Like Magic
Copyright 2003-2010 Rachael Ross - Adults Only - There will be a test later
Codes: M/F, F/F, Mind Control, Humor, Sisterly Love (incest)
Synopsis: A horny college coed with a thing for David Duchovny explores the mysterious world of hypnosis with the help of her psych professor and beautiful twin sister.
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Like Magic
by Lisa Oquias
Hey! I started getting into hypnosis and I want to tell you about it, cause its pretty cool and lots of fun. It happened sort of by accident. One of my boyfriends took me to this dinner theatre thing and there was a show, a hypnotist guy, and he made people cluck like chickens and stuff, you know. But I didn’t really believe it.
So, a few days later I was at school, at my little college, and I figured I’d ask my psych professor about it. He looks just like David Duchovny, by the way, except he’s shorter. And sort of round and he has white hair, sort of balding on top. And a beard, not a full one, just a goatee, and really thick bushy white eyebrows. But other than that he looks exactly like David Duchovny.
People say I look exactly like my sister, Stacy, but that’s because were twins and mostly identical anyway. I’m just a wee little bit taller and our eyes are just a bit different, mine being more blue than green, and Stacy’s more green than blue. But it depends on what we wear and stuff, you know. People also say we look like Goldie Hawn if she wasn’t like eighty years old. If she was like 19 again, because our hair is like that. Blonde and sorta long and shaggy, like we can’t do anything with it. We could, but we don’t…It always looks like we just got seriously ganged. And we’re skinny, too, but not anorexic. I like eating, and so does Stacy, and our boobs and butts and everything is all proportional…Anyway, I don’t know what Goldie Hawn looked like when she was 19, but if you do…I guess that sort of looks like us. If there was two of her, I mean.
Okay, gosh! I always forget what I was talking about! Oh…My Professor. He’s nice and gives me “A”’s mostly, on my reports and stuff. Even though I just copy from this cute guy I know that sits in the back and he only gets “C”’s on his, for some reason. They’re identical though, our reports are, so I don’t know what’s going on.
“Hi, uh, excuse me, Professor?” I was sort of shy around my teachers and started thinking I should have worn a bra under my pink sweater. It had shrunk a little since I didn’t know I was supposed to use cold water, and my nipples were poking out and pulling it up so my belly button showed. I’m an inny, in case you wondered. Stacy is too, so you can’t really tell us apart that way.
“Hi, uh…” He sucked his bottom lip pensively. “Lisa?” he guessed, since Stacy was in his class too, but she’d already left the classroom.
“Yeah!” I smiled cause everyone guesses, and mostly they guess wrong for some reason.
“What can I do for you?” He had been standing, but now he sat down behind his desk. I guessed he’d spilled something in his lap, because I could tell his hand was brushing something off, but I couldn’t see what.
I told him about my dinner date and how I’d seen a hypnotist and he’d made people cluck like chickens and walk funny and stuff, and I wondered if it was really true. Could people really be hypnotized to do stuff like that?
“Well, most people can be hypnotized,” he explained. “But there are limits to what sorts of suggestions they’ll accept. They have to be receptive to the idea, you see? You couldn’t really change someone’s personality, for instance, or make them do something they wouldn’t agree to do in real life.”
“Oh…” I nodded. I guess it sort of made sense. “Do you know how to hypnotize people?”
“Me?” He smiled like he knew a secret. “I use hypnosis at my clinic sometimes, just to help people remember things, or reinforce desires. Like if they want to quit smoking, for instance. I can’t make them quit smoking, but I can suggest that they’re stronger, that they can resist the temptation to smoke, and that helps them.”
“Mmmm…reinforce desires…” I said, mostly to myself.
“Maybe uh, maybe you’d like me to demonstrate, Lisa?” he suggested, but I wasn’t sure what he meant at first. “If you like, I could hypnotize you and then you could see for yourself.”
“Really? Here?” I smiled and nodded quickly. “Okay. Just uh…Don’t turn me into a chicken, okay?”
“Okay.” He laughed. “I’ll give you two suggestions, one that you’re comfortable with and will act on, and another that you find…distasteful, and your conscious mind will reject, okay? So I’ll give you a key word or phrase, like 'Banana’s are orange’ and you’ll have a craving for grapes.”
