25 comments/ 265032 views/ 88 favorites Casey Hypnotizes Her Little Brother By: addieQ * Please note, the following story has graphic sexual content. If you are younger than 18, please do not read any further. * The subject of hypnosis has been on my mind so much since the testing we did in our psychology classes. I found that it was completely engrossing for me, to the point of obsession. I've been having good results with the other students acting as my patients. More than one person told me that I was quite gifted, like I had a natural skill. I don't know if that's true. Maybe it's because I'm the only girl in my college class, and all the boys seem to feel more open with me. Maybe it's because I have such a quiet squeaky voice, like a little girl, the other students just aren't intimidated by me, and that makes it all easier. I don't really know. What I do know is that I've been totally preoccupied with the subject for the last few weeks. The experience of hypnotizing other students in class has been so satisfying. I never expected it to so powerful. Anyway... Where to begin? Well, just so you understand me, who I am, there is a sort of nervous side to my personality, and I guess that's why I have been so drawn to psychology. Maybe it's my do some self-help work. It's odd; I can be really insecure about myself, especially my body -- and about boys. And I worry about other people, and their emotions, maybe too much. I think that a lot of the reason I'm drawn to the subject of hypnosis is to help people. But, I guess that I need help too. Here's my big news, my little brother Tim is back home as of yesterday. He's been away at a freshman at college for almost a whole year, and I've missed him terribly. He's my only sibling, and I've been so lonely without him. He's a year younger than I am, he just turned 18. I still live at home, and go to a college right here in town, but Tim had to move to go to college, the school gave him a full scholarship for swimming. My brother is an amazing athlete, and he has such a beautiful body. I'm surprised he acts so shy. I guess he's a lot like me, being shy and all. We've always had a super good relationship, ever since we were little kids. It's always been totally wonderful being around Tim. Tim has been so attentive and so kind to me. Especially since Mom died, and we were both so young when that happened. Right now my little brother and I are at the house alone. Dad is away for a week, and he trusted us to take care of ourselves. Both of us are really good kids, we don't have any desire for a party or staying out late. I'm a little bookish and quiet compared to any of the other girls I know at school. It's been a little bit awkward because Tim has been really quiet during his time home from college. He's been here at the house for just one day, but I can tell something is wrong. It took me all day to get the nerve up to ask him what was bothering him. We were both alone in the house, and with him acting really sad, the mood was so hushed that it just seemed unhealthy. It was getting kind of late when I finally asked him what was wrong. I just blurted out, "Tim, something's bothering you, what is it?" He didn't act surprised by directness, instead he calmly said, "I'm not sure, I've just been sort of gloomy lately." "I'm sorry, can I do anything to help?" "Oh Casey, I don't know, everything is sort of confusing for me right now." "You know I care about you." "I know you do." "Maybe - if you want - Maybe I can help." "How?" "Well, you know I'm studying to be a therapist, right?" "Casey - I know." "I've helped some people already, at the clinic at school." "That doesn't surprise me because you've got such a nice way with people, I am sure you'll do wonderfully - anyone would be lucky to work with you." "But - Can I help you?" "I guess so, if you want to." "I do. I've been working with some hypnosis techniques, and it's been so fascinating." "Really?" "Yeah, it's been a powerful form of therapy." I went on to explain how much I've gained by using hypnosis in the classroom setting, and how I've been doing it with other students as a way to test certain things. I still don't fully understand it, but it seems to work really well for some people. My brother asked, "So, you want to hypnotize me?" "I think it might help, you seem so tense, and it could calm things down, at least a little bit." Tim looked serious, and it was obvious he was thinking it over. For some reason, I felt like I needed to help him, and I was scared he would say no. He eventually asked, "What do you want me to do?" I said, "I want to help you to get into a very relaxed state. I want you as calm as possible. I can do this using some very simple voice commands. And, when you are calm, I can ask some questions." "What if you tell me to jump off the roof or something?" I laughed, "No silly, it doesn't work like that." "Do you really think you can help me?" "I want to try..." He smiled and said, "I'm all yours." I was so relived when he agreed, "Good, this is something I think I'm really good at, and I want to help." Tim told me, "Just so you know, part of me just wants to lay down and listen to your cute little voice." I giggled, "Tim, are you serious?" "Sure, I love your little baby voice." I wanted to protest, but it made me feel good to hear him say that. We went upstairs to my bedroom. I asked him to lie down on my bed, and I sat in the chair right next to the bed. I turned all the lights off except one, my bedside lamp. It gave of a warm gentle glow, and it seemed perfect. Tim got on my bed and lay down, with his head on my pillow. I told him to try and get comfortable. I leaned forward in the chair, right next to him, and began by asking a few questions. "Are you comfortable?" "Yes." "Can you close your eyes for me." "Okay." The beginning of the hypnotic induction was simpley me asking him to take some deep breaths as a way to relax. I started by saying, "Tim, I want you to inhale and exhale, deep and slowly." He said, "I though you were going to do this with your little-girl-voice?" I humored him and -- in my squeaky child voice -- said, "Please Timmy, can you take a deep breath, for me, pleeease?" He replied, "Oh God, if you talk like that -- I'll do anything!" I giggled and said, "C'mon, be serious." I spent the next half hour or so carefully describing some relaxation techniques. He was a wonderful patient, and I could tell he was sinking into a deep hypnotic trance. "You are