17 comments/ 133936 views/ 127 favorites Whisper In My Ear By: Quezacotl101101 Disclaimer: This story, entitled Whisper In My Ear, and the people, places, and events depicted in it is an original work of fiction, hereafter referred to as THE STORY. Any resemblance of people, places, or events in THE STORY to actual people, places, or events is coincidental. Any resemblance of people, places, or events in THE STORY to people, places, or events in another work of fiction is coincidental. The author of THE STORY has done some research of real techniques, theories, and methods in order to craft THE STORY with details that may help suspend disbelief for any person or persons voluntarily viewing or accessing the content of THE STORY in part or in whole, hereafter referred to as THE READERS. These details are solely for storytelling purposes. 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Any person or persons unwilling or not legally allowed to view the content of THE STORY in their jurisdiction or location may not be shown the content of THE STORY in part or in whole. All characters depicted in THE STORY are 18 years of age or older. Please, please, please, do not try this at home. The made-up world of fiction has no real life consequences. Trying any of this in real life would ruin people's lives, including your own. If you find yourself considering trying any of this in real life I encourage you to talk to a professional therapist about your feelings and find a way to control them. That said, this is my first attempt at writing adult fiction, which means it probably sucks. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Whisper In My Ear Chapter One: "I don't know," Jessica said with a slight frown as she chewed lightly on a fingernail. Her eyes were filled with wary skepticism as she stared me down, seeking to divine my true intent. "Jess, I'm telling you it's no big deal. I just need to practice on someone for this psych class. Besides, hypnotism isn't what people think it is. It's completely safe. Mostly it's just about relaxation and focused thinking. Like helping you to concentrate really hard." Kind of like I was trying really hard right now not to concentrate on that amazing body of hers. I know these feelings are wrong; I'm self-aware enough to at least know that much. But I've been attracted to my younger sister for a while now in a way that is most definitely not brotherly. Ever since she sprouted those massive sweater puppies a few years ago to go with her crystal blue eyes and long blond hair and that tanned, tight little gymnasts body... Change my thoughts. Change my thoughts. If I kept this up I would get an uncontrollable hard-on that would rip thru my jeans, and any signs of something untoward could tip her off to my plans. People can sense things, even if they aren't consciously aware of what it is. A vibe, if you will. And if Jessica picked up on any sexual undertones she could end this thing before it began. I needed to control my own emotions like I had been practicing for weeks now. Supportive, like a big brother. She was my little sister and all I wanted was to make her happy and safe. I relaxed a bit as I let my libido deflate like a balloon. "And you think it will help me focus when I'm practicing my new routine?" I shrugged. "Sure it can. But that will depend as much on you as on me. When someone goes to a hypnotherapist to stop smoking it doesn't work if they don't really want to stop smoking. But I can at least guarantee that it won't do any harm. It'll just cost you a few minutes of your time is all." Jessica sighed. "What the hell, let's give it a shot. But no clucking like a chicken or whatever. And no making me forget what we talk about. In fact," she said, straightening up as a thought occurred to her, "I want to record everything on my phone so I can listen to it later, just to be sure." "No problem." I had anticipated that. "Ok, so how do we start?" Jessica asked brightly, confident that she had thought of every angle. "Just have a seat on the sofa," I said as I arranged a chair and table in front of her. Jessica launched an app on her phone and set it on the end table next to the sofa. Then she plopped down, Indian style, on the middle of the sofa and watched me. Good god. Even in baggy sweat pants and an oversize tee she was still insanely hot. Deflated balloon. Deflated balloon. "Put your hand on top of mine, palm down," I said as I rested my hand, palm up, on the table. I gently placed my other hand on her shoulder and looked unflinchingly into her eyes. Hypnosis is as much about confidence as it is about technique. "Now pick a spot on my forehead and concentrate on it. Just relax and stare directly at that spot. Clear your head and relax and stare at that spot." Jessica giggled nervously and I mirrored a relaxed smile back. I had learned that when you hypnotize someone it's important to observe their behavior and put them at ease by reciprocating any emotions they are feeling. It helps them to relax and feel comfortable. I gave her shoulder a quick, friendly squeeze. "Now keep concentrating on that spot and push down on my hand as hard as you can." I felt her begin to push down. "Good. Now keep pushing down as hard as you can and completely concentrate on that point. What three letters come after 'F' in the alphabet?" I saw her facial expression shift just slightly as she shifted her focus to the question. Gently but firmly I gave her shoulder a push and slipped my hand quickly from underneath hers while commanding "Sleep!" in a slightly elevated voice. Immediately her eyes shut and she slumped forward. My hand on her shoulder held her up as I quickly used my other hand to gently rock her head from side to side. "Deeper. Deeper. As I rock your head you will go into a deeper and deeper trance. You feel very relaxed and will slip into a deeper trance very easily." Easing her back into a sitting position I continued. It was important not to take too long. A constant stream of soothing patter was needed here. "I'm going to count down from ten. With each number you will get deeper and deeper and more and more relaxed. Ten. You are very relaxed. Nine. You are floating on a warm cushion of relaxation..." After the countdown I did the walking down the stair case technique, which is really just another form of a countdown. That ended in the "relaxation room" with the oh-so-comfortable chair in it. From there I did a few more visualization exercises as she "sank" into the chair. Finally I had her in a deep trance state. "Jessica, I want you to keep your eyes closed and listen only to the sound of my voice. Pay no attention to any other sounds. Only the sound of my voice. How do you feel?" "Mmm," Jessica sighed. "Really relaxed." "Good. Now, I want you to stay relaxed and tell me about the things that you worry about the most lately. But when you think about these things and talk about them with me, you will feel no stress or concern about them. In fact, talking to me about them will only relax you more. Because when you are in the relaxation room you are completely safe. Sharing your concerns with me while you are in the relaxation room is actually more relaxing because every worry you talk about in here is sucked away