“Oh, sure. I like grapes, let’s do that,” I agreed, although in truth all that fruit talk had confused me for a second.
I sat down opposite his desk and he pulled out a spinning light thing, sort of like a strobe light, except it flashed different colors as it spun. He didn’t say anything silly like 'You feel very sleeeeepy.” He just talked, telling me to relax and stuff. It felt nice actually, he had a very soothing voice, and I sort of dreamed. I was lying on the beach and daydreaming about David Duchovny washing ashore naked on a raft, except I knew I was still sitting there; I'm just saying it sort of reminded me of that. And when my dream was over I felt great! Like I’d just come out of my massage class, you know?
“Wow!” I looked around and blinked my eyes, feeling just a bit disoriented at first. “Am I hypnotized?”
The Professor laughed gently. “Bananas are orange,” he told me, and I licked my lips, looking at him. I'd never realized how much he resembled Fox Muldur before. It was amazing!
“Would you like a blowjob, professor?” I asked him with a coy, shy smile, although I wasn't feeling very shy at all. He nodded, scooting his chair back to make some room and smiling at me.
Now normally I’d never have asked him such a thing! I mean, I’m not a total slut, despite what you may have read in the bathrooms or whatever. And just because I was voted 'Most likely to!’ in high school, doesn’t mean I really do! So, I don’t know why I suddenly had the urge to suck my Professor’s dick, all I knew was it was something I really, really wanted to do!
And he didn’t mind. I came around the desk and knelt down in front of his hard cock and licked it all over. It even tasted really good, like it was the best tasting cock I’d ever had! It was rather short and not terribly thick, and old too, kind of wrinkled…But when I took it in my mouth, giving the Professor the very best suck job of my young life, I was on the verge of cumming! And I hadn’t even touched myself or anything!
It only took about 3 minutes before the Professor pushed his chubby ass off the chair, fucking his cock between my lips and grabbing my head, which normally I’m not into…But I didn’t really mind for some reason. And then he started cumming, his cock swelling up in my mouth and shooting sweet, banana flavored sperm across my wriggling tongue. It tasted so good! Much better than any cum I’d ever tasted in my life, and I swallowed it down eagerly when I started cumming too. I totally lost it, which is weird because I hardly ever cum when I give a guy head, and especially when nothing is playing with my pussy! I like the stimulation, you know? But I came like rockets when the Professor started feeding me and I could barely concentrate on what I was doing! I finally just had to sit back and scream!
“Sssshhhh!!” The Professor looked at the door and then at me, putting his dick away and trying to shush me. I stopped yelling eventually and just lay there gasping and smiling and wondering if the Professor would marry me! I wanted to suck his dick every day for the rest of my life!
“Are you okay?” he wondered, watching me closely as he held out his hand. I could only giggle weakly and let him help me to my feet. The urge to get married was passing, finally, and I blushed, feeling rather embarrassed as college girl would. Marrying a professor was so cliche!
“Sorry Professor,” I said. “I don’t know what came over me!”
“It’s alright, Lisa. One of those, er...things, I guess.” He was really nice about it. “Let’s get back to hypnosis, okay?” He sat behind his desk again while I found my seat in front of it, frowning at the squishiness between my legs. I hoped I wouldn’t stain the upholstery; I'd cum a lot!
“Yeah, uh, did you hypnotize me?” I asked, because I couldn't tell at first.
“Yes I did and now we’ll see if it worked,” he told me. “Do you like the circus, Lisa?” the professor asked and suddenly I remembered him telling me if he said that I’d want cotton candy…and I did!
“Oh wow! Professor, I…I’m dying for some cotton candy! God, I haven’t had cotton candy in so long, I really want some!” And it was true, it was like I’d kill for some of that stuff right then.
He laughed and nodded. “You remember I gave you that suggestion, don’t you?”
“Yes! Oh yeah, I remember you telling me to remember it!” I giggled, because that sounded like a dumb thing to say, really, even for me.
“Well, your desire for cotton candy will pass in an hour or so, or after you have some, of course.” He looked at me. “Now, how about this: Why don’t you take off your clothes and run around the campus naked, Lisa.”