perfectly safe, and anything you tell me will be completely fine." I knew he responded to my little baby voice, so I played it up a little, just to get him more relaxed. I talked like a little girl and said, "It will be our secret, so don't worry. I need you to be totally honest. Please." "Okay." "Please, tell me what's been bothering you." He calmly said, "I think its all stuff that happened with Annie, stuff that happened when we broke up." I had met Annie just once, when she came to our house over Christmas break. She seemed very sweet, and I could tell she adored my brother. "Go on." "I liked her - a LOT - and we were really happy, and everything seemed so nice..." And then he just stopped. I said, "Please, go on you can tell me." And he calmly said, "We were alone, and we were both naked on her bed, and she would touch me - she touched me..." This wasn't what I expected, but I cautiously asked, "Tim, how would she touch you?" "With her hand - all she would do is just touch my penis and I would cum - it happened too fast." Oh my God - I was shocked. I didn't expect to hear ANYTHING so personal. I tried NOT to let any surprise show up in my voice. I said, "Yes, I - I understand. P-Please, keep talking." Tim calmly continued, "I came too fast, suddenly I was squirting cum, it was embarrassing, I felt really humiliated." I tried to stay composed, "You - you shouldn't feel bad, what happened was completely understandable." "But I really wanted to please her, to make it perfect - for her." "Go on..." "She wants to make love, we talk about it, she's ready. But, after I came so quick that night -- it just scared me, and now I worry about it so much." "When you - when you climaxed that night - Was she upset?" "No, not at all - but I was." I tried to collect my thoughts, to try and deal with my brother's emotional issues - to help him. But right then, I was overwhelmed and confused. It was so frightening to hear him talk about his - his penis, and about - ejaculating. It was so - well, sexual - that it sort of freaked me out. But I truly loved my brother and I so felt compelled to help him, to be a good and concerned therapist. I could tell this "issue" was something really difficult for Michael. I wanted to be more supportive, I wanted to show that I cared. So, I got out of my chair and climbed up onto the bed and sat Indian style, right next to him. I wanted the closeness between up to help. I asked, "Tell me how it happened, start at the beginning, and be as honest as you can be - please." "Well - we were in her dorm room, alone. And I was on her bed, and she was on the bed too." "Go on..." "She had had a little bit of wine earlier, and I think it made her act sort of bold." "How?" "Well, she made a kind of joke, she kind of teased me." "About what?" "It was about you." "Me?" "Yes. It was when she saw you and I together over Christmas break." I asked, "What? You mean the weekend she came to the house when I met her?" "Yes - it was then. Annie talked about how, late one night, I tried to look down your shirt, and she said I was trying to look at your breasts. She made a big deal of it." A weird sort of shock ran through me. I remembered that night, and how earnestly he looked at me. I thought he must have been looking at my bra. But for some reason, I totally blocked it out of my mind - until he reminded me. I nervously asked, "Were you trying to look at my breasts?" "Yes, I was, I thought they looked so beautiful - I couldn't help it." Hearing him say that he looked at my breasts really shocked me. But the fact that I had blocked it made me curious, about my own awareness. "Go on..." "Annie said I was all turned-on, but I couldn't help it, what I saw, down your open shirt, was so lovely." It was so weird to have Tim talk like this - about my breasts. This was one of my deepest insecurities. I have little trainee breasts. Well, anyway, that's what I call them. They are VERY small. I guess they stopped growing when I was about twelve years old. The rest of me is nineteen years old now, but my breasts are still in the sixth grade. I have to say, that part of the reason I study psychology is because of my own weird emotional issues surrounding my tiny breasts. I mean - It's something I ALWAYS think about. Yes, this must sound weird, but I just can't help it. I can get sort of obsessive about them. And now my brother was telling me such kind things about my little breasts, it was hard for me to stay calm. I was afraid to ask anything else for a moment. I had to try and catch my breath. My brother was talking about ME, and I was his big sister, at the same time I was trying to play the role of therapist - And, he was under a hypnotic trance. I had asked him - TOLD him - to be totally honest, but he was answering my questions with such intense truthfulness that it was scaring me. The weirdest thing - the thing that scared me - was it felt REALLY nice to hear him say that he liked my little breasts. I looked at him, he looked perfectly still with his head on my pillow. His eyes were closed and he was breathing calmly. I asked, "Are you feeling relaxed?" "Yes, perfectly relaxed." "And are you answering my questions honestly?" "Yes, I am being truthful and honest." Oh God, right then I realized how profound this was. My beautiful brother was hypnotized and he would honestly answer ANY question I asked. Part of me wanted to bring him out of the trance state, and end this session. But, another part of me felt utterly drawn to him, I felt a passionate NEED to hear him tell me his deepest desires. But I wanted to be sure he was perfectly relaxed, I wanted him to be even more intensely under my control. I quietly asked him, "Tim, I want you to take some deep breaths, and I want you to relax and allow yourself to fall even deeper into this trance state." "Okay - yes..." And for the next few minutes I guided him even deeper into a very powerful place of susceptibility to my words. I felt the NEED to get at his deepest truths. He responded to my every word, and I could tell that he was in a VERY deep place of peace. It was obvious that he was much deeper than before, completely receptive to my questions. I asked him, "How are you feeling now?" He quietly answered, "Perfectly calm." "Tim, I need you to be totally truthful and honest with me, can you do that?" "Yes." It was weird, I suddenly felt extremely powerful. I asked, "Tell me what you and Annie talked about, on her bed when she said you looked - when you