by the room and eases your burden. Do you understand?" Jessica smiled languidly. "Yes, I understand. Hmm. Well, the thing I've been the most worried about lately is Todd." Todd was her boyfriend. An arrogant jerk, in my opinion, but with rich parents and popular at school. "What about Todd worries you?" "Well, I've seen him flirting with some of my friends at school when he thinks I'm not watching him. I'm afraid he might lose interest or cheat on me. Mmm," Jessica sighed as she unburdened herself. I leaned back and picked up a notepad I had placed near my chair earlier, jotting down a few notes. "That's right. Let the room take away all your worries about Todd. What else has been on your mind lately?" "The state competitions are coming up in a month and I'm having some trouble getting my new routine down. I'm worried I picked a routine too complicated." "Good. Feel the burden lifted as you slip even deeper. What else would like to unburden?" "I'm worried about my grades. I need to keep them up if I'm going to get into a good school when I graduate." Sports, school, and boys. Nothing too unusual with that, but it was enough to work with for now. I decided not to press too hard on our first session. "Jessica, when you are not in the relaxation room you will be able to remember what we talk about in the relaxation room. You will be able to listen to recordings of what we talk about in the relaxation room. But if you do, you will be taking back the burdens that the room removed. The more you think about what was said in the relaxation room the more of the burdens you will take back, and the more you take back the more you will have to worry about those burdens. Do you understand?" Jessica frowned slightly. "Yah, I guess. The room removes the burdens, but if I think about the room when I'm not in it, it gives them back to me." "Exactly. You are free to think about it, but then the burdens come back even heavier. If you want to remember but you don't want the burdens back, you can go back to the room and think about it there. That way the room will remove the burdens again as you think about them. Does that make sense?" "Yes. But how do I get back to the room?" "That's easy. I can take you back to the room any time by snapping my fingers and saying 'sleep'. Then you can go right back to the room. And every time I send you back it will get easier and easier to go back there. Now just relax in the room. Let's talk about this new routine..." The rest of the session I spent helping her to develop some affirmations she could use to focus herself when she practiced. I finished with some encouragement about how wonderful she would feel after visiting the relaxation room. Finally, after putting away the notepad I brought her gently out of the trance. When she woke up she blinked a few times and suddenly broke out in a huge smile. "Oh my god! Brian, I feel great. That was amazing. I can't wait to try those affirmations tomorrow at practice." "No problem, sis. Told you it was no big deal." Jessica gave me a rare hug before grabbing her phone and practically skipping off to her room. I put all the furniture back in place and checked the clock. We had spent 23 minutes. I had about an hour gap between the time when Jessica got back from school and the time our parents usually got home from work; I could easily fit these sessions into that timeframe in the future. Chapter Two: Jessica went back to her room and plopped down on the bed. She had to admit, she had been skeptical about letting Brian hypnotize her; she had caught him looking at her sometimes in a way that... But she felt great, and she was pretty sure she could remember everything that they had talked about. It was all pretty innocent, really. Normally she wouldn't talk to him about Todd, but he hadn't really asked anything too invasive, just surface stuff. She frowned slightly, suddenly losing her euphoria. Todd. She had seen him talking to that slut Julia earlier today. She sighed as her usual worries settled back in. Why wasn't she enough for the guy? She really loved him, but he could be such a jerk sometimes... Chapter Three: The session had gone pretty well, but I knew we were still at a delicate point in the process so I decided not to press the issue. I went about my day with classes at the university and whatnot in the usual fashion, never even mentioning the hypnotism stuff to Jessica afterwards. But I made sure that I was home and in the living room reading when Jessica got back from school the next day. She dropped her gym bag by the door and got a drink from the kitchen, then flopped down on the sofa and grabbed the remote. "Hey," she said casually as she flicked on the set. "Hey," I answered, not looking up. Had to play it casual. "You mind if I watch some TV?" "Nah, I'm good." She flipped nonchalantly thru the channels, looking for something to grab her interest, but I could tell she was distracted. Man she looked hot. She was wearing pink form hugging sweats and a white half tee and had that slightly sweaty look of having just worked out. In my mind I fantasized about her wearing just the tee and riding me with abandon in the middle of the living room, hands on my chest and moaning like a whore. Her sweaty tits just visible underneath the shirt as they bounced...dammit! Not the time. Deflate the balloon. I could see her glancing at me. I knew she wanted to say something, but I didn't want to seem over eager. Ten precious minutes went by. I decided to risk a little push. "So, how was practice?" "Oh yah," she said as she flicked off the set. "I meant to talk to you about that. Those affirmations really worked well. I have to say, you're pretty good at that hypnotizing stuff." I lowered my book and smiled. "Oh good. So they helped?" "Totally," she smiled back. "In fact, I was wondering if maybe you would be willing to do another one. I mean, if you have the time." "Of course. We can do it now if you want." "Yah?" she beamed. "That would be great. I have a lot of studying to do and god knows I could use that kind of focus for it." We quickly set up. Having her relax sitting on the sofa facing me again, I snapped my fingers. "Sleep!" Jessica immediately slipped into a light trance. I spent ten minutes or so deepening her trance and brought her back to the 'relaxation room' once again. After reinforcing the idea that thinking about things we talk about in the room would bring those worries back, I spent some time going over affirmations to help her concentrate while studying. Finally, I got to what I really wanted to do all along. "Jessica, how do you feel?" "Mmm. Relaxed." "And being relaxed feels good, doesn't it?" "Yes. It's very peaceful." "Good. Now I want you to imagine that the relaxation room is filled with a relaxing mist. The mist penetrates every fiber of your being, gently caressing your skin. Can you feel that?" Jessica sighed deeply. "Yes, it feels really nice." "Good. Now I'm going to bring you out of the room and wake you up, but some of the mist from the room is going to come with you. It will settle on your skin and soak in like a moisturizer. That way, even when you leave the room you can have some of that feeling stay with you. You can use it to keep that nice, clean, relaxed feeling all throughout the day. Do you understand?" "Yes. I think that will be nice." "Yes, it will let you feel really good. And you can keep that mist and the good feelings as long as you don't dwell on your worries. Worrying dries up the mist like a blast of hot, dry air. But even if the mist dries up, you can always surround yourself again by going back to your relaxation room. As long as you don't dry out the mist, every time you go back to the relaxation room you can bring more mist out with you the next time. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Good, but why don't you say it out loud." "The mist makes me feel good and relaxed, and I can take some of the mist with me when I leave. And I can get more when I come back. But worrying dries the mist like hot, dry air." Inwardly I was fighting my growing excitement. Not too much, too fast. For now I just needed to reinforce it a little. "Ok, I want you to say it again, feeling the mist soak into your skin as you do." "The mist makes me feel good and relaxed, and I can take some of the mist with me when I leave. And I can get more when I come back. But worrying dries the mist like hot, dry air." "One more time, as even more mist soaks in." I had her repeat the suggestion several more times until she started to slur and doze off a little. Then I gradually brought her out of the trance. Just in time, as I expected our dad home from work in less than ten minutes. When she woke up Jessica looked positively blissful. "Oh man, that feels so good. I feel crazy awesome, bro. Thank you so much!" Jessica grabbed her drink and bounced up the stairs to her room. I returned to fantasizing about her riding me in the middle of the room while pretending to read. Chapter Four: It was like studying on smart pills. Jessica couldn't believe how well these affirmations were working. She was so completely focused that she had almost finished her homework in half the time it usually took. Plus she felt great. And all thanks to her brother and his hypnotism stuff. She hummed happily as she worked thru a couple of easy math problems. It was almost funny, considering it sounded so ridiculous. A magic mist that clung to her body? C'mon. Absently chewing on the tip of her pen, Jessica was suddenly distracted by a thought. Why should the mist dry up when she worried? Wouldn't it be better if... "Damn!" she swore softly. A wrong answer. Shoot, maybe she didn't understand this stuff as well as she thought. Her school workload this year was so heavy, what with all the senior AP classes and the time she spent at practice and everything. God, how was she ever going to keep up? She needed to stop letting her mind wander so much. She reached for a bottle of lotion on her desk; the air was so dry in this stupid house. She rubbed lotion over hands and elbows, trying to shake her suddenly gloomy thoughts. "I am focused and interested," she said softly as she repeated one of her affirmations and got back to studying. Chapter Five: As I had hoped, Jessica quickly settled into a routine of coming home from school and immediately asking me to hypnotize her. For the next few weeks I reinforced her affirmations and all of the suggestions I had already given her. I was eager to move forward with my plans, but it took time to internalize these things and I needed to be careful before venturing into more...delicate...areas. Fortunately I could monitor the process by observing Jessica's mood. At first the happy bounciness only lasted until dinner time, if that. Then, gradually it lasted thru breakfast the next morning. Finally, it got to the point where her sense of happiness and good mood lasted all the way until the next session when she got home from school. After a couple of days of that I decided it was time to move forward. I had Jessica in a deep trance and had already dispensed the usual reinforcements. With the increasing speed with which she entered her trance, I found that I only needed about 15 minutes to get to this point now. "Jessica, let's talk about Todd for a little." "Ok. What about him?" "I'd like to talk about why you're worried about your relationship with him." "Well, he's really popular and good looking. Which is nice, but he also gets a lot of attention from other girls. And he likes to flirt with them." "Do you think he's cheating on you with them?" Whisper In My Ear "No...I don't think so. But I'm not as sure as I'd like to be." "And that bothers you?" "Yes." "What would you like to be able to do about it?" "I'd like to know I could trust him more." Duh. "And how would you know you could trust him more?" "I'm not sure. I guess if I saw him flirting with other girls less. Maybe if he could convince me he likes me the best." An opening. "Jessica, do you know what role play is?" "I guess. Kind of like acting?" "Exactly. Sometimes role playing can help us confront the things we are worried about. Help us to work out these things in our head and get past them." "Ok." "Good. Now, remembering that the room will draw away any anxiety you have about the things you talk about, I want you to imagine I'm a friend of yours and Todd's. I know both of you really well. I'm a trusted friend and confidant to both you and Todd. Do you understand?" "Yes. You are my friend and Todd's friend. We both trust you." "That's exactly right. Now, we're going to have a conversation about Todd and I want you to ask me what you would like know about him. Also, if you want I can talk to Todd for you in a way that won't make him angry or upset no matter what you say. You are completely safe no matter what we talk about or what you say. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Good. Now, would you like to talk about what's going on between you and Todd?" "Sure! Brian, I've seen Todd flirting with other girls. It makes me mad." "Of course. It's so unfair to you. But you're very pretty. Guys must flirt with you as well?" Jessica sighed and pouted a little. "Well sure. But I never flirt back because I want to be a good girlfriend. I'm worried that Todd likes flirting with those other girls." "Hmm. Are you sure that Todd knows you're not flirting back? Maybe he just thinks it's an innocent game everyone plays." Jessica frowned. "Maybe..." "I know Todd and I care about you. We wouldn't want you two to fight over a misunderstanding." "No, I suppose that wouldn't be good." "Ok then. Just to be safe, why don't you tell me what you have seen and I'll talk to Todd about it. Try to get him to understand." "Yah, that would be ok. Well, the other day I caught him checking out Melissa's chest when he thought I wasn't looking..." This went on for several minutes as she dished about Todd's various flirtations around school. Each time I sympathized with how that made her feel and told her I understood. That I would talk to Todd about it. And I reminded her that each story was a burden lifted by me and the room. After that I finished up with the usual stuff about how good she felt and brought her out of the trance. When she woke up Jessica came over and gave me a big hug, telling me how much she appreciated me doing this for her. I gave her an 'Aw shucks' smile and told her I was just happy I could help. Chapter Six: The next day when I had my session with