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Subject: {ASSM} The Apprentice Mesmerizer  part 2 (voy, incest, m/f, M/f, F/m)
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The Apprentice Mesmerizer
by Mandil


                                   PART 2 

The last day of school was a Thursday, mother was home when Sandra and
I got there at half past four. She had two more evening shifts to work
that week, and the following week she was to work on day shift from
eight to five.

I had made my mind to put Sandra in a trance that evening while mother
was working, I was dying to and ask her more questions. I knew that
questioning her about what she had done with Paul would make be feel
bawdy, more important still, the fact that she was using words that I
didn't even know she knew, to describe what she and Paul had done
together, was very exiting to me.

After mother left for work, I helped her with the dishes, then we
settled ourselves in the living room so as to listened to the music on
the radio.

Usually, once the dishes were done we would do our homework, but we
were now free of that for the next couple of months.

I watched her as she bent in front of the radio and changed the
stations trying to get popular music.

Only a week earlier, I wouldn't have thought of her as sexy. But now
as I observed her round bottom, molded by her skirt while she was
bending, - mother always insisted that she wear a skirt, even around
the house - I tried to imagine how she would look wearing only her
under garments. This soon had the effect of triggering the beginning
of an erection, and I had to cross my legs so as to hide the bulge in
my pants.

Sandra was tall for her fourteen years of age. I realized now that she
was extremely beautiful. When her sensual lips smiles they revealed
her perfectly white and even teeth. She also had large brown eyes that
matched perfectly her shoulder brown hair. But more important still,
there was also that look of innocence about her whenever she would
stare at you.

But since last week I knew that she was far from being the innocent
girl that she appeared to be. As for her general appearance, her waist
was slim, but her hips were wider than what would be expected of a
girl of her age, and of course her generous breasts - mother always
made her wear loose clothing so as to hide her bosom - were the point
of focus of almost every boys in school.

As I continued to admire her bottom, I noticed for the first time that
it was full and seemed quite firm and also very inviting to the touch.

After setting the dial on the radio on her favorite station, she then
stood up. She looked at me with a smile, not suspecting in the least
what I was thinking. I then rested my eyes on her yellow sweater. Even
though it was a seize too large for her and was thus quite loose, I
could still see the twin mounts of her breasts stretching the
material. Until then I had never seen a pair of naked breasts, except
of course from pictures in magazines.

In my mind I tried to compare her bosom with those of the girls I saw
in school, I couldn't think of a single girl that even came close to
what she had in her sweater. How was it, I told myself that until
recently I had never noticed that? Probably because of the fact that
she was always in the house with me and as the old saying goes,
"because of the forest one can't see the trees"

So it must have been with my sister. Ever since I could remember, she
had always lived with us, therefore as she grew up I didn't notice the
gradual change in her. Not until I learned that she was being fondled
by Paul, did I realize how desirable she was.

She must have noticed that I had been watching her for a while now and
she suddenly asked me it there was something wrong. I was just
daydreaming I told her.

Then one of her favorite song was playing on the radio and she asked
me if I wanted to dance with her. I knew that with the erection that I
was trying to hide, she was sure to notice my state of excitement.

Even as she walked toward me with her arms outstretched in my
direction, I could feel my cock twitching. I had no other choice but
to refused, saying that I was not up to it. But she knew that I
usually liked to dance with her and I had never turned down such an
invitation before. She extended her hands toward me just the same, it
was her intention to pull me from the chair. What was I to do? There
were no doubts in my mind that she was going to notice my erection.

" Waskiso. " I suddenly said loudly. 

The smile on her lips immediately faded away and she stopped walking
toward me, instead she remained very still just a few feet away from
me. I got up and I went to lower the volume of the radio, loud sounds
could interfere with her hypnotized state. Next, I ordered her to
pretend that she was dancing with me as I sat back and watched her
performing.

As she moved back and forth in the middle of the living room, I began
to feel funny inside, all sorts of erotic thoughts came into my mind.

A couple of times, as she danced and swung around, her skirt went
above her knees and for a short instance I was able to get a glimpse
of her round thighs and her white panties.

Her sensuous swinging and wiggling was having a tremendous effect on
me. My hands began to sweat, my heart was beating much faster and most
of all, the erection in my pants was now painful.