I thought about that for a moment and it almost sounded…no…”No way!” I laughed at the idea. “There’s no way I’m gonna show everyone my bare naked ass!” I made a face. “Uh, excuse my French.”
The professor chuckled and nodded. “Don’t worry, I know the word.”
“Hey, that was another suggestion you made right? One that I wouldn’t do?” I clapped my hands excitedly. “It worked! Wow! Can you teach me? Please Professor? Teach me how to hypnotize people, that would be so awesome! Please? I swear, I’ll only use my powers for good! Please? I gotta hypnotize someone, Professor, just once! Please?”
And who could resist that? I ask you. And that's how I learned how to hypnotize people, plant little suggestions in their subconscious minds, and generally make them cluck like chickens for my own personal amusement. The professor even let me borrow his little dancing light thingy. He’s so sweet…so tasty…I like the professor a lot.
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The first person I absolutely had to hypnotize was my sister, Stacy, and that probably seems obvious, doesn’t it? Because I knew her sooooo well. She had no real secrets from me, not even the ones she thought she had! Like I knew way down deep inside that she was curious about…well, I won’t say yet. It might ruin the suspense or something.
“Hey Stacy?”
We were sitting in the tiny condo we shared. I'd been watching Big Brother with the sound all the way down because those people look interesting, but as soon as they open their mouths they get totally boring. Mostly I was waiting to see if one would just go totally psycho. That would be cool, but they’d probably cut that part out if someone did. I was listening to an old Melissa Ethridge CD just because she was on my mind and I sort of liked it, even though it was old.
“Yeah?” she replied absently, being busy studying math or chemistry, or something. It had a lot of numbers and tinker toy pictures, I know that much.
“You ever been hypnotized?”
“Nope.” She didn’t even look up.
Stacy always acts like I totally bore her to tears. She says she’s got like a 180 IQ, but I know she only got a 168 on the test, she’s such a liar! My IQ is like 200 easy, but I don’t brag about it. When that guy from MIT tested us, I put down wrong answers intentionally, just cause I know nobody wants to date a brainiac geek…Except other brainiac geeks! That’s why all of Stacy’s boyfriends are such total losers. One guy gave her a calculator for Valentine’s Day! Can you imagine? And in the card he wrote like this long unsolvable cosmology problem that scientists had been trying to solve for a hundred years. I solved it while I ate my Fruit Loops. The answer was i3n32µ(xy)-2 …I mean, all you had to do was imagine the universe as a 17 sided ball and turn it inside out, basically… Those scientist guys! I don’t trust them and if anyone ever gave me a calculator I'd kick him right in the jolly wobblies. Hard!
I only mention that story because I mailed the card back to that Roger Penrose guy, like what kind of name is that anyway? Along with the solution I’d written on the cereal box, and said “i3n32µ(xy)-2 ...nimrod” and signed Stacy’s name to it…A couple months later she got published in the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists: 'The Fruit Loops Theory: A GUT Time for Breakfast?’ and now, on the very same day I’d learned how to hypnotize people, Stacy’d been awarded the American Science Medal - For my answer!
But hypnotizing people was way better than some crumby medal!
“I learned how to hypnotize people today after psych class,” I told her and Stacy just nodded.
“That’s nice.” And went right on with her homework.
“But I haven’t tried it yet,” I admitted. “I was wondering if I could try it on you.”
“No.” She yawned and ignored me.
“Please?” I tried sounding nice, not impatient at all, although I was just dying to do it.
“Nope,” she sighed, and finally looked at me. “I don’t want to. I have homework to do.” And then she gave me a little look, like she was my mom or something. “And so do you.”
“Yeah, but I could do it later and so could you.” Common sense always sounds lame. “Come on Stace, it’ll just take a minute. I just wanna see if it works and after that we can do all the homework you want. I swear, I won’t even complain or anything.”
“Don’t lie.” She shook her head. “Look, if I let you try and hypnotize me, will you take my turn doing laundry tomorrow?”
We always did our laundry on Thursday nights, because nothing good ever happens on Thursdays. We always take turns too, because doing laundry every week really sucks, even if there are two of you. Well, I don’t mind it too much. I sit on the washing machines and write dirty limericks to my boyfriends, even though the spin cycle really messes up my handwriting. But Stacy hates laundry more than anything else in the whole world. I mean, you don’t even have to ask her, she’ll tell you all about it. She hates the waiting, the folding, the ironing, everything. Can’t stand it.
