Hypnotising Justin

This story was produced by acute insomnia, twisted imagination and a hyperactive libido and as such is best enjoyed under similar circumstances. The Earl recommends that no reader should progress beyond this point unless under the influence of sleep deprivation, hallucinogens and a porn star named Davina.

Great thanks to Master Hypnotist, whose How-To on erotic hypnosis provided both the idea and a lot of the facts for this story. It can be found here and is well worth reading. Thanks also to WildSweetOne who as usual performed sterling editorial work. Anyone who spots the Red Dwarf reference is to be commended, but probably not encouraged. I’ll put money on Chicklet finding it.

I hope you have fun reading this story. I certainly had fun writing it. Several times in fact. Feedback is always welcome and make sure you vote before you leave. Remember to reach for that 5 at the end. If you like the story, I recommend looking at Seducing Dawn or The Training Ch 03.

Tess looked over the small kit she had put together and considered her position. She knew she could do it; the question was whether she should, or even whether she ought to do it. Her head reeled with the conflicting arguments and she considered how she had arrived at this dilemma in the first place.

***

It had all started with a throwaway comment by her friend, Amanda, about hypnotism. Amanda was blonde, petite and sickeningly beautiful. She considered herself an expert on sex, having first “done it” when she was 15 and gone through 7 boyfriends in the next three years. She had adopted Tess and made it her personal mission to help her lose her virginity.

They were lying in Tess’s room, idly flicking through magazines, when Amanda suddenly piped up, “Did you know that you can make people do pretty much anything with a spoon and a clock?”

“Sorry?”

“It’s a hypnotism thing. You get a special type of clock that ticks back and forth every second…”

“A metronome?”

“Something like that. Anyway you attach the spoon to the moving bit on the clock thingy and apparently you can put people into trances and get them to pretend they’re chickens and stuff.”

“Amanda, everyone knows you can do that with hypnotism. Haven’t you ever seen the Paul McKenna show?”

“I just thought you’d be interested.”

“Any particular reason?” Tess rolled over to fix her gaze on her friend. “Where did you find this staggeringly new piece of information then?”

“There’s an article in here about erotic hypnosis and I thought it could help you.”

The reference finally clicked for Tess as she realised that Amanda was making the most of her skill at working the conversation around to her three favourite topics: Tess should be getting sex, Why isn’t Tess getting sex and How can I help Tess get more sex. It wasn’t as if Tess was unattractive; her long dark hair and deep brown eyes allied to a fairly curvy body, had earned her several suitors, but she’d rebuffed most and been too shy to go anywhere with the others. Amanda seemed to regard her hesitancy as a challenge.

“Gee thanks sweetie, I’m flattered. I know I’m a couple of pounds overweight, but I don’t think I’m desperate enough to resort to hypnotism.”

“It’s not about desperation, it’s a serious pulling technique.”

“Why would you need to hypnotise people to go out with you?”

“Oh come on look, my arse is huge. Look at it.” Amanda turned to display a flawless backside. “It’s massive.”

Tess rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her transparent attempts to get compliments. Amanda picked up her magazine and offered it to her. “At least have a read. It’s quite interesting.”

Tess plucked it out of her hands and lobbed it into the corner of the room, quite hurt that Amanda would consider that she needed it. “No thanks, not quite that desperate yet. Come on, let’s get something to eat.” Tess resolved not to give the article another thought.

***

Tess tossed and turned in bed. Her mind was working ninety to the dozen, making it impossible to sleep. Her mind kept going back to that copy of Cosmopolitan that she had tossed so carelessly in the corner of the room and how it wouldn’t hurt just to read it. After all reading it wouldn’t mean anything. And after she’d read it, she could go to sleep.

Pleased with this logic, she scrabbled for her glasses and then flicked on the light. She stalked over to the corner where she’d lobbed the magazine and scoured the article for information. Twice. She wasn’t actually considering doing anything; it was just out of curiosity of how it would be done. Apparently, all that was required was a metronome, a spoon, a suitable subject and two keywords, one for start and one for stop. She flicked off the light wandered back to her bed, pausing only to trip over a chair. She got up, cursing her stupidity, the chair for being there and her toe for hurting, and limped back to bed.

