Hypnotic Betrayal

As the scheduled day approached, Jack found himself growing increasingly nervous. The next phase of his plan involved pushing Kelly's boundaries. He had meticulously planned everything, but knew the human mind often worked things out on its own. He needed to implement his changes subtly, ensuring that Kelly wouldn't question them. It was crucial that she believed the changes originated from her, maintaining the illusion of her control; otherwise, if he pushed too far, the entire charade would fall apart. Jack wished hypnosis was as powerful as depicted in erotic novels, where it could effortlessly bend people to his will. In reality, it wasn't. While it could help suppress memories and break habits, it required multiple sessions of reinforcement, tricking and deceiving the mind.

He was always too afraid to attempt anything with his female patients; if something went wrong or a memory resurfaced, it would spell disaster for him. However, things were different with Kelly. He had constant access to her, allowing him to reinforce his suggestions until they became her reality. Trying the same with a patient posed risks, as there was always the possibility of an emergency preventing the subject from attending scheduled sessions, causing whatever he had done to gradually resurface.

As he glanced at the clock on the wall, he realized the moment had arrived. He clenched his teeth, having waited so long for her to request hypnosis. Now that the opportunity had presented itself, he knew he had to follow through with his plan. It was now or never. He grabbed what he needed and drove to her place Jack's heart raced as he pulled into Kelly's driveway. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves before exiting the car. As he approached the front door, he ran through the script in his mind one last time. Every word, every gesture had to be perfect.

Kelly greeted him with a warm smile, oblivious to the turmoil beneath his calm exterior.

"I'm so glad you're here, Jack. I've been looking forward to this all day."

"Oh is that so," forcing a casual tone. "Shall we get started then?"

Trying to put on his warmest smile, he noticed Kelly blushing slightly. It seemed the suggestions from last time were working wonderfully.

They settled into her living room, Kelly reclining on the couch while Jack sat nearby in the same armchair. He began the induction process, he didn't bring out the incense stick from last time as kelly was already relaxed enough for him.

His soothing voice guided Kelly into a deep trance state, her eyes fluttering closed as she sank deeper into relaxation. Jack observed her carefully, noting the subtle changes in her breathing and muscle tension. When he was satisfied she had reached the right level of suggestibility, he began the next phase.

"Kelly, you're doing wonderfully," he murmured. "now i want to ask you some questions is that alright"

"yes"

"Why do you always wear baggy clothes?"

Kelly appeared visibly uncomfortable with the question.

"Remember, I'm your brother, You wanted to be hypnotized to help you relax, and what better way to do that than by sharing what's on your mind?"

Kelly leaned back into the sofa, feeling that what her brother said made sense. It was exhausting to think at this moment, and she just wanted to enjoy the calming sensation she always felt when under hypnosis. In a monotone voice, she replied,

"Because its something mom wanted."

Jack remembered that their mom had always had a thing for covering up; did Mom force her to wear baggy clothes, and Kelly grew to feel safe in them.

"But why didn't you ever change to more feminine clothes?" Jack asked.

"I got bullied, so I just always kept wearing whatever clothes Mom would buy."

He never realized she was being bullied for it. That would explain why she grew to feel safe in her baggy clothes.

"Who bullied you?"

"Other girls," she replied.

"I once overheard my own friends making fun of me behind my back."

Jack frowned, understanding that it made sense for the other girls to pick on her. She must have received a lot of attention, which likely made the other girls jealous. Jack didn't really start to notice his sister until much later in life.

"Well, there's no one left to tease you, Why do you still choose to wear baggy clothes?"

"I'm afraid people will see me differently or gossip about me."

"Have you ever wanted to wear more feminine outfits?"he asked.

"Yes,"

"You know, I help people for a living. Maybe we can explore that, would you like that."

"Yes i think so"

Now, he just needed to ensure she felt the wardrobe change was her own idea.

"Is this change something you want?" Kelly seemed lost in thought and needed a gentle nudge.

"I'm sure John would really like it," he hinted.

"Yes." Finally the response came.

"How would you like to go about it?"

"I don't know," she said it was hard for her to think in this state.

