Reminiscing on how it all started in the Fall:

This was all years ago, at the time I was 20 years old starting the Fall college semester in September and studying psychology. I was a sophomore in my second year of state college at the time. One of my classes, PSYC 202, was a course titled: The Power Of Suggestion In Modern Medicine. As I read through the textbook for the course, wrote my weekly reports on what I had supposedly learned, and became involved in the classroom discussions, I got more and more interested in hypnosis and hypnotism.

For most of my younger life I had thought hypnotism was a bad joke, a fraud, or at least a con. A parlor trick done with shills planted in the audience before hand that crafty magicians used on stage to trick gullible audiences with. But, the longer I studied it in my psychology class, the more I came to realize that hypnosis was a very real, very old, phenomenon.

It is a phenomenon that has been used for countless years, really centuries, to control and/or manipulate the subconscience minds of others. It’s all about the power of suggestion and the willingness of the subject to accept a suggestion into their subconscience psyche. With that realization I decided to learn how to hypnotize people myself. First, I went to the college library and checked out some books on hypnotism, Next, I went to several hypnosis stage shows playing around town and watched the acts. Finally, I even went to my psychology professor, who claimed to be a hypnotist himself, and asked for his advice.

The first person I tried to hypnotize was my college roommate at the time. I lived in the coed dorms at the time and he was a muscle headed jock on the football team. He wasn’t very cooperative, joking, laughing, and making fun, as I tried to hypnotize him with the good old classic metronome on the desk before him. I started the metronome’s arm to swinging and told him that he was getting sleepy and that he should concentrate on the sound of my voice as he fell asleep. After three disastrous tries with Al I finally gave up on him and turned my sights to other quarry for my subjects.

Needless to say I didn’t find anyone else in class, or the dorm, willing to let me hypnotize them. That included Sharon my current girlfriend at college who I was going steady with. Well, she said it was a steady relationship anyway. I wasn’t so sure of that sometimes. When I brought up hypnotizing her, she giggled and told ... tattled ... to her girlfriends, and they all said I was weird or a pervert.

Now, Sharon is a real fox, 5 foot 7 or 8, slim 34-25-34, blond hair, blue eyes and a cheerleader. Her girlfriends, also cheerleaders, are all pretty too, but Becky is a tall redhead, 5 foot 10 or 11, well over 6 foot tall in high heels, 39 maybe 40-24-38, and the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. I think she looks a lot like Rita Hayworth. When she gets excited, and/or mad her green eyes go kind of crazy.

Anyway when Sharon told her 5 girlfriends at lunch in the cafeteria that I was some kind of freak and/or pervert and wanted to hypnotize her. I happened to be watching Becky, and I could almost swear that Becky almost volunteered. Anyway she leaned over and whispered something to Sharon and Sharon turned red. After that I finally quit trying.

Christmas Break December:

Weeks latter I was back at home for Christmas Break in December when my 17 year old younger sister, the spoiled brat, wandered into my room complaining she was bored, and she didn’t have anything to do. At the time Mom was busy in the kitchen cooking dinner, and Dad was messing around somewhere outside, so it was just me there to keep Ashley company, or should I say entertained.

Now my sister is not a total airhead, or a dummy by any means, but I did sometimes perceive a slight vacuum between her ears at times. At 17, almost 18, Ashley is ‘totally’ into her friends, American Idol, the Bachelor, the Bachelorette, Survivor, Face Book, Twitter, Instagram, and of course her Apple iPhone. I’m happy to say I’ve personally moved beyond that stage of human development and can honestly say I think for myself now and I prefer my Android Google Pixel 9.

Anyway, the Brat, after telling me she was bored, flopped down on my unmade bed, and grabbed the TV remote off the night stand next to the bed. Then she started flipping through the channels on my small personal TV VCR player (it still works). With that I had my great epiphany, or should I say my wonderful inspiration.

“Hey, I know what you can do Brat, you can help me with my college class project.” I said, as the inspiration struck me between the eyes, and I admit to getting a little excited as I said it. With that the Brat cast a wary distrustful look sideways at me sitting at my computer desk.