Then, on the radio, another tune replaced the last one and she kept on
dancing. This was a much faster rhythm and as she kept on with the
music, her skirt went much higher and it did so more often. Half of
the time now, her white cotton panties were exposed to my eyes and I
couldn't get my eyes off her thighs, especially from the junction of
her legs where her cunt was covered only by the thin layer of her
panties.

I already knew that she always wore cotton panties, mother always
bought her those kinds. I had often seen them drying on the
clothesline, but it had never exited me then. But now that she was in
them, I was having trouble to control myself.

When I looked at her face I noticed that she was covered with
perspiration. It occurs to me that she had been dancing for quite a
while now and she could not stop unless I ordered her to do so. I told
her to go and sit in her usual upholstered chair and I went to sit on
the arm of the chair next to her.

She was breathing very fast, and I reminded myself to be careful in
the future about what I was going to order her to do.

The sight of her sweater stretching as she took air into her lungs
while at the same time the smell of the perspiration of her overheated
body had an exiting effect on me. I let her rest for a few minutes and
then I said to her,

" Sandra, do you like to dance? " 

" Yes I do. " 

" Next time I ask you to dance you must stop before you are exhausted.
"

She didn't answer so I figured that she had understood. 

" Now tell me, have you ever gone on a date with another boy beside
Paul? "

" No. " 

" When was the last time that you went with Paul? " 

" It was last week. " 

This was a surprise to me. I was certain that the last date with him
was over two months ago. Mother didn't want her to see him anymore,
since she had heard rumors about him. Beside he was now going out with
Pauline Clark, I saw them together all the time in school.

" I thought he was going out with Pauline. " 

" Yes, he is going out with her. " 

" Then explain to me how it is that you went out with him last week?
Beside you didn't go out of the house on a date in the last two
months. "

" He stopped me in the hall at school a month ago. He said that he had
something to tell me and he asked me to follow him. It was just at the
beginning of the lunch break and Pauline had gone home for lunch. We
went in his car and we drove to Meadow road where we used to go when
we were going steady. "

Since she had answered my question, she didn't elaborate any further. 

" Yes go on. " 

" He stopped the car and he said that he missed me. Then I let him
kiss me. "

" Yes, and what else did you do? " 

" He removed my blouse and bra and he kissed my breasts. " 

I got up from the arm of the chair and I went behind her to hide my
pulsating cock. My legs were shaking and that same thrilling sensation
took possession of my body. I just had to know what else Paul had done
to her, and what worried me most was the fact that I was now almost
hoping that she would tell me that he had fucked her.

" Tell me in every detail what the two of you did. " 

" I took his cock out of his pants and I jerked him for a while. " 

Here was another word I would have sworn that she knew nothing about. 

" He then removed his pants and he got completely naked. Then he asked
me to do the same. Once we were both naked, we went for a walk as we
held hand. "

" You both went out of the car without a stitch of clothing on you? " 

" Yes. We went for a walk a couple of hundred feet away from the car
and he asked me to pee. While I did so, he bent over and he watched me
closely. After than it was his turn to pee and as he did I held his
cock in my hand. We then returned to the car and he asked me to suck
him. "

" And did you do it? " 

" Yes, for a couple of minutes while he licked my cunt. Then he wanted
to fuck me but I refused to let him do this. "

" Why. " 

" I don't want to get pregnant. He told me that if I would let him
fuck me, he was going to break up with Pauline and go steady with me.
"

" And what did you say to this? " 

" I told him that we could do anything else except fuck, and even if
he didn't break up with Pauline I would always be willing to go and
park with him. But I could not fuck. "

" Then what happened? " 

" I sucked him until he came into my mouth. " 

" I suppose that you swallowed everything he poured into your mouth? "

" Of course I did. " 

" How often have you gone parking with him since then? " 

" Many times. About two or three times a week. " 

It then occurs to me that I seldom saw her during the noon break. No
wonder, I told myself, she goes out with Paul to suck him.

I remained very quiet for a long time as I stood behind her chair. I
knew that I was very close to discharging in my pants because of what
she had said. After a while I couldn't restrained myself longer, and I
opened the front of my pants and took my erection out. Four or five
shoves, back and forth was all it took before I began to fell a very
intense climax. I continued pumping my cock until the waves of
pleasure were replaced by a feeling of well being that took hold of my
whole body.

When at last I realized what I had done, it was only to discover that
the back of the chair was smeared with my cum and so was my hand.
Using my other hand I pushed my now limp cock back into my pants, then
I walked in front of Sandra and I paced my cum covered hand close to
her nose.

