Part I

I found the book under my brother's mattress. Normally, I avoided Kevin's bedroom for the slum it was, but Mom ordered me to bring down his sheets so she could wash them.

"Mom, his room is like a slum," I said.

"Go get the sheets. I don't ask much around here," she said.

"God, I need rubber gloves like paramedics wear to go into his room," I said.

She put her hands on her hips and said, "Quit whining. If you would like to spend the next six months watching TV instead of going out with your friends..."

"All right." Like, I wasn't whining. So I went up to get the twerp's sheets; little creep. He should have brought them down himself but he had stayed over at his friend's house instead of coming home. I tore off his sheets and the corner of a book popped out from under his mattress. At first I wondered, 'What's that doing there?' Then I laughed knowing that my little creep brother must have some porn hidden.

Just like him to have porn. He's always trying to peek at me in the bathroom. I like to leave the door open just a crack; then I pretend to get ready for my bath. But knowing the little creep is watching, I never actually get ready. I can see his beady eye at the crack between the door and wall. When I get tired of teasing him, I'll suddenly discover he's spying and yell at him, slamming the door closed. The little geek never catches on.

I grabbed the book to see what kind of porn he had. The book was titled, You Can Hypnotize Anyone. On the back cover it had some busty bimbo in a bikini and said, 'Learn how you can order her to do your bidding.' I had to laugh. You could tell it was some home publisher selling over the Internet to stupid guys who'd try anything to get laid. Sure, learn how to hypnotize girls and they'll throw themselves all over a creepy little geek like my brother. These are the same geeks who buy those tiny spy cameras thinking they can put them in the neighbor girl's room and watch her at night. What an ass my brother was.

Leafing through the book, I found a page of notes in his scrawl. That's when I got pissed. The chapter on 'Love Slaves' had VICKY written in his hand. His own sister! The filthy little pervert. I considered taking it down and showing mom. I could honestly say how I found it. It wasn't like I was snooping. But I knew dad would beat the crap out of Kevin. Much as he deserved it, as we grew up, we had established a firm pact; never tell the folks anything that gets either of us spanked. Yeah, our dad would take the belt to both of us. He didn't care that I was a girl. Once he got in the mood, he stayed in the mood.

I couldn't tell mom. I threw his book back under the bed and took the sheets down to the laundry room. I thought about it on and off until I came up with a plan to teach him a lesson.

I got home around noon. I had stayed over at my friend, Mike's house. I saw Victoria, I called her Vicky, even though she wanted everyone to call her Victoria like some snooty bitch, in her room. She sneered at me and I sneered back. I went to my room and saw that the bed had been pulled apart. That's when I remembered the book. Shit! I rummaged under the mattress and found it right where I left it. Thank God. Mom must have pulled the sheets off and never noticed.

I hid the book in my closet. I wasn't ready to use it yet. I still had to master the technique. Mike had let me practice on him, even though he said it was a crock of shit. Maybe it is, but I put him into a trance and he told me stuff about his sister who is a year younger than us. Things like he perved after his sister like I do Vicky. The difference was Ashley, his sister, liked his perving, maybe because she was younger. Mike told me some of the things they did together, like everything short of fucking. He had even licked her puss and she had sucked his knob. I couldn't believe it. It also pissed me off a little since Mike and I were best friends. How come he didn't tell me without hypnosis?

It did make me even more certain that I wanted to hypnotize Vicky. She liked to be all snooty and tease me. Like she'd leave the bathroom door open just a little and pretend to get ready for a bath. She'd stand with her back to the door in nothing but her little shorty robe. She'd bend over like she was looking at something in the mirror and I'd get a little peek of her ass. Or she'd leave the robe untied and I could catch a glance of her in the mirror. Sometimes I'd get to see her tit and she had perfect ones. One time, she moved just right and I could see her bush for just a split second. I really had to jerk off hard that night.

I was going to master that hypnosis book, then she'd get her comeuppance.

I read up on hypnotism just to be sure. I mean, I didn't want to get caught up in something if the little perv really could make me do things I didn't want to do. Wikipedia had a long article on the subject. I skipped all of the theory stuff; that was way too much like school. But I did read that the hypnotist really doesn't control the person. The subject trusts the hypnotist and that's how they get them to do things. Well, I didn't trust my brother, the ratfink, so no way was he going to get me to do things.

Confident that I would be in complete control, I made my plans. Just wait till the little creep tried to hypnotize me. Oh, I'd play along for a while, until he tried something. Then I'd let him have it. I was like totally laughing out loud at what his face was going to look like when I came out of the pretend trance. This was going to be bitter, for him.