Jessica I told her I had talked to Todd and he had passed along some stuff. Jessica seemed eager to hear how he had responded. "What did he say?" "First of all, he said he was sorry he made you feel that way. He said he thought you also flirted with guys and he thought it was harmless. But he promised to pay more attention to how you feel from now on." Jessica's eyes were wide open and brimming with relief. Incidentally, this is another misconception about hypnotism. That people in a trance must have their eyes closed and be lying down or whatever. Not true. You can be in a complete trance state and still look wide awake. "Oh man, I'm so glad! I was worried about what he might say. Thank you so much!" Jessica leaned forward and gave me a tearful hug. I told her I was happy to help and asked if there was anything else she wanted to talk about. "No, I guess that's about it for now. Really, you've done so much for me already." "Ok. Well, just remember that I'm here for you anytime you need me. All you need to do is ask. Now just relax and sleep." Jessica slumped forward like a marionette whose strings had been cut. It was a little weird seeing her go from animated and engaged to slumped over like that, but I quickly began the process of bringing her out of the trance. "I'm going to count to 10. As I count you will leave the relaxation room and begin climbing back up the stairs. As you climb you will become more and more awake. When you reach the top of the stairs..." Chapter Seven: Jessica fumed as she stood talking with her friend Jennifer. The two were shooting daggers across the room at Todd, who was shamelessly flirting with Tina, a cheerleader a year younger than them. "Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. I just talked to him about this a few days ago. He promised, Jen! He promised he would stop doing this kind of stuff!" Jennifer put her arm comfortingly around her friend. "It'll be ok. What goes around comes around, right?" "Yah," Jessica said, casting a last withering glance at Todd before turning away, "it will. If he wants to be a big fat liar and flirt with all the girls in school, fine. Two can play at that game. Let's get out of here." Chapter Eight: "Because I'm angry with you," Jessica said as she glared at me, arms crossed defensively. "You told me Todd said he would stop flirting with those girls. Then he just did it again today!" "I'm really sorry. I just told you what he told me. I never thought he would lie to me." Yah right. I had counted on Todd doing what Todd always did. But I needed to be careful here; we were at a critical juncture. Jessica harrumphed and looked away, clearly still upset. "Really, Jess. I would never lie to you. What can I do to make it up to you? What would you like to see happen?" Jessica looked back at me, her eyes softening a little. "I guess it's not your fault. It just makes me mad is all. What I'd really like to do is..." Jessica trailed off, reluctant to vocalize her thought. "Unspoken desires are like secrets Jessica. Would you agree with that?" Jessica squirmed a little, mulling it over. "Yah, I guess." "And secrets are burdens. Remember that here in the relaxation room, you can lift those burdens by saying them out loud and letting the room carry them away for you." Jessica sighed, uncrossing her arms in a symbolic gesture of dropping her defenses. "Ok. I just wish that I could make Todd feel what I feel when he flirts with girls like that." "You know I think you're a pretty girl. Why not just flirt with some boys and give him a taste of his own medicine?" Jessica looked a little shocked. "But you're his friend. How could you be ok with that?" "I'm your friend too, Jess. Plus, Todd lied to me as well and I feel bad that I misled you." Jess leaned forward and patted my arm consolingly. "It's not your fault, Brian. You were just being a good friend and trying to help. I was just upset is all. Besides, you're right. I should give him a taste of his own medicine. It's just..." "Just what?" "Well, if I flirt with some boys at school it will get around. And then people will call me a slut or whatever." "Hmm. I hadn't thought of that. Well, maybe you could flirt with me instead." Jessica looked embarrassed. "Brian. I can't flirt with you. You're...well..." Jessica trailed off. "Just a trusted friend," I said, cutting her off before she could finish the thought. "I know, I get it. I'm certainly not suggesting anything too racy. That might be uncomfortable for both of us. But maybe something light and fun. And since I can tell Todd anything without him getting angry I can tell him what happened without upsetting him. It would be just enough to let him know he couldn't treat you like he does." Jessica unconsciously brought her hand up to the corner of her mouth and nibbled on her nail. She was anxious. "Couldn't you just say that I flirted with you? Make it up? How would Todd know the difference?" Damn. Disappointing, but not entirely unexpected. Overcoming a social moiré like this couldn't be done in a day, I knew. I had just gotten excited at the prospect of a big leap. Mentally I scaled back my eagerness. "Of course. I would be happy to do that for you. Consider it done." Jessica brightened immediately. "Oh, thank you Brian! You're such a good friend." "And sleep. I'm going to count to ten, and with each number you are going to climb up further and further..." Chapter Nine: Jessica stared at her brother across the room, lost in thought. On the one hand, he had been so nice to her lately. The hypnotism sessions left her feeling amazing. Better than she had in a long time. And he was also...nicer to her. Less creepy somehow. But on the other hand, she just got a vibe that made her uncomfortable. He just seemed to look at her like... Or did he? Jessica watched him laughing at the show the family was watching. Was it all in her head, she wondered? After all, she was pretty sure she knew everything that was going on when he had her hypnotized and there was nothing particularly weird about it. All that was happening was that he was helping her to feel better. Happier and more relaxed. Maybe she had misread him all along. This last month, spending all this time together, she had come to see him as more of a friend. A confidant. It was just a big is change was all. That must be it, she thought, relaxing a little. She was just feeling strange about this new facet of their relationship as siblings. It just took some getting used to. Suddenly overcome by regret for her mistrustful nature, Jessica climbed out of her seat and gave her brother a big hug. "You're the best bro," she said, giving him a little peck on the cheek. Brian looked mildly embarrassed. Her parents exchanged a startled look at this unusual and unexpected détente between contentious siblings. Chapter Ten: "So how do you feel?" "Mmm. So relaxed and nice. I love coming here." "Excellent. So what should we talk about?" Jessica sat up and looked expectantly at me. "Are you kidding? I want to know how it went." I paused, letting the tension build a little. "I think it went well. He was surprised, I think. But I think he got the message." "What did you tell him, exactly?" "That you flirted with me. That you were really sexy with me." Jessica looked