Chapter 9

“Oh my god, what have we gotten ourselves into?” I asked as the wind whipped through my hair. The truck sped up immediately after we got out of the parking lot. Deuce drove like a maniac. He stopped fast and slammed on his breaks at every red light and then he insisted on revving up the engine before it turned green.

I assumed Deuce was doing this intentionally to make the ride as bumpy and unpleasant as possible.

It was thrilling to ride naked in public on a highway. We were down low enough that we didn’t think anyone other than a guy in a semi-truck might see us and so far, there hadn’t been any. I could feel the harsh wind whipping across my tits, and face and the sensation was far from relaxing or pleasant – even though I could feel endorphins coursing through my body.

“What do you mean?” my sister asked. She kept fingering the metal chain around her neck like I did. I liked that we matched. The chain looked good on her – so obviously it would look good on me.

I couldn’t believe I had to explain it to her. “You have jizz all over your face, no clothes, our parents may not know where we are, and you have to ask what I mean?”

“Last night, you said you wanted this!” my sister had to yell into oncoming air so that I could hear her over the engine and the sounds of traffic.

“Yeah, but now I really believe I have been hypnotized. Doesn’t that freak you out? Not knowing who you really are? Scotty made me want this.”

I licked the salty cum from my sister’s face. The distinction between whether I was doing this because I was hypnotized or I wanted to had blurred to the point that I really didn’t care. I also felt if Scotty was watching in the rear view mirror, he would expect to see a show.

“So? Are you having fun?” she asked.

“Fun? You got your ass beat with a belt, and I can still see the welts on your butt.”

“Yeah, I see why you are a pain slut now. All these tiny little sparkles started popping on my skin, after he finished spanking me. He told me to visualize each nerve ending delivering dopamine from the source of the pain to my brain for a natural high. I brought it on myself anyway. I confronted him about erasing my personality and replacing it with this one. Do you want to know what he said?”

Obviously, I did.

“He said that I wasn’t fundamentally any different than I used to be. I am still the same person with the same experiences, just a different perspective and attitude. I don’t have the same memory loss that you do but even if I did - Scotty told me something that really put me at ease.”

We stopped so abruptly at a red light that the tires squealed, and our heads slammed into the back of the truck bed. My tits bounced and I saw a guy in a truck next to us. He was able to see right into the back. He smiled.

I waved awkwardly and so did my sister.

He waved at us, tipped his cowboy hat, and then the light turned green, and we moved on.
I didn’t expect him to take it so lightly. If he had been a police officer or a mom with kids in the truck – it may have gone differently. My sister was tickling me with her tongue as she licked my chest to clean me up.

“Scotty explained to me that we evolve every day. The person Dad was at 15 years old, is not the man he is now at however old he is. He has grown into a man with responsibilities, and a family. The priorities that were important to him back then are not the same ones he had.”

“Yeah, but shouldn’t we CHOOSE our own priorities. He chose them for me!”

“Well, I asked him something like that too, although maybe not quite as politely as you put it,” my sister chuckled. “I was furious, because I must have been hypnotized before you. I’ve been feeling horny for weeks. I thought he set me up to ask for all these extreme rules, but he told me that was all my idea. He just brought out a version of me that always existed – a better one.”

“How do you know the person you are is better? I love this! I love stroking your hair and kissing your nose and lips. You are my sister. I shouldn’t like this – I shouldn’t want to do this right now. It’s scary, it’s dangerous, its humiliating and it’s incest.”

“So? I like it, you like it. What is the harm? But I am glad you asked that. It’s definitely taboo and scary and most people would think we are total freaks. Mom and Dad would lose their shit and disown us or send us to a mental hospital. I will just that I know I was no angel before the hypnosis. I was no perfect person. I like who I am now. I smile a lot. I have fun. I am terrified of being pulled over by a cop just like you are, and even more horrified that the jack ass in the driver’s seat is going to wreck and get us all killed. However, I am rolling with it. I think I was risk averse when I was my old self. I think I never took chances or said exactly what I meant. I think I felt I was in your shadow because of your huge boobs and personality.”

I nodded – that was very flattering. I considered myself to be a fat cow, but it was nice to hear that I intimidated someone.

“I think our brother can put us back to how we were. He alluded to the fact that the programming he gave us can be deprogrammed. He said that most people can’t go back to who they used to be. Dad could ACT like a 15 year old version of himself – but he is now a collection of experiences and perspectives that would still make him different than the boy he was.”

