Chapter 2

"Yes," my mother said, in that blank monotone I've grown to love so much. "I think it's good for you and your sister to spend more time together."

"And?" I prompted.

"And when you're alone, I will make sure you aren't interrupted."

Session 11:

I'm not going to lie; watching my sister's tits come into view was pretty much the greatest moment of my life. I remember every moment, in great detail: she was wearing a red sweater, one of those ones that are a little bit stretchy. That's always been one of my favourite tops of hers, probably because it really shows off her tits.

Seriously, I know it's wrong (though the fact that it's wrong is sort of what turns me on about it) but if you had a sister like mine, you'd find yourself wanting her as well. I don't know anything about cup sizes, but in my mind she's a double-H, with "H" standing for "huge".

She reached down, crossing her arms, and dragged the sweater up across her skin, agonizingly slowly (or maybe it just felt like that because of how desperate I was to see them)—the white shirt thing she was wearing underneath got lifted up as well for a second, showing her gorgeous stomach, and before the sweater was lifted past her tits it fell back into place.

The sweater caught for a second on her breasts too, and they too were lifted slightly, bouncing beautifully when they came free of the sweater. I feel like I should have been worried about the fact that while the sweater was being lifted past her face, it was the longest she'd stayed hypnotized without direct eye-contact, but at that point all I was thinking about was the twin orbs in front of me that I was finally, finally going to get to see.

My mouth was practically watering.

Once the sweater was past her head, her arms came back down, and her silky white shirt-thing was lifted up in the same way. I've seen my sister in bikinis before, so I guess technically I wasn't seeing anything new, but the fact that it was just me and her in the room, and that she was stripping just for me ... it made it more intimate, and about twenty times more hot.

(and as I've mentioned, my sister in a bikini is already one of the sexiest sights I can imagine.)

Finally, she reached around her own back, her face still holding that same blank stare that she always has when she's under, unclipped her bra, and let it all hang loose.

They were everything I'd hoped for—she had two large, pink, rosy nipples, and as I stared at them, they grew slightly hard.

It was probably the air-conditioning, I told myself. The room was slightly chilly...

I try to limit our hypnosis sessions to no more than thirty minutes, but today, we went way over that. Aside from checking every minute or two to make sure that she was still under, I spent a huge amount of time just staring at my sister's magnificent boobs. Aside from a slight sag (which is to be expected from anything of that size that isn't surgically implanted, I guess) they were absolutely perfect.

Add to that the fact that they were my sister's, AND the fact that I'd wanted to see them ever since she'd grown them, and I was the happiest I'd ever, ever been.

I had no idea that in the next few weeks, things were going to get so much better...

Session 3:

"Why do you like being hypnotized?" I'd asked her once, when she was awake, and she'd thought about it for a while and told me that she found it relaxing.

I'd asked her the same question while she was under, and she'd gone into a bit more detail.

"I like feeling like I'm floating," she'd said, staring straight into my eyes, her soft voice completely expressionless. "It's like I'm somewhere else—I don't have any worries, any stress. I feel like I'm free, like I've given it all away."

"Given what?"

" ... control. I like feeling like someone else is in control. Like someone else has control of my mind, of my body ... of my life."

Ha. I wish. Like I said, it just doesn't work like that.

Session 13:

"Do you remember anything that happened last time I hypnotised you?"

"No."

That had been the answer every other time as well, but it's always safest to check. The last session had just been me putting her under, getting her topless, and then staring at her tits for half an hour before getting her to put her clothes back on. I hadn't even asked any questions ... what can I say? I was excited.

Today, however, I was determined to not to waste another session. (of course, if it weren't for the risk of asking the wrong question and having her suddenly awaken, I'd have gotten her topless and then started questioning her.)

I refreshed my memory by checking what she was and wasn't okay with.

"Would you take off your top in front of me?"

"Yes."

Even when spoken in a monotone, that word is the hottest thing I've ever heard anyone say.

"Would you take off all your clothes in front of me?"

"No."

Worth checking.

"Would you let me touch you?"

"Yes."

"In what circumstances?"

"Any normal brother-sister touching."

Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure that we have different definitions of what normal brother-sister touching constitutes.

"Would you let me touch your tits?"

"No."

"Would you kiss me?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"Anywhere public except the lips."

I was about to move on, but that one threw me.

"How do you define public?"

"Anything that people can normally see."

"What about your tits?"

"No."