" Smell my hand Sandra and tell me if you can identify what you smell.
"

" Yes, I know what it is. It's the smell of spunk. " 

" You said before that you like the taste of it, well now is your
chance to indulge yourself. So why don't you lick my fingers? "

I placed my hand right in front of her face, without any hesitation
whatsoever, she bent her head, her tongue then went out of her mouth
and I watched her licking all the traces of the still whitish liquid.
Again my cock became extremely hard as I watched her cleaning my hand
with her tongue, as she kept on licking I shoved my other hand into my
pants and standing there in front of her I began to jerk myself again.

It took only a few seconds and once again I discharged in a maelstrom
of pleasure. Wiping as much cum as possible on the palm of my hand I
also place it on front of her face, I didn't have to tell her what she
was expected to do. As I watched her eagerly licking both hands, it
was evident to me that she had developed a taste for spunk.

I was about to pull her out of her trance when I noticed her cum
smeared chin and nose. I went to the kitchen and got a wet towel and I
wiped her face clean. When I returned to the living room she still had
the same blank look in her eyes as she waited for further instructions
from me. I would have like to make her undress and even fondle her but
I was too scared that she would get out of her trance while I was
doing this.

The prospect of being caught fondling her was too terrible for me to
even contemplate it, instead I got her out of her trance after telling
her that she was not to remember anything about what had happened in
the last hour.

She looked at me for a few seconds. For a while I thought that she
could actually remember what had just occurred. Then she said.

" What happened? I feel kind of strange. " 

" You were walking toward me to make me dance with you when all of a
sudden you fainted. I caught you in my arms and sat you in the chair.
"

She didn't say a word but she did look confused. I let her rest while
I went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. As soon as I
entered the living room, I looked at the clock in the corner and
realized that she had been under my control for well over an hour.
After drinking half of the water in the glass, she went to lie on the
couch and she felt asleep.

I was more than happy when the next morning she didn't say a word to
mother about her dizzy spell. I certainly didn't want mother to bring
her to see the doctor. At the time I wasn't sure if the doctor could
tell what I had done to her just by examining her.

The following evening I didn't put her into a trance even though I was
dying to know more about what she had done with Paul. I was still
afraid that she would mention her dizzy spell to mother.

At the beginning of the weekend we got the visit from Uncle Charles.
He was my father's brother. He was five or six years younger than
mother and he must have been about twenty-nine or thirty. He was
living in Moose Creek about sixty miles away, and he came to visit us
every other week.

I often wondered why he bothered to come at all. He didn't spend a lot
of time with us since he usually went back the following day, and when
he was at home he didn't talk to us very much, he usually spent his
time talking with mother. To me, leaving Moose Creek which was twenty
times larger than Maplelane and coming here, even for a day and night,
was beyond my comprehension. He would always bring something for
mother, and on this occasion he gave her a dress that seemed to
pleased her greatly.

In the last year it occured to me that he was trying to seduce mother.
She was only thirty-five and she was still very beautiful with a very
exiting figure. Her breasts were high and quite voluminous at the same
time. Her beautiful hair was always neatly combed and tied at the back
of her head making her look much younger than she was.

Before this, it had never entered my mind that a man might be
interested in mother. But now the more I thought about it, the more
convinced I became that Uncle Charles had a very special interest in
her.

But on the other hand I also knew that mother was a very scrupulous
woman, she always covered herself properly in front of us. Once her
blouse had become half unbuttoned, without her being aware of it, and
when she had bent over at the table in front of me, I had been able to
see a large portion of her bosom. It was at this time that I
discovered how firm her large breasts were.

There was nothing going on between them, of that I was sure. It was
probably not because of Uncle Charles lack of trying, but because of
mother's strict moral values.

If Sandra and I had not been there she might have conceded to his
advances, but because of us I supposed that she wanted to set a good
example. So Uncle Charles was without success with her, at least that
is what I thought.

My Uncle left on Sunday, then on Monday morning, mother went to work
at a quarter to eight. She drove the old Pontiac to Maplelane where
she worked, since she only had fifteen minutes to eat lunch, she never
bothered to come back home at noon. Instead she usually brought a
sandwich and ate at the Bell's company switch board office. We were
thus along at home until five.