That was deep – a little over my head.

“I guess you have to ask yourself this question. I did and I would like to know your answer because frankly having you in this with me – is one of the reasons that I find it fun.”

“What is the question?” I smiled at my sister.

We were parking somewhere – so she had to ask fast.

“You don’t know exactly who you were, but before you ask to be put back to way things were - Are you happy with the person you are now? Do you like being turned on? I got finger fucked on the way to school and I wondered why I never thought to simply ask someone to play with my pussy before. It seemed like a win/win – they like it, you like it. I don’t think I want to go back to being stingy with my body and unwilling to take chances. Do you?”

I didn’t know how to answer.

“Look, all I am suggesting is that I don’t know if hypnosis is real or not. I think it’s better to just roll with it. If it is real, then what choice do we have? If it is not, then we are playing the biggest fucking trick on Scotty and he and his friends think we have to do whatever he tells us – but we can quit whenever want.”

“It’s just I don’t want to quit,” I replied reluctantly. My sister didn’t have to say anything for me to know she felt the same way. We were stopped now, and my brother would be coming to get us.

The boys pulled down the lift gate and laughed at our naked bodies huddled together when we parked. Scotty took a picture of us laying on top of each other in the nude. I didn’t know where we were. I had lost track of time. “Did you put us in a trance again, Sir?”

“No, you dunce. I just took your picture. Smile for the camera and wave,” he said. I waved and smiled a big broad happy smile. It was the fake one I used for family pictures – that was obviously fake.

Why could I remember doing that? Why could I not remember being a smoker though?

Master tossed us our school clothes and permitted us to get dressed. I was happy to do it. We were in the parking lot of our local mall. I got most of my stuff on Amazon these days and the mall was in decline but there were still cars and shoppers around and we could be caught at any moment.

“Step into the position,” Master said.

“Hold my ass cheeks apart or not, Sir?” I asked as I stepped down from the truck bed to join the guys next to Scotty and assume my position. I didn’t mind doing it either way, in fact I was hoping he’d tell me I had to grab my own ass and stand in the parking lot that way. It would be funny.

“In public places like this, you just stand with your hands behind your back,” Scotty said. “I am not angry with you for asking a clarifying question. We are making progress. You sometimes make the wrong assumption and this time you asked me. I am sorry for how bitter I sounded earlier,” my brother apologized. It didn’t seem necessary though.

“You can hurt my body, you can hurt my feelings if you want as well,” I shrugged as I stood before him in line with my sister, placed my hands behind my back, stuck my tits out.

“I want you to both visualize a tree,” my brother spoke softly and serenely. Jim sighed but Deuce stopped him from interrupting. “It is a gentle summer day, it isn’t too hot. The tree is by a spring in a meadow, drawing nutrients from the pond filled with lily pads just beside it. It’s a willow tree ... it’s majestic branches sweep into the water as the tree arches instead of jutting straight up. Can you see it?”

“Yes,” I was there.

“You are the tree, you feel the squirrels climbing you, and the birds nesting in your hair. You are aware of the earth at your feet rooting you to the ground, but when the strong winds blow, you do not break – you bend ... are you there?”

“Yes Sir”

“Good, good, and you are taking a deep breath, and letting it out, okay? You are the tree. I am bending you, Tig, not breaking you. I am shaping the direction you go towards the sunlight and the water that you need. The things you said and did to me in the past are behind you, they are gone now, they cannot be undone or unsaid, but they no longer matter. You will no longer feel guilty about them when you let go of the things you cannot change about the past. Leave those things in the past.”

I was breaking the rules by thinking. These trances might be the source of my memory loss – what if in my head, I had been letting go of the past by forgetting it? My brother took me deeper into the trance and I cannot remember what he said for most of it.

“You are now present in the moment, you are now certain you are Tig, and that hypnosis is bull crap. It does not work, and you are not hypnotized. You are not under some spell – you have free will. You are free to choose who you want to be. You can choose to obey me and go shopping for some new clothes, eat some food at the mall, and visit the arcade, or you can enter the light and turn away, and I will no longer guide you on your path of improvement and perfection. What do you choose, Tig?”

He was speaking directly to me, and my heart was pounding. I felt like I was supposed to say that I wanted to obey him. I did not know what choice to make. I was afraid of making the wrong choice. He prompted me to relax and answer him without thinking, but I could not. “Just say what is in your heart, and it will manifest as reality. I am not your enemy, Tig – I am your owner, but I am setting you free if that is your wish.”