You Won't Remember This

For a nerd, I'd done pretty well for myself. After years of sneaking around to try to view my older sister in various stages of undress, I had now in a very short period of time seen her fully naked, touched her private parts and even fucked her and at HER request. If that weren't enough, I had total control over her any time I wanted her! Life couldn't get any better for a horny guy! Or could it...

I found that if I left her to her own accord, the previous post-hypnotic suggestion I had given her to find me extremely sexy would tend to wear off, even if slowly. It resulted in fewer and fewer encounters with longer times between them - longer in days not weeks or anything. Yet that was unacceptable to a horny guy my age with hormones raging. But I should tell you of a couple of these encounters, since they tend to lead into the next phase.

After our first fuck, Kathy was acting more like a horny girlfriend than a sibling. It got to the point that I was afraid that mom would begin to notice. She of course would have never expected what was happening in a million years if it didn't become blatantly obvious, so I was only slightly nervous. Plus with me living in my own apartment, she rarely saw the two of us together. Yet, not living at home, I had no idea how Kathy was explaining to mom her more frequent visits, or even if she did tell her.

So next visit I asked her what mom thought about all her recent visits. She said, "It's none of her business. I usually don't tell her I'm coming over here. I just say I'm going out, or maybe just leave without saying where I'm going."

That satisfied my curiosity for the time, especially since Kathy then snuggled up on the couch next to me and asked, "Michael, do you still feel the same as you did that first time?"

"Sure," I said sarcastically, "Wanna feel."

She made a mock face of displeasure and slapped me saying, "You know what I mean."

I took her hand and said, "Yes Kathy, you know we've always been close, confiding in one another. You've been my closest friend basically forever."

Almost before I finished, her mouth was on mine. We began kissing and touching one another and then began removing each other's clothes. She leaned back on the couch, but I got up and took her hand. "Come to my bed," I urged. Naked, with our clothes strewn on the couch, hand in hand we walked hurriedly to my bedroom.

Inside, I turned down the sheets and she crawled up there, making sure to give me a full view of her bare tush with her lips showing between her thighs as she crawled. Looking back before she laid down, making sure I noticed, she asked, "Do you like the view?" I just leaned in and kissed her right over her puffy lips.

With that she laid down with her legs toward me. I was ready to crawl up between them, but then I thought, 'No, she probably expects me to eat her since I just kissed her there.' So taking her legs over each shoulder I leaned down and began to lap at her lips like a cat licking milk from a saucer. She sighed a deep sigh and just let out a low moan of pleasure.

She had obviously prepared for this. She smelled like flowers and she was already soaking wet. I set in to have some fun here and drag out the delight.

"Does it bother you that I don't shave down there," she asked timidly.

With a lick right up between her slit I then answered her, "No not at all. I think it looks so much more erotic this way. Pubic hair has always been sort of the frame to the forbidden." With that she pushed her mound tight to my mouth and tongue.

I began licking from the bottom of her slit to the top right under her clit, spreading the lips wide and tasting the thick juices she was producing copiously. Each stop under her clit brought gyrations of her hips trying to get attention there. I tortured her a bit more and then on the last pass, I opened my lips, passed over her little nub and closed on it. She groaned loudly.

I clamped down on it and began running my raspy tongue over it faster and faster until I was flicking it. It wasn't long until she arched up on my shoulders and had a long powerful orgasm. Only after she began to jerk some from over stimulation did I stop flicking and began to just slowly work it between my tongue and lips. Her hips then slowly began to lower to the bed as if someone were releasing some unseen hydraulic system.

She pulled me up on her and began kissing me with deep passionate tongue kisses, her legs wrapped around my hips. As such, my cock laid pressed between us against her mound. I backed off as best I could but with her legs she pulled me back tight to her and kept teasing. I pulled back again and eventually got it out from between us, but now it was down between her legs.

In this position it was stimulating her as well and her wetness made it feel awesome as it slid along her slit. Each stroke was bringing the head all the way up between her folds and it would catch there as it stroked away again. Then on one stroke it wedged solidly between her lips and we both felt it. With not much more pressure by one of us, it easily slipped right inside her! If she weren't so very wet so that it lubed me so well, I may have cum immediately.

But I was close. Oh I was right there. I didn't move for a few seconds trying to let it settle, but she began moving her hips and with her legs wrapped around me, I could do nothing but enjoy. Soon my body just took over automatically and I was thrusting hard into my sister's wanton pussy.