I practiced on Mike a couple more times. He still didn't believe me that I was actually hypnotizing him since he never remembered anything that went on. Mike convinced Ashley to be a subject. She was a little more difficult, maybe because she was scared or something. Mike finally got her to relax and she went into a trance. I made her do a few things like get up and dance, bark like a dog, and meow like a cat. Mike was only half convinced and said Ashley and I were playing a trick on him.

Okay. I told her to do a strip tease dance for Mike. Mike gasped but didn't say anything. Ashley got up and started dancing and taking off her clothes right in front of Mike. I got a great show as well. I told Ashley that Mike had a hard on and wanted her to make it go away. Mike's eyes got all wide and he looked over at me like what the hell was I doing. Without hesitation, Ashley, naked now, bent down between his legs, opened his pants, pulled out his cock, which was hard, and started to suck him. Pretty soon, Mike was lolling back in his chair as Ashley sucked him off.

When she was done, I couldn't help myself. I mean, Christ, I was as hard as a rock and felt like I was going to shoot off in my drawers from watching pretty Ashley suck off Mike. I told her to come over and do the same to me. Mike was out of it and I don't think he realized what I had told his sister to do. By the time that he was aware of anything except how good that blow job had been, Ashley had my cock between her lips and was sucking me while making nice little noises. I had never had a girl even touch my cock before and I was already turned on like crazy from watching them. It only took a few seconds before I was cumming. Ashley just kept sucking as I spilled my cum in her mouth. Jesus, but that was the best thing I ever felt.

I told Ashley to get dressed and sit down. Mike and I pulled up our pants. He kept looking at me and Ashley like he couldn't believe what just happened. I told Ashley she wouldn't remember anything that happened and gave her the release. She asked, when were we going to hypnotize her, like she didn't even know it had happened. I told her today wasn't a good day and maybe we'd try another day. She smiled and left. Mike was totally flabbergasted.

"Man, how did you get her to do that?" he asked.

"Dude, I told you this shit works," I said.

"I never would have believed that Ashley would do that," he said. He did look a little stunned but maybe that was leftover from the blowjob.

I knew from when I had hypnotized him that they had done stuff so I knew he was trying cover up. But I let it go. "Man, it's like this. You can't make someone do something they are, like, totally opposed to. Like, you can't make someone go kill somebody. But, if they really would like to do it but, like, social pressure keeps them from it, hypnosis releases the social restraint. So, Ashley did like the idea down deep and when I said she should suck you, then her natural desire was able to come out." That's what the book had said and wow, did it work.

"But she did it to you," he said.

I noticed he wasn't surprised that she did it to him. "Hey, Dude. Maybe she likes me too. Maybe she wanted to suck me too, I mean, down deep. Maybe she would like a boyfriend, you know. You can't be her out in public boyfriend."

Mike started to say something, then sat back. He looked at me really queer.

Poor Mike couldn't quite get his head around it yet. I'd give him time. One thing I knew for sure, I was ready for Vicky.

"You going to do Vicky?" he asked. I don't know if he guessed or was thinking about Vicky since he perved on her just like I perved on Ashley.

I started to say no way, but Mike has been my best friend like forever. He saw my face before I could try and hide it.

"Shit, you are. Are you going to..." He said the next part leaning forward and very quietly. " ... fuck her?" He saw the look in my face. Guilty! I couldn't admit it out loud. "You are," he said. He looked around to make sure no one could hear. Whispering, he said, "I'd like to do Ashley. If it works on Vicky you have GOT to teach me how to do this."

What could I say? He was my best friend. I nodded.

A couple of weeks after I had found the book, Mom told us that she and Dad were going to a party and they would be home late. I had to watch Kevin and he had to listen to me. If either of us acted up, she would tell Dad. That was all it took. I was watching Kevin's eyes and he kept glancing at me with a subtle smile. I knew the little shit would try something that night. Well, he was in for a surprise. I knew he couldn't hypnotize me, but I would appear to go along with it until I had him right where I wanted him. Then he'd pay for perving on his own sister. I was already thinking of the punishments he'd have to agree to.

Mom believed that everyone should know how to cook, so both Kevin and I could. I made a salad for me and he fixed frozen burritos, truly awful in my opinion. After dinner, we were watching TV. He was antsy, wriggling around, getting up and down, and going out to the kitchen. I waited serenely, knowing he was about to meet his match...

I was nervous. This was the part I wasn't sure about. I didn't just want to tell Vicky I was going to hypnotize her. But I needed to get her to focus completely on something, so I could put her in the trance. The damn TV was a major distraction. It would keep drawing her attention away if it was on.

I wandered out to the kitchen trying to think of a way to get her focused without the distractions. She went off to the bathroom to pee I guess. I turned the TV off and turned out most of the lights. We had a Grandfather clock in the room. If only I could get her concentrating on it...