“I can’t do college stuff, you know that Dork.” She shot back arrogantly.

“No, No, Ashley, you don’t have to do anything, just let me practice some hypnosis on you.” I explained to her. With that Ashley’s eyes grew large in surprise, or was that suspicion, ha, ha, ha.

“You want to hypnotize me? Why?” She distrustfully asked, and rolled her pretty blue eyes up at me while making a wary face at me.

“I have to practice on somebody Brat. If, I’m ever going to become a real Psychologist I need to know how to do this and you can help by letting me put you under.” I told her as seriously and honestly as I could.

“Wow. Bro, that’s scary when you say it like that. “Put me under?” (making quote gestures with her fingers on each side of her head.) It sounds like you want to kill me and stuff my body under the bed, or maybe bury me in the backyard under the rose bush like in a Agatha Christie novel Bro. Besides, I can’t be hypnotized, it’s like a total scam. Tommy Smith, Sheila’s dorky step brother tried to hypnotize me and Sheila last year and it didn’t work. The, “As you watch the swinging pocket watch you will get very sleepy”, didn’t work on us Bro.” She told me and then bragged. I twisted around in my chair to face her, and with that I had another great inspiration, or is that epiphany.

“You’re absolutely right Sis, I think you’re way too smart and intelligent to be hypnotized Ashley. In fact, everyone knows that intelligent people can’t be hypnotized. But, you gotta let me try so I can tell my college professor I actually tried to hypnotize you and it didn’t work. It’s like a homework assignment Sis. I get credit whether I actually hypnotize you or not.” Yes, my psychology course wasn’t a total waste of time, ha, ha, I had learned about reverse psychology, ha, ha, ha. By appealing to her over inflated intellect, aka ego, I figured she would fold and let me attempt to hypnotize her, and I was right. She looked ... glared ... at me for a few more minutes and then she folded.

“How does this happen?” She then finally asked me next. Yes, its pretty easy to read my younger sister I silently congratulated myself without smiling and spoiling it all.

“I just need... “ I started, but she broke in.

“Promise me you won’t ask me any personal stuff Bro. If you try any of that stuff I swear I’ll just get right up and walk right out of here Bro.” So I promised I wouldn’t and took her to the den. In the den we have a large flat wide screen TV, a music center, and a long couch flanked by these two big overstuffed recliners that are supposed to be Mom’s and Pop’s thrones. In the corners were these two 8 foot tall flexible gooseneck lamps that flex every whichaway. I pulled one lamp over beside the laid back recliner and suspended the antique windup Maelzel metronome I had bought on eBay from it by a string. Well, really it took two strings to stabilize it so that it was hanging down right in front of her at eye level.

“Well, first of all you have to be completely comfortable and relaxed Brat ... Ashley. Lay back in the recliner like you want to take a nap Ashley.” I started and got off the couch and moved a chair over beside the now laid back recliner. At that point Ashley flopped over on her back, snuggled back deeply into the cushions of the recliner, and laced her fingers together over her stomach. After a few more wiggles she sighed deeply and closed her eyes.

I started off my hypnotic induction by asking her easy questions that she answered honestly. Her answers proved she was listening to me as I droned on with my questions. When I finally asked her if she was completely relaxed I noticed her fingers loosen slightly as she responded back. I told her then she looked nice and cozy, and she was warm and tranquil. It was almost like she was already asleep I told her. She murmured something back under her breath that I couldn’t make out and took a deep breath and then slowly let it out. With that I told her to open her eyes and watch the metronome.

I then started the metronome’s arm to swinging at 50 beats per minute (BPM). Not only was there the clicking sound there was also a flashing light on the very end of the metronome’s swinging arm. When the metronome’s arm reached the end of its travel and clicked you also had a short burst of white light from the end of the swinging arm.