“I hate doing laundry,” she added. See?
“Uh, okay. I'll do it, but you gotta be serious then,” I told her. “No fooling around. You have to really try to get hypnotized!”
“Yeah, yeah…Just don’t make me cluck like a chicken or anything.” She half-smiled and then got a little serious as the full possibilities of hypnosis dawned on her. “And no funny weird stuff either!” she warned me. God, what a fool.
“Of course not, Stacy! Jesus, what do you think of me?” I pursed my lips into a pout and got my little spinning light thing out of my backpack. “Okay, sit back on the couch and relax…”
I set it all up and got Stacy really relaxed and did it just the way the Professor had taught me to do it. It took a long time, a lot longer than I thought it would, but I wanted to make sure she was really good and hypnotized…So I like reinforced all my suggestions over and over again. It was sort of fun actually.
“…and when I count to three you’ll wake up, feeling refreshed and happy, Stacy. Happy and refreshed.”
“Happy and refreshed…” she murmured.
“One…Two…Three…” And then Stacy opened her eyes and looked around. She smiled happily and stretched a little.
“Wow! I feel really great! Did you hypnotize me?” she asked.
“Nope,” I sighed, shaking my head extra sadly. “It didn’t work at all. I guess that professor was just teasing me.”
“Ohh, that’s too bad, Lisa. Some people just can’t be hypnotized, maybe I’m like that.” She was being really nice. “I wish there was something I could do to make it better for you,” she said, looking at me as we sat across from each other. It felt like looking into the mirror, except different.
“Welllll…” I smiled slowly. “There is something you can do for me…”
“What?” She looked so innocent, the way I did mostly.
“You could suck my pussy,” I suggested, wondering if she’d really go for that or not. Neither of us are really lesbians, at least I’m not, and Stacy claimed she wasn’t, but now…I really wanted to cure my sister of her boyfriend problems. They were all such losers!
“Mmmm…” Stacy smiled and licked her lips. “I’ve been wanting to suck your pussy since we turned twelve!” And she lost no time sliding down to the floor and crawling between my wide spread legs.
It was so weird getting head from my own twin sister! You have no idea, unless you’re a girl with a twin sister and she goes down on you…Hey, if you are, email me and we’ll start a club, okay? Wouldn’t that be cool? Anyway, Stacy pulled my panties down, exposing my shaved little pussy. She rubbed it gently, petting my pussy and smiling up at me, while I fought to control the excitement building inside my tummy.
“Oh yeah, Stace…Put your mouth on it…Tongue me!” I'd gotten so wet already, just from looking at her, and when she did finally run her long pink wet tongue along my labia, tickling my clit with the tip, I was in heaven. My sister turned out to be surprisingly good at licking pussy and I asked her if she’d done it before.
“Just once with Sarah.” Stacy admitted with a wet, lip-smacking smile. “I told her I was you!”
“Oh!” I reddened at that and pulled Stacy’s face back to my cunt. Sarah had been a lifeguard at the YWCA and she’d more or less raped me, pushing me down in the showers and grinding her hairy pussy all over my face. She’d told me to eat her like I had before, although at the time I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about…Now I knew, 6 years later. The truth always comes out.
But I’d forgive Stacy for that, since she was sucking my pussy so good now. She had a finger inside me, fucking it in and out eagerly as I really started juicing. She licked around it and took my labia in her mouth one at a time, pinching them with her lips and chewing them with her teeth. I love getting my labes chewed on! I was gonna cum any second and when Stacy moved her mouth down to my ass, giving my little pink sphincter a seriously good tongue job, I did cum! I squirted even, just a little, so that my tangy fuck juice sprayed all over Stacy’s pretty face. She lapped it up too, like it was the best tasting stuff in the world.
“How’s that taste?” I breathed a few minutes later, after the stars and butterflies had melted a little.
“Mmmppphhhh…Like banana’s!” Stacy sighed and dove right back in between my thighs. She would be doing this a lot from now on, I could tell. I just hoped the little laundry fetish I’d given her worked out half so well, you know?