Light flooded in as her door opened a crack and she saw her twenty year old stepbrother, Justin, silhouetted against the light. His long dark hair framed his face in disarray and Tess could tell she’d woken him up. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“I thought I heard a thud.”

“I just…never mind.” Tess didn’t want to admit that she’d fallen over a chair. “It was nothing.”

“Oh. Goodnight then.

“Night.”

The door closed again and darkness returned to her room. She put her glasses back on the bedside table by touch and returned to her thoughts. Hypothetically she could do it, but on who? All of the men she knew were puerile, coarse or annoying. Some were all three. She racked her brains trying to think of someone who’d she’d want anywhere near her genitals. The only man her age who she really liked was Justin and although she’d had an enormous crush on him since their parents had first married, he wasn’t really a viable target. Shit, it wasn’t worth thinking about anyway, it wasn’t as though she was going to actually get a metronome and try it on anybody.

***

It had taken her ages to track down a metronome with the correct moving parts necessary. To read the article, which she had by now cut out of the magazine and carried with her, you would imagine that metronomes with hands were commonplace, but every music shop she went to only had digital ones. She tried telling herself to calm down; it’s not as though you were planning to do anything major with it, you were just going to see whether it worked, but her infuriation at the lack of useful metronomes soared until she finally located one in a magic trick shop, designed especially for hypnotism.

When she got home, she laid out her small hypnotism kit: metronome, shiny spoon and the dog-eared article, which had suffered from travelling around in her pocket all day. Now all she had to do was decide whether she should do this to Justin.

It wasn’t as though she was going to do anything immoral; she was just going to see whether it would work. She went over the article one more time and decided on her start and stop words: yukimasu and shimata (Japanese for “Go” and “I have made an error”). The article suggested using foreign words so that they didn’t crop up in normal conversation.

Tess made one last check over her preparations and decided to go find her brother. There wasn’t really any moral issue here. After all, it’s not like she was planning to do anything wrong.

Confident that she’d made a logical and mature decision, she went to look for Justin. Unfortunately, Justin had left her a note informing her that he wouldn’t be back till late. Frustrated, she sat down and watched TV to pass the time.

***

Tess woke up and took a second to work out where she was, then realised she had fallen asleep in front of the television. She crawled out of the chair and stretched her cricked neck, wondering what the hell she’d stayed up for. The memory made its way through her drowsy synapses: Justin. She wandered upstairs to find out whether he’d come home yet.

She found him in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and gave him their ritual greeting. “Hey bro.”

“Hey sis. Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I couldn’t sleep.” Tess leaned on the doorframe and twisted a lock of her hair between her fingers. “Don’t suppose you could do me a favour?”

Justin spat out the toothpaste and turned to look at her. “Like what?”

“I’ve got this bet with Amanda. She bet me a fiver that I couldn’t hypnotise someone and I was kinda hoping…”

“That I’d be the guinea pig.” He sounded a little disapproving and Tess remembered that he didn’t particularly like Amanda. In fact, he spent as much time as he could out of the house when she was around. She cursed her poor choice of lie, but she was stuck with it now and resorted to pleading.

“Come on Justin, I’d only need to do it once.”

“I’m not doing anything foolish in front of Amanda.”

“I wouldn’t make you look stupid.”

“I’m more worried about her.”

A sudden thought struck Tess and she blurted out, “What if I videotaped it?”

“What?”

“If you don’t want to be hypnotised in front of Amanda, then why don’t we do it now and videotape it.”

“Look Tess, can we talk about it tomorrow? I’m really tired and its not really worth…”

“Come on, it’s a matter of principle. You don’t want to prove Amanda right do you?” Tess realised she had struck gold with this last comment and pressed home her advantage. “Come on, it’d only take a few minutes. I’ll give you the fiver if you want; I just don’t want Amanda to be right. You know how smug she gets…”

“All right, all right, I’ll do it.” Justin dried his face and turned to look her in the eyes. “You owe me for this though.”

“Great, I’ll just get the stuff together.” Tess ran to her room to collect her kit, ignoring Justin’s despairing cry of “Can’t I pretend to be hypnotised?”

Justin was sitting on his bed when she came back. She fumbled with the spoon, eventually sticking it to the arm of the metronome, her fingers suddenly clumsy and gauche. “Right…umm…okay, I want you to stare at where the light shines off this spoon. You need to watch it with your….”