After breakfast, I went into the barn like I did every morning so as
to feed the livestock and also to clean the stalls, while Sandra
finished her housework.

By eleven I was done, I went into the house and Sandra and I ate
quietly together. Then I helped her clean the table and wash the
dishes and we then went to sit in the living room. After a while we
had nothing to say and I began examining Sandra as she sat in her
favorite upholstered chair, knitting and listening to the radio.

The more I looked at her the better she appeared to me. She had a
straight thin nose that could by judged a little too long but it went
well with the rest of her beautiful face. Her extremely sensuous
looking lips were moving as she mumbled the words of the song they
were playing on the radio.

On that day she was wearing a blue skirt with small yellow and red
flowers printed on the material. Hiding her provocative breasts was a
sleeveless blouse that she wore only at home. Mother didn't let her
wear that blouse at school since it looked tight on her and also it
did revealed a portion of her bra each time she would raise her arms.

I was trying to imagine her sucking on Paul Tyson's cock while he was
squeezing her large breasts, these thoughts soon began to warm my
blood.

All of a sudden she raised her eyes and looked at me. She asked me why
I was staring at her. Instead of answering her, I got up and walked
toward the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of milk. Then from
the kitchen I said, " Waskino".

As I slowly walked back into the living room I was not too sure what
to expect. Sandra sat frozen, still in the act of knitting, but her
fingers were not moving.

I went to sit on the sofa close to her chair and I ordered her to come
and sit next to me. She did as I ordered and sat very straight,
looking ahead and nowhere in particular. I didn't know exactly what to
do or to say to her. While I was thinking, I felt the heat of her
thigh as she sat close to me, soon my cock began to react to the
closeness of her body.

" Sandra, you feel sleepy now. You will lie on you back next to me and
you will go to sleep until I awake you. "

She immediately reclined on her back and to my surprise she placed
both of her legs on my thighs. She was thus stretched very straight on
the sofa. Upon looking at her face, I saw that her eyes were closed
and her breathing was very regular, in all appearance she was asleep.

In my mind I began to debate as to what I should do next. It was my
intention to have a look at her naked body, but I was still afraid.

At last I found enough courage, I took the hem of her skirt and I
lifted it slowly up to her knees. Her legs were very straight and
without a hair on them. Slowly I continue lifting her skirt until it
was over her knees and halfway up her thighs. I stopped for a while
and I paused to enjoy the sight of her half-exposed round thighs.

She was not skinny, she was rather the athletic type, and above her
knees her skin was very white and seemed soft with no imperfection
whatsoever. I was dying to touch her soft looking skin, but I
restrained myself knowing fully well that the shock could awaken her.

In my pants, my cock was now twitching in appreciation to what my eyes
were witnessing. She had the heel of her foot almost directly onver my
cock,

I didn't dare to move, instead, I was quite contend to admire her. I
had seen her thighs a couple of times when we had gone swimming the
previous summer, but I hadn't bothered to observe her much on these
occasions. She had been only thirteen then ,and of course I didn't
know what I new now about her.

I needed to get up so as to expose more of her body. I told her to
raise her legs so as to permit me to get off from the sofa, to my
astonishment, she bent them at the knees and placed both of her feet
flat on the cushions next to me. In the process she thus lifted her
skirt and exposed all of her thighs as well as the crotch of her
panties.

My heart must have skip a couple of beats then as my whole body began
to tremble with lust at the erotic sight before my eyes. Right in
front of my eyes was her cunt, covered only by the thin material of
her white cotton panties. I could remembered that she had often begged
mother to buy her the more fashionable nylon panties in all sorts of
different colors. Mother always said that those fancy undergarments
were worn by unrespectable girls only. Beside, why should she followed
the fashion in this respect when nobody had buisness to see them.

I paid attention to all the usually hidden details as I feasted my
eyes on her upper thighs as well as her white panties. Her legs, being
bent and parted at the same time, were allowing me to see the back of
her thighs as well as the twin parallel lips of her cunt stretching
the material of the crotch of her panties. I could even see a small
yellow stain in the exact center, I knew that it meant that she hadn't
wipe her cunt carefully after pissing.