slightly disappointed. "Is that all? I want details so I know how to respond if he asks." "I didn't know what to say. I'm not really sure how girls flirt." "Well, you know. Touching your arm, playing with my hair. Giggling at your jokes. That kind of stuff." "Oh. No, I didn't say any of that." "Well why not? Without the details he won't believe you. That's probably why I saw him flirting with Kelly today," she pouted. "I'm really sorry, Jess. I'm just not very good at making stuff like that up. Maybe you could tell me exactly how you would flirt with me. So I can get the details right." Jessica nibbled nervously on her nail, a sign that she was conflicted. This time I decided to push a little by not saying anything. After a long stretch where I convinced myself it wasn't going to work, Jessica finally seemed to resolve some inner struggle and relax. "Ok. Tell him I came up to you and put my hand your arm. Kind of stroking it. And I asked how you were and you made some little joke. And I laughed and playfully slapped my hand on your chest. But I didn't pull it back right way. I kind of let it stay there, you know? And maybe leaned into you just a little. "And we talked but I didn't pull away, just kind of...lingered next to you, talking about some stuff. And when we finished I gave you a big hug that lasted just a second too long to be completely innocent. You know what I mean?" Oh man. Deflate the balloon, deflate the balloon. I struggled to keep my arousal in check as I listened to my little sister describe a highly erotic flirtation with her own brother. God I wanted her. But I needed to keep it together here. "Yah. No, I get it. That's very...vivid. Thank you," I said, my voice cracking just a little despite my best attempt to keep my mind from wandering to a dozen images of Jessica fucking me with animal lust in her eyes. "I think I have enough to tell Todd a convincing story." Jessica leaned back, a satisfied smile on her face. "It better be. That's some of my best stuff." I coughed and adjusted my clothes, regaining my composure. "And sleep." Jessica immediately went marionette. Time for a little change. "Jessica, I want you to imagine the last time you saw Todd flirting with a girl. You will stay very relaxed and feel no pain while doing so, but I want you to try and remember what you were feeling when it happened." "Angry and hurt. And a little competitive, I suppose." "Competitive?" "Well, yah. I want Todd to see me as the prettiest girl in the room. Not some skank who only likes him because he has a nice car." "Ok. I want you to think of those emotions as note cards. Each note card has the name of the emotion on it. Can you imagine that?" "Yes." "What do they say?" "Angry. Hurt. Competitive." "Good, now I want you to imagine a mail slot in your mind. One end is in your everyday world and one end is here in the relaxation room. Do you understand?" "Yes." "From now on, when you see Todd flirting with another girl I want you to say to yourself 'mail slot' and slide all of those note cards thru the slot. Do you understand?" "Yes. When I see Todd flirting with another girl I'll put those feelings onto note cards and slide them thru to the relaxation room by saying 'mail slot'." "Very good. And then we can talk about those note cards when you come back to the relaxation room. Do you think you can do that?" "Yes, I think I can do that." "Good, now why don't you say it again for me..." Chapter Eleven: Jessica watched emotionless across the room as Todd talked to some younger girl she didn't recognize. Her friend Jennifer was there, with a sympathetic look on her face. "Sorry Jess. I wish he would stop doing this to you." Jessica looked for a couple of seconds longer and then shrugged her shoulders. "Eh, mail slot." Jennifer looked confused. "What?" Jessica smiled at her. "Nothing. Come on, let's get to class. I wanna see how I did on that pop quiz yesterday." Chapter Twelve: "So how many cards do you have?" "Twelve. Four of each." In a single day? I blinked in surprise. Did these kids actually do any schoolwork? "Ok, let's look at the cards." "Ok." "I wonder. If you put just two of the cards together, what would you get?" "I don't know." "For example, if you put together the anger and hurt cards, what are they together?" Jessica paused, processing. "Vengeful, I guess." "And what about hurt and competitive?" Another pause. "Lonely." "Let's try for something a little more productive." Jessica furrowed her brow for a minute. "Passionate?" "Good. What about anger and competitive?" "Motivated." "Very good. Now, I want you to hold on to those cards. I want you to look at them and give them each a color. What color would they each be?" "Anger would be black, I guess. Hurt would be blue. And competitive would be green." "Excellent. From now on, when you see Todd flirting with another girl I want you to collect those cards. Put them in the mail slot, just like you have been. But from now on, whenever you like you can think of two colors together and bring those cards out to you. Then you can use those cards to motivate you on your own terms. "For example, if you were trying to drive yourself during a competition you would think of..." "Black and green. I get it," she said, smiling. "Very good. Now repeat the color combinations again..." Chapter Thirteen: Jessica stood at the edge of the mat, focusing on her breathing. Deep breath in, deep breath out. "Black and green. Black and green," she muttered under her breath. Everything came into sharp focus. The noise of the crowd fell away. She could do this. She threw her hands down and rushed forward, every step perfectly timed and planned. When she finished there was a hush in the crowd, then an explosion of applause. She was dimly aware of her teammates and coach rushing up to her, hugging and jumping around in glee. Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for him. There was Todd, shouting happily and applauding. She smiled back at him and waved. There was Mom and dad, beaming proudly. Dad was giving her his geeky thumbs up. She laughed. And there he was. Her brother, Brian. Doffing his imaginary cap. She giggled, her heart beating a thousand beats per minute. I owe him so much, Jessica thought. All of this. All of this was possible because of his help. She curtsied with an imaginary skirt, not wanting to take her eyes off him. Chapter Fourteen: The night of the gymnastics competition had been electric. I had worn a blue and green shirt, hoping it would have an effect on her. It had succeeded beyond my wildest dreams. Jessica's eyes had been glued to me all night after the match, a flush in her cheeks that told me things were definitely proceeding as I had hoped. The family had gathered in the kitchen for celebratory ice cream Sundays and then our parents had said good night and headed up to bed. Jess and I stayed in the kitchen, playing with the pools of melted ice cream in our bowls and talking. "I couldn't have done it without you, you know," Jessica said, looking shyly over at me. "Of course you could. Hypnotism isn't magic. I just helped you focus what was already there inside of you." Jessica swirled her spoon thru a cloud of ice cream and chocolate, looking slightly troubled. "So, everything