I started off the hypnotic induction with me telling her over and over to watch the arm swing backward and forward ... backward and forward ... eyes on the swing arm Ashley ... tick flash, tock flash, tick flash, tock flash ... then, your eyes are becoming so tired ... then, your eyelids are becoming heavy ... then, your tired heavy eyelids are closing ... then, your sleepy tired heavy eyelids are closing ... from there it was just convincing her that she couldn’t keep her tired sleepy eyes open ... and finally they were sealed tightly shut and she couldn’t open them no matter how hard she tried ... Then I had her try as a test ... at that point I instructed to, relax and sleep, deep, deep, asleep ... she was hypnotized in a deep sleep. Finally, the only thing she could hear was the sound of my voice and she must do whatever I instructed her to do.

With her eyes sealed tightly shut the next step of the induction was to make sure she was concentrating only on my voice. I told her to listen to me, to search for me with her mind’s eye, to focus only on me and my words. I continued the induction for maybe another 15 minutes and finally asked her if she could see me in her mind’s eye.

“I see you.” She finally answered back in a classic hypnotized monotone after what seemed like an eternity of waiting. Her eyes were closed and I felt a thrill of victory when she said she could see me in he mind’s eye.

“Do you see anything else? Do you hear anything else?” I went on.

“No, only you.” She answered back.

“I want you to listen to what I say Ashley. Concentrate on me your older brother’s voice.” I instructed her.

“Concentrating on you my older brother’s voice.” She answered ... repeated back to me.

“You will follow my instructions.” I instructed her next.

“I will follow your instructions ... you are my teacher.” She answered back. Then after a short pause she added the: “You are my teacher.”

I thought about it for a minute and questioned in my own mind why she had added the, “You are my teacher.”. No, I wasn’t one of her teachers. No, I wasn’t even a teacher in general. But maybe, she thought about this ... me hypnotizing her that is ... as if I was teaching her about hypnosis. With that I asked myself, did being her teacher trump being her older brother? In the end I decided that teachers are by nature authority figures to high school students and probably outrank older brothers so I didn’t correct her.

“Yes, I’m going to be your teacher Ashley.” I instructed her next. With that Ashley frowned slightly and mumbled something under her breath before she finally answered me again.

“Teach me something.” She answered back next. I was convinced she was in a fairly deep hypnotic trance now. I had done it! I had hypnotized her! My heart was pounding hard in my chest, and I was light headed and flushed with the thrill of victory, ha, ha, ha.

“Ashley, listen to me. You have a fly walking on your right leg.” With that my sister twitched her right leg and then reached down to brush off the imaginary fly. I was awestruck that she did what I expected.

“Now, the fly just landed on your right cheek Ashley.” She lifted her hand and brushed the invisible fly away again. At this point I really had no idea what to do next. No, I had never planed to get this far. Yes, I was convinced my sister was hypnotized, but I couldn’t think of anything else I should or could do. So eventually I decided to try a posthypnotic suggestion and then wake her up.

“What color is your hair Ashley?” I asked next.

“Honey Blonde” She replied.

“You would look better with lighter blonde streaks in your hair.” I told her.

“You think so?” She answered back.

“Yes, Ashley, I am your teacher and you would look much better with lighter blonde streaks in your hair. You want to look pretty, so you should streak your hair.” I instructed her and she fidgeted on her recliner for a moment,

“Streaked? ... Pretty?... “ She mumbled to herself and finally settled down again. Once she was settled I gave her more posthypnotic instructions that she liked being hypnotized, that she found it relaxing, and that she would want to be hypnotized by me again when I asked. Hey, I knew about posthypnotic triggers, where I could just say sleep and snap my fingers and she would fall back into her trance, but I distrusted them for some reason and besides I told myself I needed the practice the induction anyway. After that I followed the rules in the books for bringing a person out of a trance and in less than 5 minutes Ashley was sitting up fully awake again.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep and screwed up your experiment Barry. but I told you I couldn’t be hypnotized.” Wonderful my little sister was a somnambulist. I remember now that little sister sometimes sleepwalked when she was much younger and I should have recognized the signs before this. When you talk about deep states of hypnosis, you soon come across the word somnambulism. It relates to a state of mind where truly unique hypnotic phenomena can occur.