looked - at me, at my shirt." "She was sweet and funny, and she said that I was looking at you, down your shirt, at your cleavage. And she said she thought it was sort of cute." "You looking - at me - at my cleavage. Tell me what you saw." "It was so beautiful." "What did you see?" "I saw the smooth skin at the edges of your breasts, I looked at it for just a few seconds, but it was so perfect and lovely." Hearing him say this seemed to ignite something inside me. Oh God, it felt SO good to hear his compliments, and to hear him describing my tiny breasts as perfect and lovely. But the same time - I felt SO devilish and sneaky. But I couldn't stop, it was like a drug for me. "What did you do when Annie told you she saw you, watching me?" "I was silent, it was so curious for me to that she would bring that up - again." "What do you mean, again?" "She knew how I would react." "How would you react?" "I would get extremely aroused." I cautiously asked, "Aroused how?" "I would get insatiably excited, it created a sort of frenzy in me. Annie KNEW how I reacted, she called it my cute little fetish." Now I was on fire with anticipation, hearing him say these things was just electric for me. I moved in a little closer and asked, "Explain what you were feeling and please be honest." "Right then, as Annie described how I was looking at your breasts, it just made me crazy." "What did she say?" "She kept on talking about you, and the way I looked at you. She kept on saying it was my cute little fetish. She said you had little girl boobs." "Go on..." "Then, she told me to call her Casey, she said she WANTED me to only call her by your name." Suddenly my heart was pounding, and I stammered, "W-what?" "She WANTED me to call her Casey. When she said that, I just went sort of crazy. I couldn't help it, it was just too thrilling." "Did you call her by my name?" "Yes, it was wonderful. I called her Casey, and she said she loved me - it was so exciting." I just sat there for a moment - in shock - and looked at my brother. His eyes were closed and he seemed totally calm. It took a moment to get up the nerve to ask him, "What are you feeling?" "I feel so amazed, that I could be so turned-on. But I just feels so - so trapped - I just want relief. And it scares me." "What scares you?" "I'm afraid - I'm afraid. I'm going to cum too soon. Oh God - I'll disappoint Annie." He sounded so emotional. It almost sounded like he was on the verge of tears. I said, "Please, don't be frightened, you are completely safe. There is nothing to worry about." "But I - I - I will climax TOO fast, I'm scared." Then, using techniques I had practiced, I lead him in a way to relieve some of his anxiety. "Tim, listen to me. I am taking control of your worries. I am making them vanish, like a puff of smoke they will disappear. Your worries and fears are melting away..." I watched as he visibly calmed down. I kept talking, "Don't be afraid, you are totally safe with me, my words can heal your fears. Do you understand?" "Yes, I feel SO much better." "That's good." "But I'm still worried." "Tell me what you want." "I want to - I want to make love to Annie, I want to make HER climax." Hearing Tim say this I was suddenly overwhelmed with feeling of desire, just hearing him say these passionate words was almost like HE was hypnotizing ME. I asked him, "How, tell me, how do you want to make love to Annie." And he whispered, "I want to make her have an orgasm, I want her to be happy - I want her to cum..." "Go on." "She loves me, and I know she'll let me call her Casey, and I love that - I love that she makes me call her Casey..." This seemed so perverted, that she wanted my brother to say MY name during -- well -- during sex. I had no idea how to deal with this, but I could tell that it got Tim so powerfully aroused. I nervously asked, "Why -- why does she ask you to call her -- by -- my name?" "She LOVES it because she knows how turned-on it makes me." This detail just made me so uneasy, but I needed to hear more. "Go on, I want to understand everything." He sounded frantic as he answered, "I want her on top of me, and I want HER to help me..." "Go on." "I want her on top of me, and she'll guide me - she'll help me - she'll tell me what she wants - I'll make her cum when we're fucking..." With that I actually gasped, and I think Tim, even in his deep trance state, heard me. I tried to act calm, but it was impossible. Hearing him say "fucking" brought up such a deep fear way down inside of me. How to say this? Okay - I've never had an orgasm, and it's something that makes me so anxious and worried. I have such weird emotional problems, and the orgasm thing is so much like the haunted worries I have about my little breasts. And to make matters worse - I have so much dismal nervousness around boys. It's so sad, I just can't seem to find any kind of steady boyfriend. I had a short relationship with a boy at school. It wasn't right, and it just ended a few weeks ago. It was awkward and unfulfilling. I even lost my virginity to this guy, and it happened when both of us had been drinking. It was in a totally dark room, so I didn't see anything, and I actually remember very little. Anyway, that event has all kinds of baggage, and it just makes me really sad. What I'm trying to say is that the whole orgasm thing just haunts me. I feel so - incomplete and I don't know what to do. And to hear my shy brother talk about "fucking" and watching Annie cum just freaked me out. I was lost in my own insecure thought, and then I realized how quiet we both were. I said, "Please, I want to hear more, go on..." And Tim told me more in an emotional chatter, "I want to see her breasts - I want to see them hanging down, with her on top of me - and I want her to orgasm - and I want to call her Casey - I need this - I really NEED this..." I tried to console him, "Tim, this sounds - wonderful." "But - I don't want to cum, I worry it'll feel TOO good - and I'll cum too fast." With that, he was squirming in a frightened way. I tried to calm him down, "Tim, listen to me - Listen to my words. I can control your fear of - of - of cumming too soon. I can control it." "But, it will feel TOO good." "Tim, listen to me. Imagine a switch, like on a machine, and you will NOT be able to cum - until I move that switch." Oh my God, what was I doing? My feelings of sexual excitement were taking over, and I couldn't control what I was saying. I went on. Casey Hypnotizes Her Little Brother "No. You won't cum until I tell you it's okay. Until I move that switch. Do you understand?" "Yes." "You will feel ALL the sensations, but you won't be able - be able to - to - to climax - to cum, until I tell you it's time. It can NOT happen until I tell you. Do you understand?" He replied, "Yes. I understand." Right then I felt like there was a strange sort of shift in reality. I was so engrossed in the intensity of what was happening - it was like a dream. It was so weird, Tim had a fear of cumming too fast, and I had a fear of NOT cumming at all. But at the same time - All I could do was sit there, looking at my brother - and I was swallowed up in the need to help him. What was happening? I had never brought anyone to such a deep state of hypnosis. What was I capable of? It was scary being alone with Tim, like I was. I told him how good he was doing, how wonderful it was that he was being so honest. And I told him how much I cared, and how I wanted to help him. He replied, "It feels good to let this out of me." "Tim, listen to me. You spoke, very sincerely, about seeing me at Christmas time. When you were with Annie, and you - you - looked at me, down my shirt." "Yes, it was pretty." Now I was ready to ask the question I REALLY wanted know about. I asked, "Were you - aroused?" "Yes." I felt so devious, knowing that he was powerless to hide anything from me. I asked, "What was it - about seeing me - that made you feel - feel the most excited. The MOST aroused?" Without any pause, he said, "They looked so small, and the way you were leaning over, they were hanging down -- Oh my God -- they are so tiny and so perfect." "And how did it make you feel?" "I felt sort of crazy, like it was TOO intense." "Why?" "Because, the image, what I saw - was just too beautiful." I could tell that this was some sort of fixation. I had read about men and their sexual obsessions, and sometimes it was about women's lingerie. I asked, "You said Annie called it, 'your cute little fetish,' what does she mean, was it seeing me, my bra?" "No, it was the smooth skin of your tiny breasts. They seemed so delicate. I just LOVED seeing you, your smooth skin. But - It was too exhilarating." My brother was being SO honest, and hearing him tell me these hidden secrets about my breasts - was just so intoxicating. He was lying there, so close, right in front of me on my bed, with his eyes closed. Without realizing why, I moved just a little bit closer to Tim, so my knees were touching him as he lay there so quiet and still. And - I unbuttoned the front of my dress two buttons lower. I spoke in my little-girl-voice and whispered, "Timmy, I remember that night. I remember what I was wearing, and I felt so - pretty - that you would look at me like that, it was nice." "It was beautiful." "Tell me... "It was beautiful. Something was just so magical about the way your petite breasts hung down, so perfectly." The thrill of his compliments just made my heart soar. I wanted MORE. I asked, "I need to understand, tell me what you felt." "It was late, and it was you, me and Annie around the coffee table in the living room. And Dad was asleep. You were right across from me." "I remember." "You were wearing that silky red shirt, that buttoned down the front." "Yes, I remember." "At one point, you leaned in and from where I was sitting I could see down your shirt, and I could SEE your - your cleavage, and I was just haunted by the beauty..." He sounded so sensitive as he spoke, and hearing him like this, so honest, just made me feel powerfully aroused, I simply NEEDED to hear more. I cautiously asked, "Did you see my - my nipples?" "No, but - Oh God - I see their exquisite outline in the silky fabric of that red shirt." "You could?" "It was pretty, I thought it was exciting that your nipples were hard like that." This was another weird fear of mine -- my nipples. They can get sort of hard sometimes, and I worry so much about people seeing them through my shirt. But, I feel silly wearing a bra, because my boobs are just so tiny. I'm usually really scared about people seeing -- my nipples -- but it sounded so sweet to hear Timmy. I begged, "Please - Tell me more. Were my - my nipples obvious?" "Yes, I could see them, even though you had on a bra. I was amazed because they looked like they must be hard and -- and..." "What?" "Well, like pointy." This may seem silly, but right then I just felt so relieved. "Go on..." "Oh Casey, your bra was so pretty, and the way your breasts were, the way you were bent over, I could see the smooth pale skin, they jiggled a little - they looked so delicate." But, right then, it made my heart race to hear my beautiful brother say "delicate" with such tenderness. I felt beautiful. I whispered, "Thank you Tim." There is such a frightened place within me, and I worry so much. Like I said before, my breasts are something I feel really insecure about, they are so small, and at times I just hate them. Its awful to feel that way, I worry there is a weird pressure from the world to have bigger breasts. I said, "Go on..." "And Annie saw me looking down your shirt, and she could tell I was excited, she kind of teased me about it." "She teased you? What did she say?" "She said it was obvious I was staring, and she thought it was cute, that I would be so turned on by seeing that. And then..." "And then what?" "She would get in that pose, just like you." "Really?" "I loved it. She would get in that pose, just like you were, leaning forward, and she would let me look down her shirt, and her breasts would hang down, and it was SO pretty." "She did that? Really?" "Yes, she KNEW how much it made me crazy. She KNEW. And - and..." "Go on - tell me everything." "She would call me her little brother, and she would let me look, and she would tell me it was okay for me to call her by your name. To call her Casey." He said this before, and even though it was shocking for Tim to say this - I truly LOVED hearing it. I said, "Go on" "She would beg me, 'Tim, Please call me Casey' and it just made me crazy with excitement." "And, what would you do?" "I would call her Casey, and I stare down her shirt, and I would tell her how beautiful she looked." "Tell me more." "I could look down her shirt, and she was wearing a bra, and I wanted so badly to see her nipples. And she WANTED me to call her Casey - it was satisfying - I loved it - and she tried so hard to pose like you were." I asked, "Did she remind you of - me?" "Sort of - I mean - Ann has