"Why don't we start small? How does that sound? Instead of changing everything at once, maybe you can pick someone in your life besides John and try dressing a bit differently for them. Nothing too drastic--perhaps shorts and a tank top to start with and see how you feel. The choice is entirely yours."

Jack grinned, knowing that over the last two sessions, he had subtly built Kelly's trust in him completely. Kelly paused, pondering who could help her.

"Do you have someone in mind?"

"You," she responded.

Jack's heart skipped a beat. This was progressing even better than he had hoped. He took a steadying breath before responding, careful to keep his voice neutral.

"Me? Are you sure, Kelly?"

"Yes," she murmured, still deep in trance. "You're my brother. I trust you."

Jack felt a twinge of guilt at her words, but he pushed it aside. He was too close to his goal now to let his conscience interfere.

Jack chose to continue along this path, leading her to believe that all the decisions were made by her.

"You trust me, don't you, Kelly?"

"Yes,"

"If you trust me, it stands to reason that I have your best interests at heart, right?"

Kelly hesitated before answering, "I don't know."

It was understandable for her to respond that way; he just needed to guide her thinking.

"Have I ever done anything to hurt you?" he inquired.

"No," she answered.

"So, it makes sense that I care about your best interests, doesn't it?"

It seemed logical to Kelly, and she didn't want to overthink it and disrupt her current state of relaxation.

"Yes," she agreed.

"Since I have your best interests in mind, it stands to reason that you should feel completely comfortable wearing anything around me."

Kelly paused for a moment. It made sense; after all, he was her brother, and wearing anything around him shouldn't bother her.

"Yes," she replied once more.

Jack needed to get her accustomed to answering yes so she would spend less time analyzing his words and more time believing it was her own idea.

"You'll want to catch my eye,"

Kelly frowned, wondering why she would want to draw her brother's attention. Jack silently cursed, getting ready to implant another suggestion in her.

"Every time your brother looks at you, an exhilarating sensation will sweep over you, sending delightful shivers down your spine and making you yearn for that feeling once more. His gaze will make you feel the same relaxing feeling that the hypnosis sessions do, and when he looks at you, you'll feel as though your chest is beating faster as if you're looking at your crush."

Kelly eased up, taking the suggestion realizing that whenever her brother's eyes were on her, she felt great.

"Say it, Kelly," Jack urged. He had to hammer into her mind that she needed his gaze for his plans to work.

"I want to catch my borthers gaze," she repeated.

"Good,"

"Remember you'll feel incredibly happy whenever you have your brother's attention. In fact, you'll find yourself doing anything to draw his gaze. The longer he looks at you, the better you'll feel."

Jack spent another ten minutes reinforcing this idea before starting the process of bringing her out of the trance.

"So how do you feel sis," jack asked a smile on his face.

Kelly's eyes fluttered open, a dreamy smile spreading across her face.

"I feel... amazing," stretching languidly on the couch. "So relaxed and light."

"That's wonderful," Jack replied, his tone warm and encouraging. "Sometimes the mind has a lot on its plate and relaxation is an important part for it."

Kelly sat up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, I was thinking... maybe I should try wearing something different next time i feel like with this sessions taking away so much of my stress i feel like its time for a change but i want to start small you know."

Jack nodded encouragingly. "That sounds like a great idea, Kelly. Starting small is smart. What were you thinking of wearing?"

Kelly bit her lip, looking slightly uncertain. "Maybe... a tank top and shorts? Nothing too crazy, but different from my usual baggy clothes."

"I think that would look nice, and you'd be more comfortable in the warm weather we've been having."

Kelly smiled, seeming pleased by his approval. "You're right. I'll give it a try next time."

Kelly felt a thrill every time her brother looked at her; each eye contact sent a jolt of electricity through her. She wished he would look at her more often and resolved to capture his attention during their next session. As she pondered this, she realized they hadn't set a date for their next meeting. Her eyes brightened upon remembering that John would be working late tomorrow. She quickly suggested,

"I know it's early, but since John is working late again tomorrow, can we have a session then as well?"

Jack raised an eyebrow but agreed, saying, "Sure, why not?"

As jack walked out the door he turned and looked at kelly see you tomorrow kelly blushed and realish at his gaze on her see you then.

