Chapter 11

My sister, at long last, had gotten up the courage to admit that she was attracted to me.

Well, sort of. Yeah, she’d admitted that she was attracted to me ... but “courage” had nothing to do with it.

I’d convinced her, under hypnosis, that I was the person that she trusted most in the world. And then I had slowly built up an attraction to me, and told her that it was dangerous to bottle up secrets.

So if she had to tell someone, then surely it made the most sense to tell me, the person she trusted most in the world.

Last session, those beautiful words had come out of her mouth—”I think you’re sexy.” I’d spent the last few minutes of the session jerking off as she repeated the words, staring blankly, speaking in a monotone.

“I think you’re sexy.”

“Say it again.”

“I think you’re sexy.”

When I’d cum, even though she hadn’t so much as glanced at my cock, a slight flush came over her face—she clearly found it hot. I was tempted to let her get off as well, but then we would have gone long—I try to limit our sessions to half an hour, just to make sure she doesn’t get suspicious about what we do while she’s under.

Instead, I just woke her up, hoping that she wouldn’t link her sudden arousal to the fact that I’d just hypnotized her.

When it was time for our next session, I ignored my first impulse to build on that and try to get her to act on her attraction. I thought about it, and decided to play it safe, focus on something else.

And so I decided to go down a path that I’d been ignoring so far.

For as long as I’ve been masturbating, there’s been three images in my head when I cum—sex with my sister Lucy, sex with my Mom ... and sex between my sister and my Mom.

Now you might think that was impossible. And hell, maybe you’d be right. Maybe I should have just been content with the increasingly-real prospect of getting to fuck my sister. After all, I’d made practically no leeway with Mom so far ... But what can I say? I dream big. And so the next time I got a chance to sit down with my sister, I had two goals: try to make her more comfortable with incest ... and see if there was any possibility of her ever being interested in Mom.

Honestly, I didn’t have a lot of hope. But nothing ventured, nothing gained—right?

Session 24:

“Would you tell me if you were ever attracted to women?”

“No.”

Right out of the gate, I was blocked. Honestly, that took me by surprise—she was okay telling me that she was attracted to her own flesh and blood, but a bit of bicuriousity was off-limits?

Ha. Who was I kidding? Nothing was off-limits. Not any more.

“Would you tell me why you wouldn’t tell me if you were ever attracted to women?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“It’s none of your business.”

Interesting. I hadn’t heard this one before.

“Why isn’t it any of my business?”

“What a girl thinks about in private is...”

She hesitated, searching for a word, before concluding monotonally:

“ ... private.”

Interesting. I don’t think Lucy had even realized how much information she’d just given me in her attempt to avoid sharing any information...

“Okay. Hypothetical.”

I was stumped for a few minutes. What kind of a hypothetical could I build that required her to share an attraction to women? But I’d been doing this for a while, and I had begun to impress even myself with my ability to think my way out of a tight situation.

“We’re on a game show. In Japan.”

Nod.

A few years ago, Marcie had found all these weird sexual Japanese game shows. Apparently sex is more than just a private recreational activity over there—it’s something that they use as mainstream entertainment.

I mean, I guess we do too ... but ours is all fantasy. Sexy women selling cars, that sort of thing—you know that they’re just a model who goes home to their rich husband and fucks the gardener. Not the kind of person you’d ever stand a chance with.

These shows had real people sharing real sexual secrets, and even real sexual activities. It was bizarre. Marcie and Lucy had watched a bunch of them, before moving onto whatever the next viral trend was.

“We’ve gone on together, as a brother and sister.”

No response.

“We’ve seen the show a few times, and know that they’d never make us do anything sexual with each other.”

Nod.

“The first round involves making out with an attractive stranger of the opposite sex. Do you do it?”

There was a long pause.

“The show will never be aired in America,” I added, but there was still no response. I think she was worried about being seen as a slut on national television. “And none of our friends know that we’re on it.”

That would help if she accidentally woke up. Explaining away a trip to Japan and an appearance on a Japanese game show would be difficult ... but if no one we knew was aware of it, not impossible.

“And this show works hard to take down online uploads. They’re really anti-piracy. The odds of anyone you know seeing it are almost zero.”

She continued to ponder, but finally I was rewarded with a short nod.

“I do too. We get through to the second round.”

Jesus, this was the tamest Japanese game show ever. It was a tricky balance, making it believably entertaining, and also something my sister would do.

“The second round involves...”

What was Lucy pretty nonchalant about? She hadn’t minded jerking me off, but those were extenuating circumstances. I really didn’t think she’d be likely to do that kind of thing on national television, even if it was in a different country.

Of course, her opinion of me was pretty low. Maybe I could take one for the team.

“The second round involves jerking off and trying to hit a target.”

Nod.

“I succeed, using the tips that you gave me on how to jerk off.”

An oh-so-slight smile appeared on Lucy’s face. Ego and sympathy, that’s how you play my sis.

“So we get through to the final round. It’s us and one other couple. We’re in the running for the main prize, a...”

Shit. What were the prizes on these things? I hadn’t watched nearly as many as my sister.

“ ... a brand new Japanese car. You know Mom has been wanting a second car forever.”

True.

Lucy nodded almost instantly. Sympathy and ego. That’s all it takes.

“The final challenge is simple—they’ve shown us an attractive Japanese guy and girl. If I make out with the guy, or you make out with the girl, we win.”

I took a deep breath.

“I turn to you, looking scared. I tell you that I’m sorry, but I just can’t do it. I can’t kiss a guy, especially not on TV. What do you say?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lucy replied warmly, a smile on her face. “You did so well last round—how about I do this, and we’ll surprise Mom with the car?”

That was easier than I’d expected. But as I hypothetically thanked her, I realized that I hadn’t actually gotten the information I was after. Sure, she’d make out with a strange girl for a car, but ... who wouldn’t?

I needed to push it further.

“Okay. You make out with the girl for like twenty minutes...”

I paused. Shake. Yeah, that one wasn’t going to fly.

“Ten minutes?”

Shake.

“Five minutes.”

Nod.

“We win the car, and go back to the hotel. We go to our own separate beds, but we’re too excited to sleep. The light is off, but after a few hours, after I assume you’ve gone to sleep ... you hear the sound of me jerking off.”

Nod.

“You decide to masturbate as well.”

Nod. I love that it wasn’t even questioned that any more.

There was a long pause, as I considered how to word this, before deciding to just go for it.

“You think about making out with the Japanese girl as you do.”

Nod.

Session A24:

“Hypothetical: when you were eight years old, you skinned your knee.”

Nod. Good. I hadn’t tried any hypotheticals this far back, but Mom seemed to be going for it.

“You’re eight. You’re innocent.”

Nod. Don’t worry, this isn’t going anywhere dirty. Not yet.

“When you look at the graze on your knee, you realize that you have really pretty legs.”

I leaned forward with bated breath, and released it with a sigh as Mom nodded.

“New hypothetical—you’re nine years old. You’re looking at a catalogue...”

I paused. Had they even invented catalogues when Mom was nine? Fortunately she nodded, so I was able to continue.