bigger breasts, and they are very pretty, but it wasn't the same. Your breasts are SO much smaller, and yours are so much MORE beautiful. There is something so perfect and delicate about you - and your tiny little breasts." Oh my God, right then my heart just started pounding with excitement. I had no idea that I could feel this way, my emotional hunger was making me so exhilarated, and I thought I might start to panic. I took some deep breaths and tried to calm down, and that helped, a little. This was like some compulsion for me - I needed more. My brother was lying there looking so peaceful with his eyes closed and his head on my pillow. I looked down at my own chest, and since I wasn't wearing a bra, I could see my nipples so clearly in the fabric of my dress. I felt gloriously beautiful. Then, with an almost effortless movement, I got on all fours, and I could feel my little breasts hanging down, exactly as Tim had beautifully described. And, without a bra, they felt so sensitive, and I could feel the tips of my nipples against the cool fabric of my dress. The sensations were electric. I felt overwhelmed and selfish - I desperately NEEDED to somehow help Tim, to relieve him. I knew how crazy this was, but I couldn't stop my self. I collected myself a little before I spoke. I leaned forward, and put my lips near Tim's ear. I whispered, "Tim. I want you to stay still, don't move unless I give you permission. Can you do that?" He meekly replied, "Yes." Cautiously, I whispered, "And - When I count to three, I want you to open your eyes. Can you do that?" "Yes." As if by some mighty force, I was being moved in a way that I couldn't control. It was like I was being swept down a river, and all I could do was allow my self to get dragged along with the current. And I sat forward a little, and I looked down at my own blouse, and I could look down at my own bra and my cleavage. And I undid one more button. "Tim, you are doing so well, and I want to help you." I aligned myself so my slightly open sun dress was close to his face, and easy for him to see. I took a deep breath to try and settle my crazy nervousness, and I whispered, "One - Two - Three, open your eyes." And then his eyes were open, and he gazed up at me. We both looked directly into each other's eyes. This lasted for a few minutes. He radiated a sort of tranquil hush, and seeing him so peaceful allowed me to settle my racing heart a little. There was no need to speak; there was something so magical and timeless about this moment. Then, his eyes turned down, and he was suddenly looking down my shirt, at my cleavage. Whatever momentary calm I was feeling was gone, I was instantly burning with passions. And Tim's eyes were wide and electric with emotion. I nervously whispered, "It's okay, just let yourself look." His head was still on the pillow, but I could see his whole body kind of shudder with longing. He let out a quiet, "Oh Casey..." And with that, I leaned in a little more, and got just a little bit closer to his face. I arched my self so my shirt was lower. Without a bra on, the subtle jiggling feeling of my breasts against my dress was absolutely heavenly. Suddenly, I could see his expression get even more intense, and he was obviously seeing my hard little nipples. He gasped loudly, "Oh Casey - Oh FUCK!" And I just let him stare from his frozen position on my bed. The deep longing I saw in his eyes was simply overwhelming - and I thought my heart would break. He stayed motionless in his trance like state. It was almost like he was tied up, and trapped. And I wanted to set him free. I wanted, something MORE. I was powerless to stop myself. I whispered, "Tim, I want to help you. When I count to three, you'll be able to move, but you have to listen to me. Do you understand?" "Y-yes." "I think you would be happier, if you - if you - took your closes off. Do you understand?" "Oh god - Yes." "Good, just let yourself do whatever you feel like you need to do. One - Two - Three." And my brother was suddenly frantic with motion, and it kind of scared me. I watched as he kicked both shoes off his feet, and then he pulled his sweater and shirt over his head and he let it all fall to the floor. Without hesitating, he was undoing his belt. Oh God - what had I unleashed? In just a few seconds his blue jeans were off, and then - and then - as he pulled his boxers off - I could suddenly see his hard penis. I was instantly riveted. I gasped - and he heard it. Then I cried out, "Oh please - Tim - lay down - stay still." Before I could comprehend what was happening, he was lying back down again, exactly as he was before, but now he was completely naked with his erection, pointing up to the ceiling. I was totally unprepared for what I was seeing. I was focused entirely on his hard penis. Oh my God - it looked enormous and straight. I said, "Tim, please, don't move - I don't want you to move." There was something SO beautiful in seeing my brother like this. But at the same time, I was scared. He was looking up at me with such a longing, and I wasn't sure what to do. I said, "This is the first time I've ever seen a boy, like - this..." I stared at him in his frozen pose - and his erection totally entranced me. And he was looking up at me, at my chest. He was so amazed at my breasts, under my sun dress and I deeply WANTED him to see them, just because I knew how wildly excited it made him. I sat close to him and whispered, "Look at me..." And then I undid the buttons of my white cotton sun dress. I slowly lifted it over my head, and set it on the bed. And now my beautiful little brother could finally see my bare breasts. Tim gasped, "Oh my God, Casey..." Now, all I was wearing was a pair of white panties, as I sat next to him. He was frozen on the bed, looking up at me - and his magnificent erection seemed to tremble with each beat of his heart. It was me, seeing ME - my tiny breasts - that made him so hard, and it made me feel so beautiful. I felt like all my senses were spiraling away, like I was suddenly insane with passion. And, at the same time, I felt like Tim had somehow hypnotized me. It was as if I was under HIS spell, and I had no control of my actions. I got on all fours, and moved close to Tim. I let my little breasts hang down over my brother's face, so he could see truly them. I told him, "Please, don't move - just look..." He looked at my soft little breasts, and my tiny hard nipples - and I stared at his bewildering erection. I had