The following day, Jack spent the entire time watching the clock, hoping time would speed up. His sessions with Kelly had been going well so far. As the clock finally struck 5 PM, Jack grabbed his keys and headed out, his heart racing with anticipation. The drive to Kelly's house felt agonizingly slow, but he forced himself to maintain a calm exterior.

When he arrived, Kelly greeted him at the door with a shy smile. She was wearing a fitted tank top and shorts that showed off her curves, a stark contrast to her usual baggy attire. Jack smiled, but he quickly composed himself.

"Hey sis, you look nice."

Kelly beamed at the compliment, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks.

"Thanks," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought I'd try something different like we talked about."

As they settled into the living room, Jack couldn't help but notice Kelly positioning herself to catch his attention. She would lean forward, but he deliberately looked away, reminding himself to stick to his plan. Kelly seemed disappointed by her brother's lack of attention, unsure why it upset her so much. She pretended to drop something and bent down to pick it up, offering a full view of her ample chest. When she looked up, she was disheartened to see him focused on arranging his belongings, ignoring her. It took all his willpower not to look at her. Finally, once he was set up, he glanced at her and said,

"Okay, ready?" Kelly just nodded, looking upset.

As Jack began the hypnosis induction, he spoke softly and gently, lulling Kelly into a trance. With her eyes closed, Jack took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Kelly looked stunning, her shorts modest yet her tank top struggling to contain the monsters on her chest. He couldn't help but wonder if his hands were even big enough to cup all of them. Soon he would know, but not just yet. He felt a surge of desire, adjusting the growing bulge in his pants. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to concentrate. He had work to complete.

Noticed her tension melting away. Once she was fully under, he started his carefully planned suggestions.

"Kelly, you're doing so well, Now, I want you to think about how you felt when I looked at you earlier. Remember that warm, happy feeling?"

Kelly nodded slightly, a small smile playing on her lips.

"That's right, It feels so good when I look at you, doesn't it? You crave that attention. In fact, you'll do anything to get me to look at you more often."

He paused, allowing his suggestion to take root.

"When I do look at you, you experience a rush of pleasure. It feels incredible, doesn't it? Yet, I haven't looked at you much, have I, Kelly?" he had subtly introduced the idea that his gaze would give her pleasure; also, it wouldn't be anything major but just enough for her to want more.

"No," Kelly replied, her voice flat and sad.

"Why do you think that is?"

Kelly pondered but couldn't find an answer. "I don't know,"

"Think about it have you really done anything to genuinely capture my attention? Sure, you're wearing shorts and a tank top, but that's something I could see on any street. If you really wanted to stand out, don't you think you should do something out of the ordinary?" Jack needed to be carefully; he couldn't tell her how she should dress. It all had to seem as though the ideas were coming from her, making her feel in control.

Kelly mulled over his words, finding them sensible.

"Would you say you did anything out of the ordinary that should catch my attention?"

She reflected and realized he was right. She hadn't applied makeup or styled her hair; she had only changed clothes. Why would her brother pay attention when she had just put on a tank top?

"So, what should you do to catch my attention?"

Kelly considered, "Put on makeup," she suggested, sounding uncertain. "Well, you could do that, but do you think it will get you much more than a few extra glances?" He was right; he had seen her with makeup before.

"Remember, people notice the out-of-the-ordinary and shocking. So, if you want to catch my attention, what should you do?"

She thought about it--shocking. But what did that mean? Her mind felt sluggish, like trudging through waist-deep snow. Observing his sister struggle to work it out, he smiled, deciding it was time for a gentle nudge in the direction he wanted her to take. After all, he couldn't directly suggest she wear more revealing clothes, but if it came from her, she wouldn't overthink her choice.

Do you recall the time we went to Vegas with our parents when we were 18, and Dad got into trouble with Mom because he kept staring at one of the hostesses in the casino? Why do you think she attracted so much attention from men? She remembered that vacation and how her mother stayed upset the entire day after her dad glanced one too many times at that hostess. Jack was right; it wasn't just her dad--all the men were looking at her. Suddenly, it clicked for her. She remembered how shocked she was that someone would dress like that in public. That's right--the attention was because of the shock factor. The hostess was wearing shorts that were practically underwear, with her backside exposed, and a pair of nipple pasties.

