Note: This story contains incest or scenes of incest content.
Part Two: Forbidden Fruit
Bobbi's Point of View:
Good.
I felt good, the best I'd felt in like, forever. Don't misunderstand, I still had doubts gnawing at me, I still felt conscious about getting on stage (amongst other things) and I still craved my brother's comfort in a whole host of ways. Yeah, let's not get it twisted, but in terms of feeling relaxed, physically, this was a different level.
I went to the living room to give my brother a big hug but found his hybrid bed made up and a note which stated that he went to his college library to study. There was something about the sound of my snoring distracting him and I ignored that part as I am clearly a princess and it is impossible for a princess to snore.
'Wait a minute,' I asked myself, 'wasn't I on the couch when he hypnotized me last night?' Was I so out of it I didn't remember walking to the bed? Had he carried me, and if so, had he done anything else? It was then I recalled the induction, that delicious feeling I had when he had control, and I wondered if he did anything with that.
Part of me wanted him to take the initiative, but the other part worried if he checked me out and then didn't like what he saw. My fantasies were one thing, but reality could be a little; well, colder. Suddenly I wasn't sure how I felt about ceding that much control over to him.
I went in to the bathroom and disrobed in front of the mirror while I debated in my mind how far we could go with the hypnosis. No clothing felt out of place, nor were there any marks I could see; no bruises, no hickeys. I quickly put my shirt and bra back on and pulled on my panties and shorts.
In terms of reactions I had a far better one to his method than he was having to mine, my worries were minor and, to be honest, a large part of me enjoyed the idea of him in charge. The subliminals though, I should do more research. I did feel bad about the effect it seemed to have on him, but something definitely happened between us yesterday evening. That look we shared once we came back in, I shivered at the memory. With that image in my mind and a quick bowl of cereal as fuel, I went back to work on my special files.
He returned around lunch time with a burger and some fries for me, which I quickly scarfed down, much to his stunned amazement. Bubba was quick to joke about me watching my weight and I considered joking about his size too, but I knew he could be a tad sensitive about the topic; so, I didn't. It wasn't just that, when it came to feelings in general, he was by far the more considerate and conscientious of us. I didn't bother asking him how I ended up in the bed last night.
He mentioned that he did some more studying on hypnosis and suggested trying it again and I accepted. I remember being taken in and out of the trance state several times that day, each time there was the feeling of relaxation, the concern on his face, but also something else. It is hard to describe but almost felt like a sense of weariness is all I could call it. I was quite tired when it ended; as he brought me back and it was almost ten o'clock at night.
"How do you feel?" His face was the first thing I saw when I came back. His leg was touching mine.
"Worn out," I croaked. I needed something to drink. I took a drink from a glass that had been full of cold water. It was warm now. "What happened?"
He took my hand in his. "After you went under, I tried to get you as relaxed as I could, and then we went back to middle school and the play."
"Bubba- "
"Shhh. Its okay." He patted me on the hand. "I had you talk about your feelings; you know, about returning to school after the treatments, about having to wear a wig. And then, you know, the play and your hair slipping."
"Oh." I turned from him and stared forward. I could feel the blood rising to my face and yet... and yet it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The relief must have shown, because my expression put him at ease.
Bubba smiled. "The extra studying seems to have worked."
I did not require any more prodding than that. I leaned over, and, with a contented sigh, hugged him. I laughed and turned my head until my lips nearly touched his ear. "Thank you," I murmured.
He nodded, the stubble on his cheek grazed my face and sent a thrill through me. He then pulled away but kept his arms around me in a half embrace. His hands were under my arm pits, not far from my boobies. I know he had to have had sensed my heartbeat, it was pounding in my chest. I closed my eyes as he leaned back in and gave me a quick brotherly peck on the lips. He had to see the disappointed look I gave him.
"Ahh, sorry Bobbi. I know you feel like maybe you have some energy back, but I've been up since early this morning, studying and all. Then when I got home, I've been working on you most of the day. If you want, we can start back at it again tomorrow, and then handle any follow up next weekend if you think you'll still need it."
Oh, I'll still need it Bubba; every last little bit of it.
So, I agreed. After that I wished him a goodnight and took my shower. This time as I rubbed myself, I imagined him being rougher with me. I pictured us together, with him yanking on my hair as he took me from behind, I would struggle for naught, my resistance overtaken by his raw strength. His hand would smack my ass and then reach under and paw my titties, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me cry out in ecstasy.
Did I moan out loud just then? I giggled. I was young, beautiful, and thirsty af. 'Let him hear me,' I vented to myself. 'Serves him right being so adorably good.' But I needed, wanted, craved him being bad. "Please Bubba, be bad for me," I whispered in to the steady spray of the shower.
Sunday was much the same, being unconscious for most of it, I would wake up to a feeling of weariness that quickly subsided in to sexual energy that had nowhere to go. It was almost like I was being tormented! That afternoon ended with a hug and a kiss on my forehead before he carried my bags out to my car for me.
That evening I transferred that energy in to my secret subliminal files which I decided I would test out on Kacy when I saw her at school Monday. Poor girl was in for a wallop, which I was entirely sure I wanted.