NEVER seen anything like it, and it seemed to release such powerful emotions, deep within me, and I just let myself admire what I was seeing. Without realizing what I was doing, I reached my hand out toward his tall erection. I simply HAD to touch it. As my fingertip delicately caressed it, my brother flinched. He whimpered, "Oh NO!" I was surprised, and it took me a second to understand. I said, "Please Tim, don't be scared. " "But - it might happen again..." "Tell me what you are feeling." "I'm so scared. I don't want to cum too fast like I did before." He sounded so emotional and vulnerable, and I felt a deep NEED to calm him down - to help him. I whispered, "Please, relax." And just my words seem to make his whole body calm down. Seeing him react like that, I realized the power I had in my words. I stayed still, with my hand just an inch away from his hard penis - and my little breasts above his face. I thought carefully before I spoke. Then I calmly said, "Tim, I'm going to say this again, listen to me - Listen to my words. I can completely control your fear of cumming too soon. I can control it. Imagine a switch, like on a machine, and you will NOT be able to cum - until I move that switch." "But, I worry..." I went on, "No. I can control it. You won't achieve an orgasm until I tell you it's okay. Until I give you permission, you will NOT be able - be able to - to - to climax - to cum, until I tell you it's time. It can NOT happen until I tell you. Do you understand?" "Yes." Then, suddenly, my little hand was wrapped around his hard erection. Tim moaned with passion, "Oh fuck - Oh fuck..." I was shocked at how warm it felt, and how - how beautiful and perfect it seemed. For the next few minutes I cautiously caressed it, and fondled it. I got right in close, and in the pale light of the bedside lamp, I carefully studied it. I even smelled it. My brother would react so powerfully to my every little touch. His breathing was getting faster. Then, I gently gripped my hand around his penis, and delicately began to stroke in a slow gentle rhythm. He instantly responded, "Oh Casey - Oh FUCK..." And then I gripped a little tighter and pumped a little harder. He was suddenly gasping with lust, and it made me squeeze even tighter. I whispered, "Tim, I am controlling this, you will NOT climax." He replied, "This feel SO amazing..." I didn't fully understand what was happening, but I kept at this for a few minutes, and my brother was absolutely ecstatic - but he didn't climax. I knew I could control that. But as I pumped, the motion of my hand made my breasts jiggle, and he was watching my breast, like that was MORE exciting than my hand stroking his erection He panted, "Oh God, Casey..." His expression was awash in absolute ecstasy, and it just sent me higher. I could tell my breasts fascinated him, and at the same time, I was completely entranced by the sensation of my hand on his penis. I had never felt ANYTHING so arousing. I looked down at my brother, as he sat there, frozen. He seemed like a beautiful angel, naked and flawless. Then, I felt something - it was me - I put one hand between my legs and I felt my panties. Oh God, they felt damp - my vagina was WET! The sensation just electrified me; it was so unbelievably sexy and wonderful. And right then, a thought just hit me, I suddenly knew that I would finally be able to cum. I suddenly just knew it! I would really have an orgasm. With that realization, I completely abandoned myself to my own desires. Before I knew what I was doing, I had rolled over onto my back and I pulled my wet panties off. With that, I was suddenly completely naked, and I felt a sense of liberation I had never known. I'm not sure how it happened, but the next thing I remember I was naked and straddling him. I was sitting up, on my knees, with my legs spread, right over my brother's belly. It was so powerful. Suddenly, all my fears and worries melted away. Oh my God, I was perfectly naked. I moved my self taller on my knees and slightly arched my back; I was showing Tim my body. I wanted him to see me. I was on fire - I wanted him to see me, my small breasts, my tummy, my baby fat, my pubic hair - my wet vagina. I spread my knees wider and inched a little toward Tim's face - I wanted - I desperately NEEDED him to see my open wet vagina. I could FEEL the overwhelming joy in Tim - I felt so beautiful. Tim was still breathing hard, in an anxious way. It was so intense, but at the same time I felt this overwhelming NEED to let Tim see me. And for me to see him. Then I carefully moved myself over Tim, straddling him - right above his face, so my vagina was easy for him to see. I felt so strong and so beautiful. I absolutely LOVED letting Tim see me like this. My breasts are small and my nipples were hard. I could tell he was excited, and - Oh God - I wanted - I NEEDED - him to look at me. The way I was sitting, my knees were on the bed and my legs were wide, and I let him see me - my wet vagina. And in a quiet voice, I said, "Tell me what you are feeling." "Oh God Casey, you look SO beautiful." Tim was frozen on his back, still and quiet, almost in disbelief. I inched my way back down his tummy, so my crotch was up centered directly above his penis. I couldn't believe I was really doing this. There was no hurry, with Tim looking at me - I felt so beautiful. There was a long silence, and finally Tim smiled. The one fear I had ALWAYS had about ever having sex with a boy was getting pregnant. But right now, with Tim so deep in a hypnotic trance, I just KNEW that I could keep Tim from cumming inside me. I felt powerful and inspired. I whispered, "Remember, you won't be able to - you CAN'T cum - until I tell you it's okay..." With that, he nodded yes. He looked up at me with such emotion, I thought I would cry. Oh God - It felt so good. Tim whispered, "Casey - Thank you." Then, I sat up taller and positioned myself high on my knees. Tim stared wide-eyed. My heart started pounding. My brother looked so unbelievably ecstatic. I was joyous. Tim was breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling. Seeing Tim so eager - so hungry - made me feel entranced, like the whole world was telling me yes. I stood on my knees, naked - and I felt an infinite strength - everything seemed so lovely and powerful. Tim stared at me at the wetness between my legs. He was completely transfixed on this small area, it looked like he was afraid to blink. Neither of us moved for a long time, the