"What about if we were at a nude beach?"

There was a surprisingly long pause there. My sister has never actually been to a nude beach, so I don't think she quite understands how they work. Eventually though, she came back with the predictable response:

"No."

I made a mental note to explore that, and moved on.

"Would you talk to me about sex?"

"Yes."

"In detail?"

"Yes."

"Would you talk to me about masturbation?"

"Yes."

"In detail?"

"No."

I still hadn't brought up masturbation with her outside of our sessions—I didn't want to risk any chance of her working out that something was odd. Anything that ran the risk of ending these session was off-limits. (that was the only reason she was still wearing a top right now.)

"Under what circumstances?"

"If we were staying in a trailer park, and agreed to leave each other alone for a while. Or if there was some kind of medical issue."

I remembered now, she'd said that before.

"What do you mean by that?"

"What do I mean by what?"

If she weren't in a trance right now, I'd swear she was deliberately being annoying.

"What do you mean by some kind of medical issue, in relation to talking about masturbation?"

"Like ... if you were in an accident, and you couldn't jerk off."

Hold up. Hold up. What?

"Let's say I was in an accident, and I couldn't jerk off. What would you say to me?"

"I'd be really sorry for you."

"Hang on. So ... let's say I've been in an accident. I was, I dunno, ski-ing."

Shake. I took a deep breath; I was on the way to something amazing here, I could tell. I just had to make sure to choose my words carefully.

"Okay. So I'm on my way home one day, and you know that really high hedge on Elm? Right, well I'm crossing the road, and a car zooms around the corner without really checking to see if there's anyone there. He hits me, and I break both my arms. And my legs."

Nod.

"You and Mom come and visit me in hospital every day. I've been there for a week, and one day when you come in ... I'm looking really sad."

Nod. I wasn't sure how far I wanted to push the "guilt" side of things, but when a car crash is your starting point, it's hard not to continue down that path.

"Mom goes and talks to the doctors about how long it will be before I can come home, and it's just you and me in the room."

Nod.

"It's not my room," I quickly added, "but an impersonal hospital room. But there's a door, and no one can see in. We're at the end of a corridor, so we get a bit of warning if someone is coming in."

Nod.

"You ask why I'm looking sad, but I don't want to tell you. You insist, but I refuse to talk about it."

Nod.

"Finally, you get it out of me—I'm really embarrassed to say, but ... I'm horny."

Pause.

"You see a tear come from my right eye, and trickle down my cheek. Because of the accident, I have to be spoon-fed: normally I have a nurse feed me, but sometimes you or mom do it. I can't move my arms or legs at all."

If I'm going to milk the guilty-train, I figured, I may as well go the whole way, hey? Finally, she nodded.

"I explain that normally I masturbate fourteen or fifteen times a week... —"

Nod. Immediately. I wasn't sure if I should have been insulted—I do jerk off a lot, but ... rarely more than once a day. Y'know, a normal amount. Although since seeing my sister's tits, I had to admit, my imaginary numbers weren't too far off.

"— ... and that being immobile like this has really been killing me. What do you say?"

There was a pause, as my entranced sister thought about it, and when she answered it wasn't in the monotone that I was expecting, but in a soft, compassionate tone.

"Are you okay, bro?"

Jesus Christ, I've no idea why that turned me on so much, but I went from half-mast to fully-hard in an instant. A part of me was surprised my jeans didn't burst at the speed of my erection. Normally while my sister's under, I'm at least a little turned on, but knowing that she was completely under my control (well, you know what I mean) but still talking in her normal voice ... for some reason, it really did it for me.

Maybe I could get her to "hypothetically" talk dirty to a hypothetical boyfriend some time, I pondered. No idea why she'd be calling him by my name, but perhaps... —

With a bit of effort, I shook the ideas off, and went back to our conversation.

"I tell you that no, I'm not okay, and," ... fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound... "another tear falls from my eye. What do you say?"

"Is there any way the nurses can help you with this?"

"I tell you that I'm too embarrassed. I apologize for crying, and tell you not to worry. What do you say?"

Another pause. I leaned forward as she answered.

" ... do you want me to help you?"

It was weird, hearing her speak so emotively while her facial expression didn't change at all, her eyes staring blankly at me. She didn't seem to register me punching the air in victory, before turning back to her.

"I nod. What do you do?"

"I..."

I was hard as a rock by then. There was a long pause as I held my breath, not wanting to rush her.