OK, hypnosis is a state relaxation and concentration true, but somnambulism is a whole other level of hypnosis. It can cause profound physical and mental relaxation, enhanced memory recall, positive and/or negative hallucinations, powerful catalepsy’s, allow you to forget past traumatic events, and even the remarkable ability to control pain. For instance, if someone wanted to undergo surgery using hypnosis to stop the pain, then the hypnotist could test for that somnambulistic state and once it is achieved, then he could give the subject suggestions for pain relief, relaxation, confidence, and even accelerated healing.

There seem to be 5 major areas where somnambulism comes into play: (1) Relaxation, (2) Pain Control, (3) Ability to Hallucinate, (4) Catalepsy, and (5) Amnesia. It would seem that my little sister was one of those rare individuals with (5) Hypnotic Amnesia ability. Little sister did not even remember being hypnotized. Obviously there was a lot more to learn about little sister’s somnambulism, but this was a wonderful start.

The next day my sister came bounding into the house to show me her new hair style. She now had streaks of lighter blonde her hair through out her honey blond hair. She did look prettier I thought. I was also amazed at the power of my suggestion. Now that I had found a good hypnosis subject I started to plan the next session with my younger sister.

My sister was a senior in high school this year, and she did well enough, but ever since I had started college I had realize how much education we don’t get to prepare us for college. If nothing else I thought I could design a hypnosis regimen that not only would help me learn the tools of my chosen trade, but would help Ashley get a better education too. The next day I asked her again if I could try to hypnotize her. At first she was reluctant, unwilling to waste any more time on it, but I finally convinced her that I really needed her help.

So finally she relented and relaxed back into the recliner once again and I was able to put her into an even deeper trance this time. Also this the second time seemed much easier and in less 5 minutes her mind was as pliable as Silly Putty. This time I turned on my digital A/V recorder so I could record the session and convince her latter that she had been hypnotized. I would also have proof that I hadn’t pried any of her deep dark secrets out of her.

This time I got her to talk about things that made her happy when she was little. She flushed and gushed about several moments in her younger life that she enjoyed. There was a special birthday present, the cat we had for years, and for some odd reason known only to her, she loved playing checkers with me. After about 15 minutes of this I shut off the recorder, and then gave her another posthypnotic suggestion. One that I had planned this time. I picked an easy one for her to do, and it would also be easy to check if she had done it.

“Ashley, do you know how tall the Empire State Building is?” I started.

“No.” She answered back in her hypnotized monotone.

“You have to find out. Its important you find out. You should go to the library and find out where and what the Empire State Building is Ashley. It is important that you know this because when you go to college next year you will have to know all about the Empire State Building. I am your teacher and you have to learn this.” I stressed the word teacher.

“The Empire State Building. Need to learn about the Empire State Building.” She said, and sighed out loud. At that point I added one more suggestion that would make it easier for me to use her again as my hypnosis test subject. Well I had to practice on someone didn’t I? So, I suggested that she really enjoyed being hypnotized, she loved being in a trance. She also wanted to help me, her older brother, with my college Psychology “Project”. I also suggested that she wanted to learn more about hypnosis so she would let me hypnotize her whenever I needed to without any worry. I even told her she would always trust her older brother, but you will note I did not reinforce that I was her teacher. Then I woke her up and sent her on her way.

Two days later I brought up the subject of the “Wonders of the World” at the dinner table. All of a sudden Ashley came alive and started telling us all about the Empire State Building in New York. What it was, who built it, how tall it was ... she really had put in a lot of work to learn about the Empire State Building. Our parents were thrilled to hear their daughter talking about something besides fashion shopping and the latest Survivor episode. I was thrilled that my posthypnotic suggestion had worked so well.

I now had a very willing hypnosis subject that took posthypnotic suggestions well and acted on them. The more I thought about it, the more I began to wondered where her boundaries were. What would she do ... or more importantly, ha, ha, ha ... what wouldn’t she do under hypnosis? What were her limits? Looking back on it now, I see now that the old sayings about corruption are absolutely true. “Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

Before I left home again for college I put Ashley under one more time. This time it was much easier and she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the back of the recliner. This time I suggested that she needed to read more books and fewer of the trashy fan magazines she was reading now. Since I wasn’t really sure what subjects might actually interest her, I had asked her while she was hypnotized what she wanted to learn about.

