Warning: The story contains scenes relating to mind control, manipulation and hypnotized sex which you may find uncomfortable.
Please turn away now if that is not your thing.
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Tonight's Fetishes: Accidental Hypnosis, Sleeping Sex, Wake Up Sex, Hypnosis Sex, Close Friends, Step-Siblings, Multiple POVs, Dual Hypnosis, Tricked into Hypnosis, Mind Controlled Male, Female Controller, Female Revenge, Manipulation, Unprotected Creampies
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A hypno-joke goes inadvertently wrong! Step-sibs wake up fucking in their sleep...
But then afterwards, step-sis takes advantage..
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Hypno Nights
Part 1 & 2
Created by
Mr. Lightning Star
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Part 1 - Even a Stopped Clock is Twice Right
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I stepped out to.. I guess *our* garden table and sat down on my usual chair to take a moment and simply reflect on my current situation.
My name is Tom and since last week me and my step-sister Tessa started officially living together here at their old place after her Mom passed away. With just the two of us left, it was a no-brainer.
I just bought an awesome ultra high-definition surround sound headset, which I'm currently using with my smartphone for a hypnosis relaxation track.
She should be getting late. Maybe she's found a girl she liked from the event. Or maybe even a guy.
It would do her good to get some. It's been months since she's had a lay. I'm fine with just being with myself for now.
Damn... What are the odds I'd be here right now?
My Mom passed away when I was 16. When I was 21, Dad met a woman who was a widow. It turns out it was the Mom of my former crush, Tessa. It was even more awkward since I tried to ask her out on a date before any of this happened. And she rejected me. But, thank GOD she didn't make it awkward once this all happened.
At least we didn't bang or anything before we became step-siblings.
So, my Dad and her Mom had their own place, got married and had ten good years altogether. But then, Pops passed away last, last year. Tessa's Mom couldn't take it. She was losing another husband. She had a heart attack just six months later, still from the grief.
It was an awful mess, but I was more worried about Tessa when we were grieving. Even after the funerals, we'd just stay in her bed as I talked with her about what she was feeling.
She really started to open up to people in general since then. I'm glad we got close. Not like siblings though, really, but more like very close friends. Who also just happen to live together now. That's it.
Me staying over even when she got better started simple enough. We'd hangout once or twice a week over dinner and TV, sometimes talk at her bed again, then she'd let me use the guest room to sleep overnight.
But then it became an extended thing, with me starting to leave behind clothes here for two-week stays every month until around April last month. Plus, we were working together on several film scripts anyway. She was a cinematographer while I was a scriptwriter. And she was a great cook.
When this May came, she just suggested I move in with her.
Again.. It was a no-brainer.
"Hey, Tommy Boy."
I turned from my seat to the right and saw the lady herself.
Tessa still calls me 'Tommy Boy' even at our age of 35 and 33. It's just Tom, by the way. My actual first name. Just Tom.
"Hey, Tessa. You're early."
She took the vacant seat to my left and spoke, "Yeah. Not many people my age were interested in Vietnamese tribal fabric making."
"What? That sounds hot to me!"
She laughed, then pretended not to be amused, "Whatever. What'cha listening to anyway?"
"Just some relaxation shit where someone tells me to rest again and again."
"This is another one of your weird self-experiments, huh?"
"Yep."
"So.. What you're listening to... That's like hypnosis?"
"Yeah."
"You mean the swinging clock thing and the 'You're getting sleeeepy now...' Is that it?"
"No. At least not this one. It's a guided self-hypnosis track with 'binaural beats,' whatever it is, which relaxes you while the narrator tells you to 'go deeper, feeling more relaaaaaxxxed..'"
"What part are you on?"
"The binaural beats part, just now."
"So.. Is that the one where the narrator just tells you stuff on that, right?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, you mean like," she snapped her fingers and looked into my eyes, "Your eyes are starting to feel heavy. Tonight, your hot step-sister Tessa will fuck you in your sleep, but you won't be able to move. During that time, you will start to feel paralyzed and unable to move your arms and legs until you cum inside of her, spurting loads of semen into her pussy. Your orgasm will be the most intense yet, and you'll be addicted to her powerful body. You will do as I say.. In three, two, one..." She snapped her fingers the second time.
"Yes, Master. I will- No! That is not going to happen!" I snickered.
Me and Tessa have this weird contest sometimes about saying the most annoying or the grossest things we can think of. I think it began from one of our drunk comedy show binges. Sometimes it devolved into an incest-themed and fetish-laced The Aristocrats joke. Whoever makes a disgusted face loses.
"Here, try it out. It might chill you out from all the anti-women-filmmakers on the internet."
I put the headset on her ears. I let her listen to it for a while. Then, it was my turn to annoy her. I snapped my fingers.
"As you begin to relax, you'll start to listen to me and follow my instructions. You're gonna have sex with your your step-brother Tom while he sleeps. But before that, you will strip yourself naked and rub your bodies in tea oil. And as you have sex with your step-brother, you will feel immense pleasure and scream out his name, not letting him go until you feel his seed erupt inside your womb AND feel the most powerful orgasm you've ever had. Only your step-brother can make you cum like that ever again. You'll wake up and obey... right... now!" I snapped my fingers.
Her eyes turned glazed. She stared at me blankly.
"Tessa?"
No response.
I snapped again. "Tessa? Are you-?"
She stood up.
Then, she straddled me. She sat down on my lap facing me.
"What are you-?"
Then, she started to unbuckle her belt and take her pants off!
"Shit! Tessa, wake up!"
I took off the headset from her ears and even shook her by her shoulders. "Tessa, WAKE UP!"
It was no use! She pulled down her pants and revealed her pink laced panties.
"TESSA!"
"Ha! Gotcha!"
"What?"
She pulled her pants back up and jumped off me, laughing like a mad woman.
"Hahahah! Ahhh, you were sooo terrified, you fucker!"
"That wasn't funny, Tessa!"
"Hahhh.. I beg to differ." She started walking into the house. "*I* won!"
"You really pulled your pants down just to beat me?"
"Yep."
I muttered, "What a bitch."
"I heard thaaaat." She said, gloating.