I...feel...is something that was already inside my head?" "Yup, all you. You get all of the credit sis." Jessica stared quietly for a few seconds, then licked her spoon and got up from the table to put her dish in the sink. To this day I wonder if it was a happy accident or on purpose, but as she turned to leave she smiled and held open her arms for a hug. I noticed a few drops of melted ice cream on her chin and got up. "Jess, you've got a little..." I used my finger to scoop up the drops off her chin and showed them to her. Jessica reached up with both hands and gently guided my hand to her mouth. Her tongue rolled out and sensuously licked my finger clean. Then she pulled my finger in her mouth and gently sucked, her eyes wide and innocent and locked on mine. I'm pretty sure I forgot to breath for a few seconds. Finally she pulled my finger out of her mouth. "Every drop is precious. Night bro." And then she left, a sly little smile on her lips. I could have sworn I heard her say "That's how you flirt with a boy!" but there was too much blood pounding in my ears to be sure. I had to reach over and grab the table for support; I thought my knees were going to buckle. Chapter Fifteen: I had almost headed up to her room that night, certain I had finally reached my goal. In retrospect I'm glad I didn't, since the next day Jessica barely acknowledged me at all. She wasn't hostile, just...avoiding me. Somehow we were never in the same room together alone and Jessica didn't approach me about having another hypnotism session. A week went by and I began to fear that I had blown it somehow. Maybe I had pushed for too much too soon. But as luck would have it my fortunes improved after a little misfortune for Jessica. I was sitting in the living room, hoping for but not really expecting Jessica to come home and ask for a hypnotism session. A half hour of the alone time had already gone by and I was just about to give up and head up to my room for a little masturbation when the door flew open and Jessica came rushing in, eyes puffy and makeup smeared. Whisper In My Ear "Jess? Are you ok?" "Oh Brian!" she said, dropping her bag and rushing over to climb in my lap. She buried her head in my chest and wrapped her hands around me, sobbing. I held her and stroked her hair for a few minutes, not quite sure what else to do. Finally she relaxed and looked up at me, beautiful blue eyes brimming with tears. "Todd dumped me! He told me he loves me but he's not in love with me, whatever the hell that means." "Oh Jess, I'm so sorry." No I wasn't. Jess was out of that losers league anyway. But that's the kind of stuff people say in these situations. "Could...could you maybe hypnotize me? Make it not hurt?" "Oh Jess," I said with genuine sympathy. "No. I mean yes, I can hypnotize you. But I can't just take away all of the pain. Maybe I could help you cope with it, but not get rid of it all together. I'm so sorry." "Please Brian? I'll really try. I swear." "Oh honey," I said, leaning my head down to place a kiss on her forehead. At the last second she looked up and I found myself kissing her on the lips. Our eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity and then suddenly my tongue was in her mouth. Our tongues danced against and intertwined with one another and I could hear Jess moaning in a way that made me crazy with desire. Her hands were running thru my hair and down my chest. I wanted to rip off every shred of our clothing and take her right there in the living room, the way I had so many times in my fantasies. We made out for a few minutes, although it could have been a few hours for all I knew. I had just reached up under her blouse to fondle her tits when suddenly she tensed and grabbed my hands. "Oh god, Brian. Stop! We need to stop before we do something we can't take back," she whispered urgently. It took every ounce of self-control I had to reign myself in. I must have looked...I don't know. Jessica grabbed my face in her hands and held it there. "Oh baby, I know. This is all my fault. I'm just feeling scared and lonely. I shouldn't have started this, I know." I tried to collect my thoughts. "But...well...maybe we could just..." Jessica smiled. "Oh, Brian. We're brother and sister; we can only make out a little." She smiled and I started laughing. Soon both of us were laughing so hard we were crying. The laughter settled into little giggles and Jessica put her head back on my chest while I stroked her hair. "You're a good kisser," Jessica complimented. "So are you." Jessica sighed. "Oh man, I really want to keep on kissing you. How messed up is that?" "No more messed up than me wanting to keep on kissing you." I sat there, my mind racing as I tried to think of a way to get back to where we were before. I had wanted this for so long, but it had happened ahead of my plans and I found myself flustered, unable to find a way to make it happen again right away. Finally, Jessica slid up and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "I know I should feel more guilty about what just happened. But I've been wanting so badly to show you how grateful I am for helping me these last couple of months. Maybe this was it." "Jess. This doesn't have to change anything. I mean, we can..." Jessica touched my face lovingly, a sad look in her eyes. "We can what, Brian? Keep on making out? Keep on pawing at each other until we can't stop ourselves? We can't do that! Think of what would happen if we got caught. My god, it would kill mom and dad. And it would ruin both of our lives." Jessica got up off the chair and smiled at me, then collected her bag and headed upstairs. Damn. Chapter Sixteen: There seemed to be a note of finality in her tone when she stopped us; I didn't expect to see her again for another hypnotism session. So when I was in the living room a few days later actually reading, I was surprised to hear her open the door and walk into the room. I looked up and nearly had a heart attack. She was wearing acid-washed jean shorts and a black semi-transparent half-tee, which wasn't exactly unusual. But she was also wearing shiny red lipstick, false lashes, and had her hair all teased out. This was a woman on the hunt. She practically oozed sex as she strutted into the living room, eyes locked on mine, tossing her bag towards the stairs without looking. I swear that someone had put a spot light on her and flipped on a fan to create a breeze that gently caught her hair as she strutted. I was instantly hard as a rock; I can't tell you how many fantasies I've had over the years that started with something just like this. She walked over to the sofa without saying a word, a sly little smile on her lips. Then she had a seat and slipped off her flip-flops, maintaining that eye contact that had become almost painful. Every caveman cell in my body wanted to growl and leap at her. Take her with animal lust over and over, planting my seed in her. But she had stopped me the other day; she wasn't ready for that yet. I needed to maintain my cool and see what her angle was first. "Brian, do you want me right now?" I knew I had to be careful here. I wanted to say yes and charge her like a bull, hoping that her question was an invitation. But she had stopped me the other day when we