When I found out she was interested in vampires I made up a list and told her that she would find the list of books that I thought were good reading on the desk. I also instructed her that she should check them out of the public library and read them in her spare time. The first on the list was Dracula, published in 1897, Bram Stoker’s classic novel is, without question, one of the best vampire books of all time. It set the precedent for all the blood-curdling tales that came after, and its villain, Count Dracula, set the standard for the dark yet alluring undead Princes. The plot is, an English solicitor travels to Transylvania, where horrifying encounters highlight a supernatural plot that puts those he loves at risk.

Then I added, Interview with the Vampire, by Anne Rice, Vampires have always possessed something of a carnal nature, and this erotic thriller plays that up to full effect, blazing the way for seductive vampire characters to come. Published in 1976, Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles series set the tone for romantic vampire stories, and Interview with the Vampire remains one of the most influential vampire books of the 20th century. And, the TV show on AMC, before the Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt movie back 1994 sure helps.

Next up was, Salem’s Lot, by Stephen King. In his second novel, published in 1975, the king of horror created a vampire book that still keeps readers up at night. A boy goes missing in the woods, and Ben Mears, who has come back to his hometown in Maine to write a book about a spooky old mansion there, becomes suspicious of ominous goings-on with the townsfolk. Considering the author, you can assume he’s right. No one does creepy towns and bloodcurdling fiction quite like Stephen King, and Salem’s Lot was such a smash hit that it inspired a slew of film and television adaptations.

Knowing she was young and a girl I added, Twilight, by Stephenie Meyer. Love it or hate it, Twilight certainly made an impact, giving the vampire genre new life and, some argue, jump-starting the young adult category. Yes, critics had their qualms. And yes, the vampires do sparkle. But the series of romance-heavy vampire books, which centers on the star-crossed love between human girl Bella and vamp Edward, is worth a read so you can draw your own conclusions. Is it one of the best romance novels of all time? I’ll let Ashley decide.

Then, The Vampire Diaries, by L.J. Smith. High school drama and love triangles get taken to the next level when a brooding vampire with a dark past comes to Elena Gilbert’s small town in The Vampire Diaries. The book-to-screen television adaptation of the same name has seen a resurgence on streaming services, and the series’ soapy romance and plot twists continue to delight fans of all ages. Find out where it all began by reading L.J. Smith’s teen series, the first book of which was published in 1991.

I decided to end my book selections with Carmilla, by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu. It’s a tale that predates Dracula by 26 years. This female-focused story is set deep in the Austrian forest, and is one of the earliest vampire novels ever written. Though Carmilla was published in 1872, it’s steeped in sexual tension and Gothic romance. Laura, who cares for her ailing father, lives a solitary life until the beautiful, entrancing and mysterious Carmilla comes crashing into her life. As their feverish friendship escalates, Laura develops strange symptoms, and she soon uncovers a terrible secret.

OK, I think that was a well rounded book selection that wanted to know something about vampires. Another of her answers about what she wanted to learn about really surprised me. Who am I kidding, it really surprised and shocked me. So I reluctantly after much soul searching followed up on it while she was still hypnotized.

“You want to find out more on biology and “SEX” Ashley?” I questioned her, and Yes, I put emphasis on the word... “SEX”.

“Yes, biology and sex. I want to know more about biology and sex.” She told me her older brother as she laid there innocently hypnotized. That surprised and shocked me as I’ve already said.

“Why do you want to learn about biology and sex Ashley?” I questioned her further.

“Because I like sex, but I ... I ... I... (at that point she began to squirm and twitch on the recliner, and for a moment there I was honestly afraid that she was going to wake up, but then she calmed down again and continued) ... I feel limited. There has to be more.” She told me right up front without even blushing after she settled back down. Honestly, it startled me that she confessed she wasn’t a virgin anymore, but I got over it fast and pressed on.