Then under the elastic band of her right thigh, I noticed a short curl
of brown hair. The sight of it almost made me cross over the edge of
an orgasm. I was actually looking at my sister's pubic hair. It took a
lot of willpower from my part to restrain my animal instinct which was
urging me to glue my lips to the junction of her legs. Instead

I reached over and with my longest finger and my thumb, I took hold of
the brown curl against her thigh. It felt silky to the touch, I was
tempted to get a pair of scissors and kept it as a souvenir, but again
I was afraid that she might notice the missing hairs later.

Again I focussed my eyes on her upper thighs, I was impressed by their
thickness, they were thicker than mine, - and also they looked much
softer - even though she was two years younger than me.

On sudden impulsion and without touching her, I got on my knees at the
foot of the sofa and I brought my head very close to her cunt, I then
proceeded to inhaled the womanly fragrance between her legs.

When I finally had enough, I got up and I told her to raise both of
her arms. It thus permitted me to see her bra in the opening of her
sleeveless blouse. I couldn't see much except her under arms and part
of the cups which covered the sides of her breasts, but it was enough
to kindle my desire to see more.

I carefully unfastened two buttons at the top of her blouse, then
three and finally all of them. When she lowered her arms, her blouse
pulled open completely at the front, and for the first time in my life
I was seeing my sister in her bra with her breasts half exposed.

Never would have I believed that my little sister would have had such
an exiting effect on me. Her bosom was even more attractive that any
of the half covered bosoms that I had seen in magazines. Her skin was
very white and the fact that she was lying on her back didn't prevent
them from sticking up thus revealing their firmness. They were
separated by a deep crack that became hidden by the front of her bra,
but still it gave me a preview of a perfect pair of teats.

For a while I debated in my mind as to whether I should order her to
unfasten her bra or not. Finally my lust to see more of her charms won
over and I gave her the command. Without any hesitation whatsoever,
she turned on her side and she reached behind her back with her hands
then she unhooked the small metal fastener at the back.

With another command from me she took off her blouse and finally her
bra. Then as though she was alone in her room, she stretched once
again on her back naked from the waist up.

For a full minute I couldn't get my eyes off her bosom. The sight of
her firm naked teats had a paralyzing effect on me. Later that night I
even tried to imagine what would have happened if someone had suddenly
entered the house at that moment.

The sight of her twin nipples pointing straight up fascinated me. I
felt an unexplainable attraction to the indecent, provocative and
magnificent erected morsels of flesh. Nipples of girls in the
magazines I had seen, were never pointed like that. The cone shaped
tips of each breast was pure perfection.

Then I began to pay attention to the two circular brown patches of
skin that surrounded each nipple. I could see many small pimples on
their surface, on closer inspection they revealed to be natural
pimples much like goose bumps, which I learned later in life were
common to most maidens.

Yes indeed, her teats were much bigger than what they seemed to be
when they were hidden by her clothing. Had I only known before how
beautiful her body was, I certainly would have try to seduce her.

At that moment, I would have given plenty to be able to touch them and
to shove my face in the valley between the twin half spheres, but I
dared not. For one thing I didn't know exactly just how deep in a
trance she was and also I feared that the shock of feeling my hands on
those privates parts of her body could bring her out of her trance.

Instead, I made her stand and walk around in the living room. Her
bosom swayed and bounded much to my surprise and pleasure. I then got
the idea of turning on the radio and making her dance to the music. At
first she just moved a little, and for a while I thought that she was
coming out of her trance, but gradually she did pick up the rhythm of
the music and she went on moving faster.

Her teats were bouncing up and down, sometimes they became pointed
then they were round, and all the time they seemed to be accompanying
the music. I let her dance for the next ten minutes then I told her to
sit next to me on the sofa.

She was now so close that her left breast was actually touching my arm
and I could feel its heat as well and the sponginess of the tender
flesh on my bare arm.

" Sandra, do you know who is now talking to you? " 

" Yes, you are Lawrence. " " Close your eyes. Now it is Paul that is
sitting next to you. "

" No, it's Lawrence. " 

I tried a couple of times to convinced her that I was Paul but she
wouldn't accept this. It was my intention to make her believe that she
was with Paul, so that if I was to touch her breasts she would believe
that Paul was doing it. I therefore tried something different.

" Do you like it when Paul kisses you? " 

" Yes, very much. " 

" Keep you eyes close and you will feel Paul kissing you. " 

She stood very still with her thick lips pouting and waiting to be
kiss. Shaking all over I slowly brought my head close to her face but
instead of kissing her on the lips I applied my lips lightly on her
cheek.