were kissing. And that was during a vulnerable moment after she had just been dumped and needed to feel desirable again. Now, after several days of cooling off, how likely was it that she was suddenly reversing everything she had said before? But why else would she do this? I had to think this thru logically. Ok, all the training made her want to see me as a trusted friend, an alter ego that I had created to straddle the worlds between boyfriend and brother. I had hoped in time to transfer enough of her emotions from her boyfriend to the alter ego that I could seduce her, but when she stopped us a few days ago it seemed clear that I hadn't advanced that process far enough to get her to the point where she would be propositioning me now. Ok, so where was she in the process? Clearly she was far enough along that she felt comfortable displaying her sexuality to me. The finger licking in the kitchen and the way she was dressed now showed that she was comfortable with me finding her desirable. But when we kissed, she was uncomfortable, not with the act necessarily but with the idea of us as a romantically engaged couple. So what, she just wanted to tease me? Oh god help me if she got stuck at that stage. I'd end up having to kill myself! Ok, so what else? Well, there was the original reasons; the affirmations and focus, but she had enough of those already to be ok with school and the gymnastics season was over. There was also the training I had put in to encourage her to feel good after the sessions so that she would keep coming back, but why would she be dressed like this because of that? Unless...unless this was a test. It finally clicked. It fit. Jessica wanted to come back for another session, especially during a rough time of emotional upheaval. It was like a port in a storm. But she also didn't want to risk a physical romantic relationship with me, which was still too taboo for her. She might not have been consciously aware of my strategy, but she probably suspected there was a connection between her newer emotions for me and our sessions. What to do then? If you're Jessica, you dress up and act as sexy as you can in an effort to see if I would jump at an opportunity to get physical with her. If I did it meant I couldn't be trusted and she would drop the hypnotism, pleasurable or no. But if I exerted self-control... "Jessica, I'm sorry. Look, it's not that I'm not flattered. I really am. You know I think you're beautiful and sexy as hell," I risked adding, "but you were right the other day. We can't do this with each other. We're just close friends, is all." I avoided saying brother and sister, instead steering her towards my alter ego as her best friend and confidant. Her face softened and she stepped towards me with open arms. "Oh Brian, thank god you feel the same way! I've missed talking to you so much!" I returned her hug, making it big and affectionate but avoiding making it too long, if you know what I mean. After a few seconds I held her at arm's length. "Would you like to go to the relaxation room?" "Yes, please!" she beamed and hurried over to the couch. "Sleep!" I said as I snapped my fingers. Chapter Seventeen: The first couple of sessions after that I spent focused on reinforcing her existing suggestions, mostly the ones about how pleasurable the sessions were and how thinking about what was said in the relaxation room brought all her troubles back in a very distracting way. I fought my instinct to press forward full steam ahead, since that is exactly what almost blew the whole thing. I needed to be in control of this process if it was going to work. But finally I felt I had brought her back to a point where I could build from. Jessica was sitting Indian style on the sofa, back in her baggy sweats and oversize tee. I sighed inwardly; the same outfit that had once driven me wild was a major disappointment now that I had seen what she could be wearing. Oh well. "Jessica, I was hoping we could talk about some of the stuff that happened between us." Jessica sighed, then leaned back to look at me, a confident look on her face. "Yah. I figured we'd have to talk about this eventually. We're good friends, but you have the hots for me." Ugh. Pretty girl arrogance. But it wasn't a problem, in fact... "Oh. Um. Look, Jessica, you know I think you're very pretty. I mean, sexy even. But I didn't give you the green light for any of your behavior. What I meant when I said we should talk is that we should green light a serious discussion..." I went on for a few more sentences, awkwardly throwing in the word green over and over. The subtext of my rambling was clear, though: "You're great, but this was all you and I'm just not that into you." I watched her face, noting the play of emotions. Surprise, when she realized I wasn't going to beg her for her booty. Anger, when I seemed to drop all of the responsibility on her lap as a failed temptress, and resolve as she formulated a response. "Well thank you so much for telling me like it is, Brian. I didn't realize I was being so inappropriate. But thank goodness I have a friend with as much self-control as you," Jessica said as she shook her hair out of the bun she had it in. "Well I just think it's important for friends to be honest with each other," I said as she nodded and reach up under her shirt to remove her bra. "Oh, I totally agree." "I mean, like I said, it's not that you aren't attractive..." I was rambling again. Jessica was tying her tee in a front knot so that her tits were smashed up against the fabric and her flat belly was exposed. Sweet mother of god, she had a little diamond belly ring. She got up and came strutting over, eyes locked on mine. I could smell a slight hint of perfume on her skin and could just make out the outline of her nipples thru the fabric of her tee. That, in combination with her confident, fluid movement was intoxicating. Holy shit she was sexy! She bent over and placed her hands on my knees, then slowly brushed her lips past mine so that she could whisper in my ear. "Can I have all the money in your wallet?" I squeaked out something incoherent and she slowly reached into my pants to grab my wallet. She smiled at me and opened it, removing the hundred bucks or so I had in it. Then, with a satisfied grin she dropped the wallet back in my lap, tucking the cash inside of her cleavage. "Not attracted to me? Just being a good friend? If I asked you right now for all the money in your bank account, what would you say?" "You win, Jess! You win! Yes, I'm attracted to you. You really turn me on." "Hmph. Glad you could admit it. Think of the money as a lesson," she said, straightening up and heading back to the sofa. Plopping down with a satisfied smirk, she unknotted her shirt and put her hair back in a bun. After a few seconds I recovered my voice. "Ok, fine. We're both responsible for what happened." "Thank you. That's all I'm saying." She smiled over at me, pleased at my capitulation. "Jessica, are you attracted to me?" Her smile faded a little as she considered my question. "I'm not sure. I think I like the feeling I get when I know you find me attractive. But I'm not sure it's appropriate for us to...you know...be together." "What I'm hearing you say is that you like me feeling