The Apprentice Mesmerizer   (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, and the fact that she was using words that I didn't even know she 
knew, to describe what she and Paul did 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 and 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 
soon 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, there was also an air of innocence about her whenever she would 
look 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 clothes 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.
She then stood up, after setting the dial on the radio on her favorite station 
and she looked at me with a smile, not suspecting 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 was 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 that 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 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 was talking 
toward me 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. 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 in 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 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 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 would 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 
erection. 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? "

" Yes. We went for a walk a couple of hundred of feet away from the car 
and he then asked me to pee, as 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 would 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 is coating it. 
"

" 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 liking for men 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 should 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, 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 looked 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 always brought something for mother, and on this occasion he gave 
her a dress that seemed to pleased her greatly.

In the last year it occur 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 occur to me 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 off. 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 and 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, and 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 revealed a portion of her bra each time she raised 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, as 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 what  should I 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 over her thighs. I stopped for a while and I began 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 pulsating in appreciation to what my eyes 
were witnessing, and while I continued to admire the sight of her thighs, 
it began to pulsate against her ankles which were resting directly against 
the ever increasing bulge in my pants. 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 had 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 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 underwear. 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 would see her panties.

I paid attention to all the usually hidden details as I feasted my eyes on 
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 her panties. I 
could even see a small yellow stain in the exact center of her crotch,  I 
knew that it meant that she did wipe her cunt carefully after pissing.
Then under the elastic band of her right thigh, there was a short curl of 
brown hair, the sight of it made me feel extremely bawdy. I was actually 
looking at my sister's pubic hair.
It took plenty of willpower from my part to restrain my animal instinct 
which was urging me to glue my lips to the crotch of her panties. 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.

When my eyes rested on her upper thighs once again, 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 the side and the part of the cups 
covering 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 the  girls magazine. 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 weather 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 and 
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 if 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 in the few girls magazines I had seen were never pointed like that 
and those of Sandra had a provocative effect on me. 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 clothes, again this was a surprise to me 
since before this day, I had no idea how beautiful her bosom was.

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 the privates parts of her body could 
bring her out of her trance.

Instead, I made her stand up 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 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 then 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 lips pouting and waiting to be kiss. Shaking 
all over I slowly brought my head close to her 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 said 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 and 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 opened her mouth wider and the tip of her tongue began to slip 
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. Soon 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 asked 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 tinkling 
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 would 
have jump on her and fuck her brain out. I had to go very slow with her 
and she had to know before hand what was going to be asked of her, and 
even better 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 empty her bladders. 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 while I was reading as I sat directly opposite to mother who was 
sitting at one end of the sofa. I needed to stare into her eyes to initiate the 
process, and to make her look at me, I purposely dropped my book to 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 had now learned 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, after dinner and once the dishes were washed and 
dried 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 peed I told myself, and 
each time she did 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 would I have believed 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, after selecting a station with the 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.
As soon as I saw 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.

When I told her to sit on me, she immediately complied. As soon as her 
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 but 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 le and bawdy, the fact that I was 
drinking the saliva that her beautiful body had produced, and that now it 
was becoming part of my own body, 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 paced it on the soft, warm 
flesh of her left breast, I let it remain very still so as to get her used to my 
contact on 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.
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. Her breast was 
unbelievably  soft, so warm and also so spongy, as my fingers moved 
over her teat and 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 from 
her 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)