. "I...I love you, Jode." I managed to get out, a thick lump forming in my throat as I said it. Her eyes misted and glossed instantly as she smiled a half-smile. "I love you too, Sammy." she answered just as sincerely. "You know you're hypnotised, Jode. Don't you?" I confessed, holding her gaze. Her eyebrows arched for a minute, then relaxed as her smile widened. "I've always loved you, Sammy." she replied to my confession. "I've just never had the courage to express it before." I smiled then and so did she. "Sleep time." I told her softly. "What?" "Sleep time, Jode." I repeated a little more firmly, and then watched her eyes close shut as she relaxed from head to toe in front of my eyes. My heart was full and my throat only just agreed to comply with me as I took my sister through the forgetting routine. I had her go upstairs and shower, then dress in the nightwear she usually dressed in whenever she was in front of me. When she came back downstairs again I sat her back in her own chair and told her to wait and sleep while I showered and dressed in the way she usually saw me of a night time. When I returned downstairs she was sleeping peacefully in her chair, I walked over to her and sat down on the arm of her chair, resisting the urge to hold her one last, loving time in the manner I wanted. "You'll never remember this, Jody," I said to her softly. "but I love you with all my heart, and I always will. Your subconscious will remember though, and maybe, with time, it will allow your conscious mind to know about what we shared tonight, and maybe forgive me for loving you this way. Count yourself up from twenty now and when you reach twenty you'll be wide awake and feeling very good about your life in every way, forgetting everything that happened tonight and everything you felt and experienced. You'll feel wonderful, but a little tired and will excuse yourself and go upstairs to bed. When your head touches the pillow you'll fall into the deepest, most relaxing sleep you've ever had and wake up feeling absolutely terrific in the morning. All your old feelings toward me will return, thinking nothing more toward me than with the feelings of your brother that you've always had. Do it now Jody." I closed my eyes feigning sleep while she silently counted herself back up to full wakefulness. When she tapped me softly on the shoulders I opened my eyes slowly as if I'd been dozing. I smiled at her smiling face looking down at me. She stood beside my chair. "I'm feeling a bit tired Sammy." she said softly. "I'm going up to bed. See you in the morning. Okay?" I could have sworn I saw tears in her eyes, or maybe that was because I had tears in my own suddenly and couldn't see that well anyway. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, pretending to doze again. "Sure Jode. Good night. Sweet dreams." I answered dreamily. I waited about fifteen minutes or so before going up to bed myself. My parents would be home any time now and I didn't feel in the mood to hear about what a great time they had. Sleep was a long time coming to me that night, and when it finally did I dreamed of Jody, I swear, right through the night until I opened my eyes when the alarm went off at seven-thirty in the morning. Post Script All of that was ten years ago now. Jodie finished school and got married to Billy and had two kids, while I married a girl from out of town. I have two children of my own. The story did have a happy ending after all, contrary to what I might have thought after that first night we made love. Six weeks after that night it was my birthday. It had been a great day and I'd fallen into bed exhausted after the party had finished that my parents had let me have at our house. Jody had helped me clean up the mess, which had been a requirements of my parents for letting me have the party in the first place. After that we'd both gone to our respective bedrooms almost out of it with fatigue. I'd been in bed about ten minutes when a soft knock came on my door. The door opened and someone came in and closed the door. I sat up curious. Maybe it was Mum. It wasn't. It was Jodie. She climbed into bed with me and held me tightly to herself. She was naked. "I love you, Sammy." she whispered into my ear. "I remember everything. I remember everything, and I'll never forget. I love you with all my heart and soul." I never said a word. I couldn't. I could feel the warmth of her tears on my neck as my own eyes smarted instantly, taking me back down memory lane. I held her close to me for several long minutes, my heart just bursting with love for my sister who remembered and loved me just as she was, fully awake. I sought and found her eager, w arm lips and mouth waiting for me. And that was the way the story never ended. Jody and I meet once a year, not always at the same time, but always in the same manner. Somewhere, someplace, somehow, we always manage it. And it's always like the first time. Absolutely incredible and very beautiful and loving. And it's been like that now for the past ten years, every year. I'm happy to say that we still feel the same way about each other as we did on that very first night. We may not be right in the eyes of the rest of the world in our views on sibling love, or in what we do, or the way we love as brother and sister, but we're happy, and once a year we show and share that love for each other in the way we first learned how, thanks to a tape I'd made that had been intended for other women, but was never used again after that night. I still have it, but I don't think it will ever see the light of day again. A happy ending (by Mesmer) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----