Michelle Williams was a smoking hot 22 year old legal secretary. She was tall, blonde and had a killer, voluptuous body that drove men wild. The busty blonde still lived at home with her father and stepmother, as well as her young 18 year old stepbrother Hugh. Michelle was currently single, but never had too much trouble getting guys, most of them easily drawn to her curvaceous body and open sexual nature.
Where Michelle was popular and outgoing, her Hugh stepbrother was the exact opposite. Quiet and withdrawn he had never had a girlfriend and as far as Michelle was aware he was a virgin. Michelle always thought it was pity he never came out of his shell, and she had a bit of soft spot for him. She was sure there would be plenty of girls interesting in the sweet young teenager if they got to know him.
Hugh and Michelle’s parents had got married five years ago, back when 17 year old Michelle had been the hottest girl in school and 13 year old Hugh was just going through puberty. Hugh had always been incredibly nervous around Michelle, and even now he still seemed uncomfortable in her presence. She was pretty sure that initial crush he’d clearly had on her had never gone away.
Over the years Michelle had tried to help Hugh out with his female problems, setting him up with some of her younger friends and associates a number of times, but it had never gone well. Hugh had mostly been too scared to even accept the offer of a blind date and the few times he did they didn’t seem to go anywhere. It had got to the point where Michelle was even tempted to give him a mercy fuck herself, just so he could lose his cherry, but the fact their parents were married just made it too weird for her to go through with. She also considered hiring a hooker for Hugh, but in the end decided that was too horrible and dirty for his first time.
On day however, something happened which changed everything.
Michelle came home from work a little early on a Wednesday evening and found Hugh lying on the couch in the lounge reading a big red book with the title ‘Hypnotherapy: A Clinical Handbook’.
“Thinking of enrolling in med-school?” Michelle teased him, sitting down on the arm of the couch beside where he reclined.
Hugh looked up, startled as though he hadn’t noticed her come in. “Ah,” he stammered. “It’s a book on hypnosis.”
“Hypnosis?” Michelle asked, a little curious now, it certainly wasn’t like his usual computer game magazine reading. Michelle crossed her long legs, unconsciously drawing Hugh’s stare to the expanse of bare thigh that was suddenly revealed by the slit in her knee-length business skirt.
“Um, yeah,” said Hugh, sitting up. “It’s really cool, I can put people in trances and plant hypnotic suggestions and do all sorts of cool stuff. Like help people quit smoking or overcome fears, lots of stuff.”
“Like make them cluck like a chicken?” Michelle said with a teasing giggle, she leant forward to look over his shoulder at the book.
Hugh swallowed grimacing at the chicken suggestion. As she leant forwards he got an eye-full of her deep cleavage down the open top of her white blouse. His stepsister sure had an incredible pair of hooters.
“It’s medical stuff,” he told her, pointing to a picture of the brain on one page filled with lots of very long words and anatomical descriptions. “It’s not Las Vegas show stuff.”
“So you think you can make me stop biting my fingernails?” she said dubiously, holding out one hand in front of her as she critically regarded her depressingly short nails. It was always the one feature she tried to hide from male stares rather than flaunt like the rest of her stunning body.
“Sure,” Hugh nodded eagerly.
“Hypnotism doesn’t work,” scoffed Michelle, “it’s all just an act.”
“No, it’s real!” Hugh insisted.
“I bet you can’t put me in a trance,” Michelle challenged him, warming up to the role of sceptic.
“I bet I can!”
“Fine, let’s do this then,” said Michelle, feeling very sure of herself.
“Wait, what’s the bet?” asked Hugh, putting down the large book on hypnotism on the coffee table in front of them.
“Twenty bucks?” suggested Michelle with a shrug.
“I’m broke,” complained Hugh who unlike Michelle didn’t have a job and was still in school.
“Okay,” murmured Michelle thoughtfully. “How about if I win you have to go out on a date with Trina the new intern from my work?”
Hugh didn’t seem too happy with the idea of another blind date. “And if I win?”
“That won’t happen,” said Michelle confidently.
“It’s real!” Hugh repeated.
“If you win,” Michelle bit her lower lip in contemplation. “If you win then I’ll show you my new set of lingerie I bought today,” she said at last pointing to the shopping bag over by the door that she’d brought home with her. It was a bold suggestion, but she was almost certain the bet was a sure thing.
“What?” blurted Hugh in surprise. He hadn’t been expecting that.
Michelle gave him a teasing grin, “Don’t pretend you aren’t interested.”
“Okay then,” Hugh said after a moments hesitation, blushing heavily. “It’s a bet.”
“Great, so what do we have to do?” asked Michelle, rubbing her hands together eagerly.
“Um,” Hugh stammered again, looking down at the hypnotism book on the table. The thought of seeing Michelle in her underwear had completely blown his mind. “You take a seat here and get comfortable, I need to go get something for the induction, for you to focus on so I can put you into a trance.”
“Better make sure your shirt’s ironed for your date with Trina while you’re back there!” called out Michelle as she settled herself down onto the couch, once again crossing her long tanned legs.
Hugh came back within minutes. Michelle half expected him to bring back one of those old fashioned pocket watches she always imagined hypnotists using, but he actually brought back one of her dad’s metronomes that had a flashing red LED light in the middle of it.