" Who just kissed you Sandra? " 

" You did. " 

It was hopeless. I then asked her if she had enjoyed the kiss that I
had given her.

" I can't say, it was too short and not on my lips. " 

" Do you want me to kiss you on your lips? " I had to get her willing
participation, otherwise, as it said in my book on hypnosis, the
subject could suddenly come out of his sleep-like trance. It explained
in the book that if a subject was forced to do something that he or
she would normally be very much against doing, there was a great
probability that he or she would pull out of his trance. It took her a
while to answer, but finally she replied.

" If you want too. " 

At least now I knew that my kissing her wouldn't be a shock to her
since she was expecting it. For the first time in my life I was going
to kiss a girl on the lips, I was scared.

Bending over her once again, I placed my lips smack on hers and held
them there for a few seconds.

" Was it nice? " 

" Yes, it was pleasant but it's much better when Paul kisses me. He
remains much longer on my lips, and then, he opens his mouth while I
also open mine. "

Was this an invitation to try this, I wasn't sure. So summing up my
courage I said,

" We will try again. " 

Once more I lowered my head and I applied my mouth to hers, then
gradually I felt her lips parting until her teeth were against my
lips. Next she gradually opened her mouth wider and the tip of her
tongue slowly slipped between my half closed lips. Like a ramping
serpent her tongue found its way deeper between my lips and soon it
was twisting in my mouth and curling against my own tongue. The warmth
of her breath and the exchange of saliva set the blood boiling in my
veins.

Then it was my turn to plunge my tongue into her mouth, and for a very
long time our lips remained glued together. Then all of a sudden I
felt both of her hand at the back of my head as she pulled me in a
tight grips while our mouths were still pressed against one another.
At last we had to stop since we were both out of breath. After a pause
in which I recovered my breath, I asked her,

" Well, did you enjoyed our kissing? " 

" Oh yes, it was wonderful. Let us kiss again. " 

Of course I couldn't refuse such an invitation, and for a few minutes
we again exchanged saliva while sucking on each others tongue and soon
both of our lips were cherry-red. When I looked at the clock, I was
amazed to discover that I had been ordering her and kissing her for
over an hour and since mother would soon be returning home I had to
get her out of her trance.

I told Sandra to get dress, but before awakening her I said to her, 

" Would you like it if we were to kiss again tomorrow? " 

" Yes I would like that very much. " 

" Will you remove your skirt then? " 

There was no way that I could force her to do this unless she at least
expected it, I was thus preparing her for what I intended to do the
following day. It did take her a while before she finally answered and
I was beginning to panic. What would happen if she was to say no? Was
she going to come out of my hypnotic grip then?

One thing was very clear, in my book they insisted that it was
impossible to make someone do things that they were completely opposed
to do. The subject had to at least - even in his subconscious mind -
expect what was going to happen to him. At last she answered.

" If you want me to do this, I will. " 

Her answer suddenly removed a burden from my shoulder and I then
experience a gratifying feeling of power as well as bawdiness. She was
going to remove her skirt and I knew that she was also going to
cooperate with me if I was to ask her to remove all of her clothes.

My prick was extremely hard in my pants and I had to do something. I
went behind the high back of the upholstered chair and I took my cock
out of my pants. It took a very short time and only a few dozens
strokes before I felt a strong climax that shook my body from my
curling toes to my tingling scalp.

Once again I collected as much spunk as possible with one hand and
after shoving my cock back into my pants with the other hand, I went
toward Sandra. I didn't even have to say a word to her. As soon as I
place my sperm coated hand in front of her face she eagerly began to
lick it clean.

As they had explained in my book on hypnotism, you can easily make
someone do things that are pleasant but if you give the subject an
order that goes against his nature or that causes pain to his body, it
could have very unpredictable effects on his remaining under control.
In other word a subject could be ordered to place his fingers in a
flame but he might not obey that command, and if he did, he most
certainly would wake up because of the pain. But on the other hand, if
you prepare him in advance by warning him what will happen once he
obey a command, he will be mentally prepared and there were less
chances of his getting out of the trance.

This is the reason I was being careful with Sandra, otherwise I
certainly would have jump on her and fuck her brain out. I had to go
very slow with her and she had to know in advance what was going to be
asked of her, and better still, she had to want it.