“The light’s not shining off the spoon.”

“What?”

“There’s no shine on that spoon.”

Tess looked at her equipment and saw the huge fingerprint where the light was supposed to be shining. “Oh sorry.” She polished it with her t-shirt. “Better?”

“Right, now I want you to stare at where the light shines off this spoon. You need to watch it with your eyes, following the spoon as it moves.” Tess clicked the on button of the metronome. Unfortunately, it was set on a high-speed setting and the spoon flew off into the corner of the room.

Justin closed his eyes, despairing. “Can’t we do this another time?”

“No!” As impulsive statements go, it wasn’t the best. Tess tried to rescue her statement and restore her dignity; a difficult trick to pull off when crawling on all fours trying to find a teaspoon. “Amanda’s coming round tomorrow and I’ve got to have done it by then.”

“Can’t we do it tomorrow morning?”

“It’s easier to do at night.” Tess finally found the spoon under a pile of magazines. She polished it on her shirt and re-attached it to the metronome. “Come on bro, it’ll only take a minute.”

“What’s wrong?” Justin was worried about how agitated Tess was getting over a fiver bet.

“Nothing’s wrong. Can we please just do this?”

Justin considered this. He didn’t really want to go through with it, but Tess sounded pretty desperate for some reason. Probably easier to do it and find out what was wrong with her later. “Kay, but you really owe me one.”

Tess let out an audible sigh of relief. “Right, I want you to look at the shiny spot on the spoon. You need to follow the spoon with your eyes.” She twisted the speed knob on the metronome and switched it on. The clicking filled the room as the arm swung back and forth.

“You’re getting very sleepy as you watch the spoon. Your eyelids are closing and…ummm…they’re closing…and you’re getting very sleepy.” She looked at Justin. His eyes were closed.

“Did it work? Are you hypnotised?”

“No.” Justin opened his eyes. He saw the look on Tess’s face and took pity on her. “Maybe you need to do it a bit more slowly. You know, work up the whole sleepy and eyelids heavy thing. And I think you’ve got to be a bit more confident about it.”

It took three more failed attempts and two more appeals for the idea to be abandoned from Justin before Tess noticed that her brother’s head appeared to be sinking onto his chest. Pleasantly surprised that it had worked, she began to put him into a deeper trance.

“I’m going to count backwards from ten to one. With each number you’re gonna go into a deeper trance, gradually sliding deeper and deeper.”

It seemed to be working. Unfortunately Tess didn’t have a clue what she was going to do next. She’d been running on denial so far, but now she had to work out what she actually wanted.

She could actually hypnotise him to sleep with her, to be her willing sex slave. The unexpected thought floated tantalisingly in her head. Why not? She fancied him and it wasn’t like she was overloaded with offers from suitable men. There was no point pretending that the whole aim of this exercise hadn’t been to get sex.

On the other hand, that sounded very desperate. She didn’t want to have sex with a robot; she wanted someone who genuinely cared for her. A little voice in her head told her that she should take what she could get. Justin certainly loved her, but he’d never see her in that light.

The idea struck Tess so suddenly that she almost expected a lightbulb to ping into being above her head. She didn’t need to force him to love her, just to make him see her as something other than his stepsister. That way, if he was interested in her, he’d be able to act without being held back by inhibitions.

Pleased with her logic, Tess implanted the suggestion that Justin should see her as just a sexy 18 y/o girl and should react accordingly. As an afterthought, she added that he should get very horny whenever he saw her or thought about her. That couldn’t bias things too much.

“Justin, I’m going to count to ten, and as I count, you’ll move slowly out of your trance with every number. You’ll wake up feeling really refreshed and you won’t remember anything that happened to you while you were under. You will return to this trance state when I say yukimasu. 10, 9, 8, 7…”

***

The numbers rang through Justin’s head, echoing as though he was at the bottom of a deep pit. He felt like he was climbing, swimming out of a darkness into light. He opened his eyes, taking a second to adjust to his surroundings.