I had gone to take a pee when I came back the TV was off and the lights were down. I almost smiled, he was so obvious. Instead, I pretended like I didn't even notice something was wrong. "Um, Victoria," he said.

Victoria? He never used my right name unless he was trying to get something. "What?"

"The grandfather clock. Do you think the pendulum is working right?" he asked.

The little shit! He really was going to try his hypnotism stuff on me. For a second, I almost went off on him right then, the little pervert, trying to seduce his own sister. Well, fine. I was going to play along just as if it worked, until ... I looked at the pendulum. "I guess." I would go along until he tipped his hand. Then I'd have him.

I looked at the pendulum. His voice changed a little deeper and slower, "Watch it for a minute. Watch how it slowly moves back and forth. Tic Toc. Back and forth. Watch it carefully. Back and forth ... Sleepy, you are getting sleepy. Your eyelids are heavy, very heavy..."

It worked like a charm. I was able to get her to focus on the pendulum and she went right into a trance. "You are in a trance. You will do as I say and follow all of my directions. Nod if you understand."

She nodded.

"Open your eyes." She did.

This was the moment of truth. I took a deep breath. "Please suck me," I said. Without hesitation, Vicky knelt at my feet, unzipped my pants and pulled my throbbing cock out, wrapped her hand around it, and started sucking. I had been thinking about this moment for months. When I felt her hot wet lips on my cock, and her hands started stroking me, I felt the rumbling in my balls. I honestly don't know how long it took because for me, time stopped. The next thing I knew, I was emptying my balls in great bursts of cum. It felt like my balls were trying to blast down my whole body through my cock. Vicky swallowed it all. After I was done, I looked down and one small rivulet of cum had leaked out of the corner of her mouth.

"Follow me up to your room." She followed along. Once in her room, I dropped the rest of my clothes on the floor and lay back on her precious bed. Normally she would go ballistic if I did that. I knew I had her then. "Victoria, I want you to do a dance for me, a very slow and sensual dance."

As if she could hear the music, Vicky began moving, her hips this way and that. Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted. It was totally sexy. She was wearing some tight little shorts and a shirt.

"Now, make it a strip dance," I said.

She tossed aside her top and her bra followed. My cock got instantly hard. She had the most perfect tits I had ever seen. Of course, they were only the second pair I had ever seen, Ashley's being the first. But still...

She unsnapped her shorts, and pushed them and her panties off her legs. She kicked them aside. I got to see her bush up close. It was the same dark brown as her hair. She was looking away as if looking into the future. If she knew what the future held right then, she would have run screaming. But she was in my trance.

"Victoria, lay on your bed." She lay in the middle of her bed as I moved aside for her. "Spread your legs," which she did. I have to say that she was the most beautiful and sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. Then I remembered something very important. I ran over to my room and grabbed the condoms. It was one of those stupid things Mike and I had talked each other into buying condoms, like we were going to get laid. Since neither of us even had a girlfriend then, it was just bullshit. But neither of us could back down without losing tremendous face, so we both bought a package. I had mine hidden under my dresser every since. I ran back to her room. I lay between her legs and stared at her pussy. She was watching me look at her. I wanted to do this so much.

Bending forward, my tongue lanced out and licked Victoria's pussy. I didn't know quite what to expect so I was a bit surprised when nothing happened. The next time, I spread her lips and licked from bottom to top. That was different. I had never tasted anything quite like it. Little did I know that it would come to be one of my favorite tastes. But that first time, it was strange. When my tongue lapped over her clitoris, Vicky trembled. 'Oh, ' I said to myself. 'Now you're getting the idea.'

I'm sure I wasn't perfect that first time, but I tried hard, and Vicky certainly got into it. She was drenched by the time she had an orgasm. As she lay back breathing hard, I tore open one of the condoms and rolled it over my cock, which had recovered, and was hard as a rock. I looked back at Vicky. Her pussy was red and spread open for me. I crawled up over her.

"Victoria," I said. "Put me inside you."

She reached between us and lined up my cock with her pussy. I pressed forward and felt my shaft sinking into her. It was the best feeling I had ever felt, and just minutes before, I thought the bj had been. I had been wrong. This was better. It was a good thing I had just cum minutes before because I would have cum just as fast.

I began moving in and out as Vicky started matching my stroke. We were fucking. I was fucking for the very first time. I concentrated on trying to make it good for Vicky as well. It was supposed to come naturally, but my system was overwhelmed with how good it felt and it wasn't all that natural. I kept up stroking in and out of her pussy and that was all that mattered.

Soon, Vicky was breathing hard and moaning. When I felt her pussy ripple around my cock and her fingers dig into my back, it pushed me over the top. I emptied my balls for the second time, this time into the rubber, and collapsed onto her. We kissed as lovers for the first time.