As soon as she was dressed, I told her to sit in her favorite chair
and to continue knitting. A few minutes later I got her out of her
trance, she barely seemed to notice that a long time had elapsed since
last she had been knitting. After a while she got up without saying a
word and she went to the bathroom to pee. On her way back she looked
at the clock and she couldn't believed how late it was.

Mother was due to be back at any minute now. To calm her, I told her
that she had fallen asleep while knitting.

Later that evening, I became curious to know if I could exert my power
on someone else beside Sandra. Since the only other person in the
house was mother, I made up my mind to try to hypnotize her also.

We were all in the living room after supper, mother and Sandra were
both knitting. I was reading while sitting directly opposite to mother
who was seated at one end of the sofa. I needed to stare into her eyes
to initiate the process. So as to make her look at me, I purposely
dropped my book on the floor.

The instant that she looked my way I stared into her eyes and I said
in a soft and even voice,

" You are sleepy, why don't you close your eyes? " 

She immediately did so. I then looked at Sandra, she had her eyes
closed also. They were both hypnotized. I was very surprise to
discover that it was possible for me to put them both in a trance at
the same time.

I was very pleased since I knew now that beside Sandra, I could also
induce mother to obey me, and more important still, I could now
hypnotize them when they were not expecting it. After a few minutes I
got them both out of their sleep by simply telling them that at the
count of three they were to resume knitting.

The following day, while Sandra and I were alone in the house, I once
more said Sandra's key word while she was in her usual chair in the
living room. Then I said to her,

" Sandra, you feel very warm, you must stand up and remove your
blouse. "

Her hand immediately went to the front of her white blouse and she
proceeded to undo the row of buttons. Then, very deliberately, while
looking straight ahead, she began to remove her blouse. Once she had
it off she just stood standing in her bra with her blouse in her
hands. I next ordered her to take her bra off.

I experienced a feeling of power as I watched her reach behind her
back so as to unhook her bra, it made me feel very good to see her do
those things that she otherwise would never do on her own. As soon as
her splendid breasts were exposed, she remained very still in the
middle of the room seemingly defiant and without any apparent traces
of modesty.

" Now Sandra, remove your skirt, as you said you would yesterday. " 

I couldn't say if I was pushing her too much or not, and I was
relieved when she complied with my command. In no time she was
standing before me in her white cotton panties only

I then noticed that they were the same panties,- with the half broken
elastic band around her right thigh - that she had been wearing the
previous day. I could also see the yellow circle right in the middle
of her crotch, but now it was a little larger than it had been
yesterday.

She doesn't wipe her cunt carefully when she pee I told myself. Each
time she does, a drop or two would soak into the material of her
panties.

I was hooked on her charms and I now knew that I would never get tired
of staring at her voluptuous body. Never in a thousand years would I
have imagined that my little sister could have such a superb body. No
wonder, I told myself, that Paul is constantly trying to get her in
his car so as to get her to strip naked, he certainly knew a beautiful
body when he saw one. Even with all his many experiences he had had
with girls, he was preferring Sandra over all the others.

As my eyes moved over her half naked body, I couldn't see one single
thing that I would want to change in her perfect forms. From her long
straight legs to her firm juicy teats she was perfection itself. Her
buttocks were very round with good size cheeks and as I examined her,
I began to feel the water starting to run at the corners of my mouth
while my cock was already twitching in my pants.

It was my intention to make her dance once again to the music of the
radio. So after selecting a station with music that I knew she liked,
I told her to dance. It thrilled me to the utmost to watch her almost
naked as she performed for me.

She was moving in perfect synchronization with the music and her
voluminous teats seemed to bounce with the rhythm. When she made a
spin I could see them actually lift as if they were defying gravity in
a most indecent and voluptuous manner.

When I noticed that she was getting a little tired, I went and sat in
the big chair and I told her to come toward me. The instant that she
was standing before me I took her hand in mine and I said to her.

" Would you mind to sit on my lap? " 

" No, I wouldn't mind. " She answer with the same soft and even voice.

As soon as I ordered her to sit on me, she immediately complied. Once
her round bottom was on my lap I felt the heat of her body through my
pants. I then told her to swing her legs over the wide arm of the
chair and I made her rest her back against my chest. One of my arms
was thus around her lower neck, while the hand of that same arm rested
over the side of her cotton panties. I could feel her soft thigh with
the tips of my fingers and all the time - without my being able to
control it - my cock was pushing against the crack of her bottom. I
knew that she could feel my impudent organ but she remained very
still.