Seeing his sister make the connections he wanted he smiled, "remember you'll want to draw my gaze to you by any means."

Kelly's eyes remained closed, but her brow furrowed slightly as she processed Jack's words.

"I... I will get youre attention by any means," she murmured softly. "To get your attention, I need to be more... shocking."

Jack nodded, though Kelly couldn't see it.

"That's right. And how do you think you could do that?"

There was a long pause as Kelly's mind worked through the implications. Finally, she spoke hesitantly.

"I could... wear less. Show more skin."

"Excellent," Jack said soothingly. "You're so smart, Kelly. And how would that make you feel?"

"Nervous," Kelly admitted. "But... excited too. Happy to have your eyes on me."

Jack leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Remember, Kelly, my gaze makes you feel amazing it sent waves thru your body and a rush of pleasure unlike any other right"

Kelly nodded slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Yes... it feels so good when you look at me."

Jack smiled, pleased with her response.

"That's right. And the more shocking your outfit, the more I'll look. The more skin you show, the more pleasure you'll feel. It's only natural, isn't it?"

"Yes," Kelly breathed, her body relaxing further into the couch.

"Good, Now, when you wake up, you'll feel an overwhelming desire to dress more provocatively for our next session. You'll want to shock me, to make sure I can't take my eyes off you. And every time I look at you, you'll feel waves of subtle pleasure coursing through your body. Do you understand?"

"I understand," Kelly replied dreamily.

Jack spent the next few minutes reinforcing these suggestions before slowly bringing Kelly out of the trance

As Kelly's eyes fluttered open, Jack watched her carefully. She looked dazed for a moment before focusing on him with a shy smile.

"How do you feel?" he asked casually.

"I feel... good," Kelly replied, stretching languidly. "Really relaxed."

Jack nodded, standing up. "That's great. I'm glad the session was helpful."

As he gathered his things to leave, he noticed Kelly fidgeting slightly, her eyes darting to him and then away. He pretended not to notice, curious to see how she would react.

Just as he reached the door, Kelly blurted out, "Jack, wait!"

He turned, raising an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Kelly blushed, looking down at her hands. "I was wondering... could we maybe have another session soon? Like friday?"

Jack feigned surprise. "Friday"?

Kelly nodded eagerly. "Yes, Friday. John has a late meeting, so I'll be free. If you're available, of course."

Jack pretended to consider it for a moment. "Well, I suppose I could make that work. Same time?"

"Yes, perfect," Kelly said, a hint of excitement in her voice. "I'll... I'll be ready for you."

Jack smiled, noting the slight emphasis on 'ready'. "Sounds good. See you then, sis."

As he walked to his car, Jack couldn't help but grin. Everything was falling into place perfectly. He wondered just how far Kelly would go to shock him on Friday. The anticipation was already building.

The next day, Kelly found herself obsessing over what to wear for their upcoming session. She scoured her closet, but nothing seemed revealing enough. After all, she had always dressed modestly. She saw some old volleyball shorts from back during her high school days and tried them on.

Kelly slipped on the old shorts, surprised at how snug they felt. They hugged her curves tightly, barely covering her bottom. She turned to examine herself in the mirror, gasping at how much of her legs were exposed. The shorts were so small they resembled booty shorts.

She recalled how these shorts used to be more concealing and looser back in high school. Now, at 28, with some added weight around her midsection and backside, it was understandable why they fit so snugly. She had always been self-conscious about her generous backside, though she took some solace in the fact that it wasn't saggy. Her curves made it seem like they belonged to a larger woman. The shorts hugged her figure closely, slipping into the crease of her ass as if they were being consumed, and at the front, there was a slight indentation, of a camel toe.

A thrill ran through her at the thought of Jack seeing her like this. It was shocking, just like she wanted. But was it enough? She frowned, realizing her current tank tops wouldn't match the revealing nature of the shorts.

On impulse, Kelly grabbed a pair of scissors. With trembling hands, she began cutting the bottom of her tank top, shortening it until it barely covered her breasts. The makeshift crop top left her midriff completely bare.