I rolled off to the side. "Victoria, when I snap my fingers you'll wake up completely. You will remember all that happened but you'll forget that you were in a trance. You'll think that you did all of this because you wanted to. One, two, three, <snap.>

Vicky shook her head, then looked down between up to see my cock still in the rubber and her pussy glistening. She looked up at me. I smiled.

"Oh my God, Kev. We shouldn't have done this," she said. "I knew you were a pervert, but me too?"

"Victoria, I'm no pervert," I said.

"Excuse me, brother. But you just had sex with your sister," she said.

"Yeah, but that's because I love her more than any other woman in the world. I also think she is the most beautiful woman I will ever know. I don't think that's perverted." I said.

"Well, other people do."

"Well, other people also said the world was flat," I said. "They happen to be wrong."

She thought about that for a few moments. Then she asked, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?" I nodded, smiling. "My tits are too small," she said.

"No, they're perfect, really. I look at you and I really do think you are perfect. Every bit of you," I said.

She was smiling. "No wonder you're always trying to peek at me in the bathroom."

"And I always appreciate it when you leave the door open and your robe undone," I said.

"I don't," she said huffing.

"You do," I said. "And I love you for it."

"Do you really love me?" she asked.

"Of course I do, Sis. I love you as a sister, but I also love you for the beautiful woman you are. I love you both ways."

Victoria rolled to me and pulled me into her arms.

I don't know how he did it, but that little perverted brother of mine managed to get past my defenses. We wound up in my bed and did it. Not only did we do it, but it was the best time I ever had. Not that I'd done it a lot, but he wasn't the first. Afterwards, lying there, I knew I couldn't just leave it at once, the little shit. I knew we'd be doing it a lot. Lucky he had a whole box of condoms because we'd be using them. I didn't know perversion was catching, but apparently I've caught it from Kevin.

He still needs to learn a lot. He kind of rushed through some things. He could be better at licking a girl. He could use a little more control when we are doing it. He needs to learn how best to please a woman. After all, I don't want my little brother to be a terrible lover. I can't turn him loose on the world like that.

Lucky he has me to keep him on the straight and narrow.

Part II

The next day at school, Mike asked me if I was going to try and do Vicky. I was surprised that he asked, since just the night before, I'd finally gotten Vicky in a trance and had done it. My mind was stunned, 'How did he know?' He saw the look on my face and that was it. "Oh shit, Man. You didn't?" He stared. I couldn't say anything. "You did! You fucking pervert. You lucky asshole. Oh man. You have to teach me this shit!" He was practically screaming.

"Shut up, Man!" I looked around quickly but no one was paying any attention. My quick thinking, duh ... had got me in deep. Mike wasn't going to believe me now if I tried lying my way out of this. "I'll help you with Ashley," I said trying to divert him away from the subject of Victoria.

Mike smiled and was off in his head getting laid for the first time. I laughed. "What?" he asked.

"I got laid before you did," I said. I couldn't help needling him. After all, he was my best friend.

His face clouded over, then he remembered Ashley and he smiled. "That's okay, as long as I get laid too. Damn..." and he was off again to fantasyland.

Thinking is bad for you, especially when you have no idea whether something is right or wrong. All you do is spin in circles. Part of me just knew what Kevin and I had done was wrong, right? Everyone said so. Okay, so the Egyptians and Incans had some brother and sister marriages ordered by the gods, but they weren't my god. That's the problem with the God I was raised with, He was against everything fun while other gods ordered people to enjoy themselves. Why couldn't I have one of those gods who liked people having sex?

In History of Religion class, I much preferred the Hindu gods, who act like rabbits on steroids, rather than the Semitic God who despises sexual pleasure. Historically, we have been given so many gods to chose from I don't see the problem in choosing which god you want to follow based on their attitude towards sex. If we Americans would all become Hindus instead of Christians and Jews, the Kama Sutra could be required reading as a holy book. That's my idea of holy.

I can hear our preacher now, shouting eternal damnation on my soul because, 'My God is the only god!' Hogwash. Like, look at history, God has obviously told different people at different times different stories, and all of them are so full of irrational contradictions that none of them can be accepted at face value, I mean without breaking out in laughter that is. Christianity is so full of illogical nonsense that they even had to come up with a whole new theological category to explain all of the nonsense, a mystery. "Don't question that, it's a mystery." It doesn't make sense, in fact, no one will ever be able to make sense of it, call it a mystery and put it out of bounds for questions. Can't ask question about that, just believe. I believe it's a crock of horse dung. There's nothing mysterious about mysteries: it is bogus.

Mystery is just another name for the card shark palming the card on you. No, no, don't ask to see what's up my sleeve. Get out of here, kid, you bother me. Now go out and play on the freeway and don't ask about mysteries. Okay, back to those tithes...