The room was dim, the only illumination glinting through the billowing curtains from the streetlight outside, but he could still pick out the movement of the metronome as it continued its relentless ticking in front of him on the bed. Tess was perched on the edge of his desk, watching him intently. The light played across her, almost carving her features from the shadows, picking out details. She looked beautiful and in that second Justin started to appreciate what a gorgeous woman she was growing up into. He absent-mindedly wondered whether she was still a virgin, before remembering who he was thinking about. Still, if she wasn’t his sister… His gaze unconsciously travelled up the line of her leg, admiring the curves there.

“You okay?” Tess asked.

“Yeah, fine. Did it work?”

Tess’s lips curled in a smug smirk that seemed to engulf her entire face. She looked like she was laughing at a private joke. “Of course it worked. Did you ever have any doubts?” She hopped down and offered a hand to help him up. “I am a master hypnotist, didn’t you know?”

Her good humour was infectious and Justin accepted the hand up. “So where’s the video camera?”

“What video camera?”

“You mean you didn’t record it? I’m not doing that again in front of Amanda.”

Tess’s smile faltered momentarily. “Oh that video camera. No, I did record it, I put it away already.”

Justin was dubious, but didn’t press it. Something else was bothering him now. “Did you change clothes?” Tess was wearing an alarmingly low-cut top and a short skirt, both of which were designed to show off her figure to perfection. His neck was straining with the effort of not looking at her cleavage.

“No. Been wearing this all evening.”

Justin examined her sceptically. Surely he would have noticed that much flesh earlier. He made an effort to force normalcy, aware of the growing bulge that he was concealing behind his elbow. This was his sister for Christ’s sake! “You going out somewhere?”

Tess shrugged her shoulders in an over-choreographed display of nonchalance. “Nah, thinking about going to sleep. You going to bed yet?”

“Yeah probably.”

“See you in the morning then.” Tess turned and sashayed out of the room, hoping that Justin’s eyes were still fixed on her as she walked out.

***

Justin rolled over, scuffling the bedcovers around him again. He didn’t feel remotely sleepy and was harbouring intense feelings of guilt for the way that he’d been leering over Tess earlier. The madness had faded now that she’d left the room and he was able to appreciate what a tit he was with the ability of hindsight.

He wasn’t sure what had come over him. One moment she was just his sister and the next she had turned into some kind of sex-goddess. He had to hope to God that Tess hadn’t noticed him ogling her.

Knowing that he shouldn’t fantasise over Tess was one thing. Stopping himself was another. Every time he closed his eyes, his mind conjured up a picture of Tess behind his eyelids, happily stripping for him, kissing him, reaching for his…

Justin shook his head to dispel the thoughts. This was insane. She was his sister. He shouldn’t be fantasising about his sister. The images persisted in his head though; his imagination adding the details that he didn’t know.

The room suddenly felt very hot and Justin pushed the covers to the foot of the bed. What was wrong with him? He needed to get up at six tomorrow morning for work and couldn’t stop his mind working.

She was only his step-sister though. It wasn’t as though they were actually related. He pushed those thoughts away. It’d be wrong to make a move on Tess. She trusted him.

Justin suddenly realised that he’d been playing with himself while thinking, his cock swollen with the thoughts and ideas that his overactive libido was throwing at him. He sighed. What the hell, it was probably better to fantasise than repress, right? As long as it stayed in his head, it’d be okay.

In his mind, Tess smiled at him and reached out. Her hand wrapped around him, squeezing, then releasing to run a finger down the underside. Fingertips dragged up the vein and played with the sensitive spot under his bellend while a palm cupped his balls, rubbing and stimulating across the skin before sliding down to press behind them. His arousal leapt further as the fingers exploited this sensitive spot, enjoying the feeling of abandon.

The hand closed around him again and this time began to move, pulling down roughly before skimming back up to circle round the head. Justin’s breathing had degenerated into gasps now and he could feel a burning building up in his groin. The fingers pressed harder and the friction built, radiating out into his thighs.

“Oh God, Tess.” The fingers clenched around him, providing the final impetus as all his muscles tensed in an eruption of ecstasy. His entire body pulsed to his throbbing cock and the fingers squeezed tighter, trying to extract every ounce of pleasure out of the orgasm. Behind his eyelids, Tess smirked with delight and bent her head to lick him, her tongue caressing him as he shot.

His body relaxed, sinking onto the bed and Justin fell into an uneasy sleep, guilt racking him at his thoughts.