" If you don't mind Sandra, I will kiss you. " I had already prepared
her for this the previous day and I felt sure she wouldn't mind.

She didn't answer, instead she turned her head toward me, then I
placed my lips on hers. She immediately opened her mouth and she
shoved her tongue deep into my mouth. Soon she was breathing faster
and her kisses became more passionate.

She was pouring mouthfuls of saliva into my mouth, sometimes I would
send it back to her, but more often than otherwise it trilled me to
swallow every drops of it. I became extremely lewd and bawdy, the fact
that I was drinking the saliva that her beautiful body had produced,
and knowing that now it was becoming part of my own body, was
thrilling me to the utmost. Tasting her saliva was like drinking a
precious wine and I didn't want to loose a drop of it.

When we finally stop kissing, we were both very exited and also
completely out of breath. I used this break to ask her a few
questions.

" When you kiss Paul, what does he do with his hands while kissing
you? "

" He fondle my breasts or rub my cunt. " 

" Do you want me to play with your breasts? " 

" If you wish. " 

But as she said this I distinctly noticed that she actually hesitated
before answering, I then knew that it had been a wise decision from my
part to go slowly with her. Had I rushed her too fast the first time I
got her into a trance, she would have surely come out of it. Even now
after long hours of being under my control, she was still reluctant to
submit to all of my wishes.

But the important thing now, was that she had given her consent and
she was willing to endure my hands on her bosom.

Very slowly, I raised one hand and I gently placed it on the soft,
warm flesh of her left breast, I let it remain there very still so as
to get her used to the contact with her breast. Of course I knew that
she was used to feel Paul's hands on her body, but now it was her
brother's hand touching her breast and I realized that for a second or
two, she had been undecided about allowing me to touch her there.

As soon as I figured that she was getting used to my hand, I gently
lifted her breast and I tried go guess its weight. I was surprised to
discover how heavy it was, at the same time it felt wonderfully
indecent to know that I was actually holding and bouncing my sister's
breast.

It was unbelievably soft, so warm and also so spongy, as my fingers
moved over her teat, I could actually feel her flesh bouncing back as
the pressure exerted by my fingers changed place. Soon one of my
fingers was on her nipple. As the other fingers joined the first in
exploring the fascinating nipple, I could feel it becoming harder by
the second, this almost caused my cock to erupt.

Suddenly she threw her arms around my neck and once again she glued
her lips against mine. We kissed for a long time while my hand
traveled all over her bosom and both of her breasts were squeezed and
lifted as we kissed.

So as to have better access to her teats, I then made her straddle me
with a knee on each side of my thighs while she was facing me. In this
manner we could kiss all we wanted and at the same time her breasts
were available to both of my hands as well as my mouth. When I could
no longer resist the urge to kiss her teats, I pulled my mouth away
from her lips and I lowered my head until I felt her left nipple
rubbing against my neck, then it was against my cheek. The next
instant the rubbery morsel of flesh was in my mouth as well as a
portion of her breast. I then threw both of my hands behind her back
and I pressed her breasts harder against my face as she cradled my
head into her arms.

I no longer could prevent my pulsating cock from pushing against her
bottom. My lust for her was so great, and I felt so lewd, that I was
actually marking her teats with my teeth, only her sharp cry of pain
made me realize that I was hurting her.

While sucking one breast then the other, I began to move my hands
against her back. Lower and lower I moved my hands until I had them
both over her buttocks. I then seized one cheek in each hand and I
began to squeeze, to pull, to pinch and to press the twin spheres of
her bottom cheeks. Then, without being able to control it, the surge
of a climax was upon me as the tide of pleasure invade my whole body
while the gushes of my discharge was released inside my pants.

When I got my senses back, I looked at the clock in the corner. To my
horror I saw that mother was already due to be back at any second. I
immediately ordered Sandra to get off my lap - she did so with evident
reluctance - and I ordered to get dress while I went to the window to
see if mother's car was approaching from the road. It wasn't coming
yet and I was greatly relieved. As soon as Sandra was completely
dressed, I got ready to awaken her, but I suddenly had an idea.

" Sandra you will not change panties until I tell you. " 

I then told her to sit in her chair and to sleep, she was ordered to
awaken in a couple of minutes after I had left the room. Five minutes
later mother arrived.

                                ( end of part 2 )
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