attracted you?" "Yes." "That you find it empowering?" "Yes." "Even if the attraction is sexual in nature?" Jessica squirmed, uncomfortable at acknowledging this. "I don't know if I would say that..." "But just a minute ago, when you got the money from my wallet, you used your sexuality to do so. Correct?" More squirming. "Yah, I guess..." "And you enjoyed that?" There was a long pause as she mulled that over. Finally, she sighed. "Yah, I suppose that's true." "So you enjoy having me sexually attracted to you." It wasn't a question this time, just a statement. "Yes." "Remember that here in the relaxation room you don't need to fear saying anything. The bigger the secret, the better it will feel when you let the room unburden you." "I remember." "Good. Now please say that you enjoy having me sexually attracted to you." "Mmm. I enjoy having you sexually attracted to me," she sighed. "Say it again in your own words." "I enjoy using my sexuality on you." "Again." "I like turning you on. I like using my sexuality on you to get what I want." "Again..." Chapter Eighteen: After that the floodgates were opened. Jessica flirted with me every chance she got. If she needed a ride somewhere, she flirted. If she wanted me to do some of her chores around the house, she flirted. I made sure to give her a good show each time. It wasn't difficult, since the application of her sexuality in our regular life did leave me flustered and eager to give her whatever she wanted. She never did it around other people unless we were in a place where no one knew us, but even that turned me on. It was like the two of us were sharing a dirty secret, which only made it hotter. She also started dressing to fit her new role of temptress. It became common to "catch" her in various stages of undress or lingerie, which was invariably followed by a request of some sort. The best part was that as the taboo of using her sexuality on me lost its power she got bolder about its application. We continued our sessions throughout, where I encouraged her to think of the experience as empowering. Letting her feel as though she was taking back a measure of control lost to her when Todd dumped her. Her mind, eager to rationalize everything, readily accepted this as a valid reason. I felt like we were approaching another milestone. Our parents were taking off for the weekend. I had heard Jessica begging them for some cash for some big concert on Saturday that all her friends were going to. Their answer had been a solid no; the tickets were over $200 plus all the other expenses. I had a pretty good idea that I was in for a full court press. I was positive when Jess suggested a 'brother sister bonding' night Friday morning just after our parents left. Chapter Nineteen: Jessica peered at herself in the mirror, pursing her lips to make sure the electric pink lipstick was applied evenly. Then she checked out her breasts, making sure that they were tucked into the white half-tee but visible enough to draw a good reaction. Nice, she thought. Finally, she examined her mini-skirt. Was it revealing enough? She thought so. It stopped just short of her thong, hinting at the treasure underneath but not quite revealing it. Perfect, she thought. It was the weekend and their parents had left her and Brian home alone. Her friends were headed to a concert tomorrow night and she really wanted to go, but lacked the funds. Fortunately big brother had some cash, she knew. But he would need some convincing, so she had suggested a brother sister bonding night. He was downstairs right now, having just paid for the pizza she heard delivered a few minutes ago. "When I'm done with him he'll give me his whole savings account," she said to herself. "The big geek will beg me to take his money." She headed downstairs, walking slowly to make sure she didn't stumble in the ridiculous high heels she was wearing. As she came in view of the living room she saw him turn and look. Gasping a little, his eyes followed her every move. "Hey bro. Pizza here?" "Um. Yes, if you want...I mean..." She smiled at his fluster. Sitting down in his lap, she could feel how turned on he was. It was strange and unfamiliar territory, seducing her own brother like this. And she was a little worried that he would interpret this wrong after the make out session they had a few weeks ago, but she loved the rush of power it gave her to know he was under her control. That he wanted her so badly it hurt. Especially since Todd had dumped her; she needed to reclaim a little of her lost power. "Do you want some pizza?," he managed to choke out. "Nope. I just want an evening with you all to myself." She nestled her head in on his shoulder, putting her arms around his waist. "Hmm. This is nice. Only..." Brian's eagerness was barely disguised. "Only what?" "Well," she sighed, "it's just that I'm not in a good mood." "Why not?" "Well, my friends are going to this concert tomorrow and I'm just so bummed that I can't go with them." Brian's cheeks were flushed with desire. He wanted her so bad he couldn't think straight, she knew. "Can I help?" Jessica nuzzled his neck and planted a little kiss on his ear. "Oh, that's so nice of you, Brian." She could feel Brian's hand moving up her leg and under her skirt. "Uh uh uh," she said, catching his hand. "You can look but not touch." Brian groaned in frustration. "Please Jess? I want you so bad." She smiled. "I know." Oh what the hell, she thought. They had already kissed. If they didn't do any more than that it would be ok... "Light a fire and we can make out a little. But only kissing, Brian." "Ok." Brian quickly lit a fire in the fireplace, then scooped her up and set her down in front of it. Jessica giggled at his eagerness, loving the power over him she had. Brian scrambled on top of her and leaned in. She clasped his head in her hands. "Remember. Just kissing." They must have made out for hours; the room was dark except for a dim light from the embers of the fire. Brian was a really good kisser, she remembered with some regret. Maybe this had been a bad idea. She could feel her temperature rising as the evening got late. "Definitely a mistake," she panted later as she arched her back and kicked her heels straight up in the air, her body wracked by a powerful orgasm that splashed all over Brian's face, her hands in his hair and his tongue buried deep inside her, kissing her beneath her skirt. Chapter Twenty: After she came on my face I leaned up and started to unbutton my pants. "No, Brian, please. We can't!" This had already been a big night; I didn't want to push it. But I needed some relief, bad. "What if I just take care of myself, with you here?" Jessica chewed on her lip, conflicted. "Ok fine," she finally said, "but no more touching. We've already gone way too far." I quickly removed my pants and briefs and moved over her, straddling her body. "Brian! Not my face! Here," she said pulling up her shirt and revealing her amazing tits. "You can do...it...on my breasts." I didn't need any more permission than that. I started stroking myself over her, looking at her beautiful face for encouragement. I was so turned on it only took a minute or so and then I was groaning as spurt after spurt of my jism splashed onto those perfect tits.