quiet was broken only by Tim's deep breathing. Casey Hypnotizes Her Little Brother Tim's intense gaze was totally locked on my wet vagina, he was completely lost in concentration. He was breathing hard, his chest was moving with each inhalation. I whispered, "Tim - you need to stay still. You CAN'T move." "Okay." "And you CAN'T cum until I tell you." Tim didn't say anything for a minute. Finally he stammered, "You're so beautiful - I'm scared my heart is going to burst..." "It's okay..." I could tell Tim's desire was rising to a sort of panic. Then I squirmed back, I still was on my knees, positioned directly above his long erection. In a haunted whisper Tim said, "Casey - Oh dear God, Casey." His beautiful penis - oh god - It was so hard, from me - from my helpful attention. It was pointed straight up toward my wet vagina lips. "Casey..." He whispered. My beautiful brother stayed motionless, and he watched me as I cautiously let myself move lower. Then, it happened - the head of his penis touched my moist vagina. I immediately gasped, "Oh - Oh Jesus - Oh Tim." He heard the overwhelming emotion in my voice. With that, I let my self settle, a little lower. And the smooth head of his penis seemed to delicately nestle itself into the sopping open folds of my vaginal lips. I stammered, "Oh God - Tim, this feels SO good." We stayed like that, without moving for a long time. I felt such an overwhelming love for him, for his sensitivity. Then he whispered, "Casey, I love you. I truly love you." The kindness in his voice just seemed to make me melt. "I love you too." And then I simply allowed myself to sink down, to settle myself onto Tim's hard penis. I just relaxed, and softened my pose, inching my way down. And as I melted, I looked down between my legs. Tim's penis looked absolutely enormous - and it was thick and hard. I could feel the big head slowly enter, and it felt different than I imagined, it felt so much more slippery. Tim had his head on the pillow - and he was watching too. Except for our breathing, both of us were silent, we were riveted by the sensations. Everything felt so smooth and wet, and the wetness was from me - it was from my own excitement. Oh God - It was happening so slowly. I could feel Tim's penis slide its way up - further and deeper. I whispered, "Put your hands on my hips - please." Then I felt his strong smooth hands cradling my waist, it felt so lovely. I asked, "Tim, please - can you push up a little, to make it deeper?" My brother arched his hips and gently began to push upward; the motion was smooth and beautiful. Tim held onto my hips with his hands, and he was cautious and tender, helping me as we cautiously inched his erection further up into me. The sensations were so deep, smooth and wet - it was completely overpowering. I was in such a dream state, it might have taken us 10 minutes, maybe longer, I can't be sure, but the staggering feelings within me - between us - were something mind-blowing in a way I had never felt before. I lowered myself, until I was all the way down, pressing my vaginal lips firm against his pubic hair - it felt like I could grip his hard penis, like I could squeeze it. Tim felt it and whimpered, "Oh God - Casey." "Does it feel okay?" "Yes, It feels SO good!" Then, Tim gentility moved his hips upward, and it felt like he pushed even deeper into me. Right at that instant - It was like some electrical switch was thrown, and I was suddenly on fire with emotion. I sort of screamed, "Oh my GOD - OH FUCK!" And I pumped myself down into Tim. And then up and down, and I was furious with motion. I began to pant, "Tim - oh god - oh god..." My motions were out of control as I violently slammed myself up and down against my brother's long hard penis. I whimpered, "Oh god - oh god - oh god... My emotions were spiraling out of control, I had to hunch forward and put my hands on the bed next to Tim's shoulders, and I watched - I looked down at my self, and watched my tiny breasts jiggle. I knew how much my little brother LOVED seeing my breasts when they hung down, and I tried to position my chest above his face to make it as perfect for him as I could. I gasped, "Tim - please - hold my bottom - Please..." Instantly - I felt Tim grab my ass, it felt so perverted. I begged, "Push - faster - Please..." And I looked down between my legs - as Tim began to thrust upward to match my frantic rhythm. Then I squealed, "Tim! Oh FUCK!" I arched over to look between my legs. I watched, as Tim's huge erection would glide in and out of me, over and over. It felt velvety and slippery, as my vagina just seemed to swallow him with each pumping motion. I begged, "Please - squeeze my bottom - tighter - Please..." His hands squeezed tighter, and I could feel his fingertips gripping, and they were deep in my butt crack. I whimpered, "Yes - Yes!" Tim was gasping as I let my little breasts bounce - over him - so he could see. I wanted - I desperately NEEDED him to see my tiny breasts. They were jiggling with the same powerful pumping of our hips. I felt SO beautiful. My brother panted, "I love you so much..." Right then I absolutely exploded, I climaxed - and it just released a flood of sensations - and without realizing what was happening - suddenly there was a hot wet splashing, and the wetness was getting all over Tim. I was gushing in a way that seemed unreal. The feeling of slipperiness had changed, it got even WETTER, Oh God - it was beautiful. I squealed, "Oh FUCK!" And it just went on and on and on. It was incredible how long it lasted, the sensations were strong and hot, and the smell - the sweetness was luscious. And Tim watched me with such devotion - it was glorious. Suddenly, his penis was out of me, and I was literally convulsing with ecstasy on his naked tummy and chest. He was on his back holding my ass, and I was trembling with pleasure, as I got on my knees above him. Tim was breathing hard and watching me closely, my vagina, as I dribbled on his tummy. I stammered, "Oh my god - I came - I finally came." And I wanted him to cum too. And I wanted it to be glorious for him. I felt this powerful NEED to make him happy. I carefully positioned my self so he could see me, and my naked chest. I knew he responded to my little baby voice, so I played it up a little, to try and get him even more stimulated. I talked like a little girl and asked, "Timmy - Do you like my tiny little breasts?" "Oh God - Casey - YES!" Then, I leaned over Tim, and let my tiny, breasts