Look, each US state has its own general age of consent. Right now the age of consent in each state in the United States is either 16 years of age, 17 years of age, or 18 years of age. The most common age of consent is 16, which is a common age of consent in most other Western countries too. Our state was sweet 16 so Ashley was of legal age, but this was still my 17 year old younger sister we are talking about. My 17 year old younger sister that up until now I had thought was a virgin.

“More than what Ashley?” I finally worked up the nerve to ask. You need to understand that as any good Psychologist and/or Hypnotist knows, if you go poking around in that conscious or subcounscious mind willy-nilly and hit on a taboo subject ... and “SEX” just has to be the most socially taboo subject of all ... your hypnotized subject is likely to come wide awake ... maybe even wide awake traumatized and screaming wide awake.

“More than quick sex. I want to know if sex can be as good for me, not just for him.” I looked at my little sister lying there prone on the sofa and in that instant she was no longer “My Innocent Little Sister”, she instantly became a “Sex Object” to me. Yes, and with that I found myself focusing on her body. Yes, my cute little innocent sister that I remember playing with her dolls and playing cards with me when she was sick a few years ago became a full blown “Sex Object”, or should I say “Sex Symbol”. All this caused me to reevaluate my little sister ... My Grown Up Sister this time.

Ashley is short, almost petite, about 5 foot 2 or maybe 3 with the build of a young woman used to exercise and activity, after all she is into gymnastics and cheerleading. Her long streaked honey blonde hair fanned out across the recliner’s pillow at the moment creating a soft halo that surrounded her face and head like an innocent sleeping angel. Her deep blue eyes were closed at the moment, but her mouth was partially open and I could see a hint of her even white teeth behind her perfect soft red pouting lips.

Looking closer at her relaxed reclining body on the recliner I could clearly see the outlines of her breasts and the two prominent nipples proudly poking up through the thin clingy material of her red, white, and blue gym leotard. Even though I knew she wore a size 36C bra (Yes, I accidentally found one of her sports bras in my laundry) her breasts proudly jutted up toward the ceiling without any noticeable sag.

At the moment she was in her red, white, and blue high school gymnastic teams leotard because she had just come from gymnastic practice at the high school. But it was not unusual for her to be running around the house in her leotard. She had qualified as exceptionally physically talented at age 8 in elementary school and started in the state’s gymnastic program preparing for the next Olympics at that time. She was also on the competitive cheerleading team at her high school.

If you think cheerleading is just pretty girls in short skirts waving around pom poms at the football games you don’t know competitive cheerleading today. Competitive cheerleading is an acrobatic team-based sport that focuses on stunting, tumbling, jumps, dance, and performance. Teams compete against each other at competitions, performing routines with music that include stunts, jumps, and tumbling. They are judged on difficulty and execution by a panel of cheerleading experts. Of course in the spring and summer the pool gets filled and I always see her running around almost naked in her favorite string bikini.

Looking even lower at her body under the thin stretchy clingy material of the gym leotard she was wearing it was smooth down her smooth flat stomach except for a slight indentation over her pierced bellybutton. Yes, little sister had a diamond bellybutton bangle, or is that dangle, ha, ha. The leotard she was wearing at the moment fit her like a second skin and I saw where her body rose slightly at the mons pubis ... her cunt lips ... and then dipped back down between her legs which were spread slightly apart as she laid back in the recliner.

Laid out like that it was easy to trace the vaginal slit and find her clit when I really looked. With her laying like this I could clearly see the folds of her cunt where it formed a camel toe under the tight fabric of her red, white and blue leotard. Looking closer I saw her legs twitch and I would swear that her pussy actually spasmed as she laid there talking to me about having sex. At the same time I smelled her arousal and saw a dark wet stain on the crotch of her leotard.

The roundness of her hips and thighs assured me of well formed strong legs and a firm butt. Before this, believe it or not, I’d never looked at my little ... younger ... sister sexually before, but right now I was looking at her with new definitely UN-brotherly eyes as she talked about having sex. The whole situation sent a warm shiver of arousal directly to my hardening cock and balls. I had to actually fight an overwhelming urge to reach out and caress and even stroke the outline of her vagina between those open inviting legs.