hang down - over his erection, and he was frozen, straining to watch. I cautiously asked, "Tell me, is this pretty - seeing my breasts - like this?" "Oh fuck - YES! Oh God, it's SO beautiful." Tim had been so adamant about his lust seeing my breasts, and how they looked when I leaned over forward. I loved hearing about fixation - his fetish - I needed to completely let him indulge in his powerful obsession. I kept talking in my little-girl-voice, "Good boy, I want you to see my breasts. I want you to feel nice - to feel LOVE." He whimpered, "Oh Casey - I love you..." He looked at me with his beautiful big blue eyes. His chest was heaving from excitement. His erection looked like it was straining, it was bounding and throbbing. And I carefully leaned over and let my little breasts, as they hover over and softly glide along his hard penis. He was obviously lost in absolute ecstasy, and it just sent me higher. He panted, "Oh God, Casey..." I simply KNEW this is what he wanted; it was like I could read his mind. I whispered, "Listen to me. Whatever your feeling, whatever love you feel for my little breasts, I want you to feel it even MORE intensely - right now." He gasped, "Casey - Oh FUCK - Oh FUCK!" I begged, "Please Baby - I need you to get more turned-on...." My voice was pleading, and desperate. I went on, "Whatever you're feeling, I want you multiply it by one hundred - please." With that, he just seemed to spiral out of control - his breathing turned into a crazy kind of panic. Guiding his emotions like this was dangerously seductive. I commanded him, "You are about to cum, it's building slowly." His penis was glistening and wet - from ME, from my vagina, from MY sopping orgasm! And with his penis so close to my face - Oh god, the smell - the beautiful smell... And then, without hesitating, I gripped my hand around his penis, and delicately began to stroke in a slow gentle rhythm. He instantly responded, "Oh Casey - Oh FUCK..." His hard erection was slippery with my warm juices. My hand would glide so beautifully and smoothly. I grasped a little tighter and pumped a little harder. He was suddenly panting with lust, and it made me squeeze even tighter. My brother was whimpering from the sensations. At this point, I was so bent over, with my little boobs against his wet erection, that my ass was sticking up in the air. It felt SO perverted and exciting. I couldn't believe how much I delighted in the feeling - it was like he was making love to my breasts. It was so fulfilling to FEEL his firm penis against my chest. Especially after feeling so insecure about my tiny breasts - to realize that they could create such crazy desire in my brother - that he could be so overwhelmed - I felt so beautiful. "Oh Tim, I'll let you cum - I will - soon..." Oh my God - I was still so sexually flooded from my orgasm; it felt like a kind of madness. Right then, all I wanted was for Tim to truly climax with the same wild intensity that I did. And I knew I could make it beautiful for him. "Timmy, you are about to have the most powerful climax you've ever experienced - ever. I will help you - do you understand?" "Yes." "Listen to me. Please, it will happen soon - it's building - it's intensifying..." I gripped my hand tighter around his penis, and began to stroke even faster. I tried to push myself, my flat breasts, even closer against his throbbing penis. He instantly stammered, "Oh Casey - CASEY..." "Oh Baby, you are going to cum - it's just a little bit away - the feelings are building." And then I gripped even tighter and pumped even harder, all the while, letting my little breasts bounce and rub against the head of his erection. He was suddenly gasping really loud with feverish lust, and it made me sort of crazy - to see him SO turned-on I told him, "The feelings are building." I didn't fully understand what was happening, but I kept at this for a few minutes, and my brother was absolutely frenzied with passion. Looking up at his beautiful face, and I could see tears beginning to roll down his cheeks as he focused entirely on me. I was joyous. I tried has hard as I could to stroke his erection and press my breasts against it too. I pumped a little faster, the motion of my hand made my breasts jiggle, and they almost seemed to slap against his erection, and he was watching my breast, like was the most beautiful thing imaginable. "Listen to me, you are SO close. When I count to three, you will climax." All he could do was whimper that he heard me. "Tim, it will be beautiful and powerful." And with that, I just squeezed his throbbing erection in my hands and tried to cradle it in between my soft breasts. I was so urgent to make him achieve something glorious. He looked at me with tear filled eyes and stammered, "I - I love - you..." I stroked faster and whispered, "One - Two - THREE..." Instantly - My brother began writhing in ecstasy. He cried out, "Casey!" Suddenly, my chest felt hot and wet - and I watched as a thick stream of milky white cum pumped out onto the pale skin of my breasts. I let him spurt all over me, all over my breasts, and his erection pulsated in my hands. I could feel the powerful contractions as it squirted. It had happened - and it was astounding. My beautiful brother was released of his fears, I had saved him. He went on for a LONG time without cumming. And when he did, he utterly exploded with joy. And it was ME that gave that to him. The frenzy of his orgasm was subsiding. And I watched - and felt - him slowly melt into my bed. He radiated a glow of relief and gratitude. I whispered, "Oh Baby - that was beautiful." I let go of his penis, and moved up toward Tim's face. I cautiously let my tiny breasts, now wet and dripping with warm cum, hang above my brother. Over his tear filled eyes, so he could see me, my breasts, close up. They were shiny and wet in the pale orange glow of the bedside lamp. It was so exquisite. I whispered, "Tim I release you, you can move..." Instantly, his chains were gone, and he reached up, and hugged me. He pulled me down on top of him, as he lay there on the bed, and I wrapped myself around in. Our embrace was glorious and sympathetic. We squeezed each other tightly. Oh God, we were clinging with such desperate emotion. He whispered in my ear, "Casey - I love you..." "Oh Baby brother - I love you SO much!" The wetness of my slipper chest was delicious, and it was pressed against him so hard that I could feel his pounding heart as if it was inside me.