I began to cum and with each ejaculation the feeling grew stronger. It was only toward the end that I noticed Kathy was bucking hard against me and beginning the throws of another orgasm herself. Hers went on and on and I tried to continue with her for as long as my super sensitive cock would let me. I could feel her nails digging into my back and her calves crushing my sides. But the thought that my older sister was in the throws of and orgasm with my cock in her and losing total control while I fucked her kept me going though it all.

As she slowed with little jerks of her own from the sensations, I relaxed and just let her ride it out. When she was finished, her legs loosened and dropped to the bed and her arms followed. I leaned down and kissed her lips softly, which she returned through our heavy breathing, and then I kissed her left breast and raised up slowly letting my cock slide out. It was semi hard and the feeling of it sliding the length all the way out was great in itself. I then plopped down on my side to her left with an arm draped across her bare chest.

Catching our breath, we sort of snickered to one another. "Who would have thought," she remarked.

"Yes," I answered a bit jokingly still floating in the fantasy just completed, "wouldn't mom be proud. She always wanted us to be close and stay close. How much closer can we get!"

"Oh my god," Kathy muttered almost to herself. "She'd have a heart attack if she ever found out!" And we both laughed at the humor and the irony of it.

As I laid there softly stroking Kathy's silky smooth and soft breasts almost unconsciously, my mind began to run through the scenario that brought us to this point. She on the other hand just laid there totally naked on my bed allowing me to touch her and have my way with her. I began wondering how much of this was control through hypnosis and how much was simple carnal pleasure on Kathy's part.

After all I hadn't done any hypnosis on her since before we'd had our first full intercourse. I began wondering if maybe it was all a farce on HER part. Did she play along to get me to do this, hoping I would feel like it was all my doing and not hold her guilty for her desires?

As if reading my mind, she purred, "You know what would make this all absolutely perfect?"

Breaking my spell I answered, "What?"

Rolling my way, cupping my hand over her breast and looking me in the eye she said, "One of your relaxation procedures." She smiled in anticipation of my answer.

It occurred to me a test that may prove or disprove the reality of her control. "OK," I said. "Roll back over on your back and relax," I said as I began to remove my hand from her breast. But she held it there firm as she rolled back.

Then I said, "sleeping passionately," the post-hypnotic phrase I had implanted before, to quickly get her back to her hypnotic state. Immediately I felt her hand loosen on mine sliding just a bit down. She inhaled and her breathing slowed noticeably. With my hand over her left breast over her heart, I could even swear I felt her heart rate slow down, but that may have just been in my head.

"Raise your hand," I said. It went up as if it was all she could do to lift it without her arm moving. I had a real test that she couldn't fake. I got up and went to the drawer in the living room. I found a straight pin that had been in the collar of a shirt I bought. Holding it by the plastic rounded head, I passed it through the flames of my stove briefly to sterilize it. Then taking it back to my bedroom I leaned in to Kathy's ear and asked her how this felt rolling her nipple between my fingers.

"Feels wonderful," was her breathy answer with a light sigh.

"Then you're going to love how this feels when it touches your nipple," I suggested preparing to stick a pin through it. Now I'm not good with needles myself when I have to have shots and always turn away. But sticking a needle through such a sensitive part of my sister's body was going to be hard even for me.

Playing with it some more it swelled to her excited state. I then took the needle while I held the nipple and poked it lightly - not enough to penetrate. "Ummm," she purred. I pressed it harder so it depressed the tissue and there was an even more enthusiastic "Ummm."

I continued pressing until the tip was buried and she murmured, "Oh yeah keep going." I was surprised how tough the thick skin of a woman's nipple was but I stretched out the nipple and pushed as I watched in horror as it penetrated and came out the far side. A passionate, "ohhh yesss," was all she said. Letting go I stood back to view my work. There was no longer any doubt that she was totally under a fully therapeutic hypnosis. I removed the pin to another "ummm," and put it in the bedside drawer. I was shaking with exhilaration. There was one tiny droplet of blood there on the exit point of her nipple and I took a Kleenex and gently squeezed it. That was it, no sign of what I had done.

I let her rest another 15 minutes for the total of 30 partly to give her the usual 30 minute time and partly to let any remaining pain in the nipple subside for a bit longer. When the time was up I awoke her, but not before telling her she would not remember anything and that when I used that phrase, she would always feel great upon awakening, but never remember what happened during the time under.

This had become every boy's fantasy being lived out. I not only had a sex slave that would do anything I asked, but it was my own big sister. The long time longing to see her body and the lifetime of her being the older, therefore the 'boss' was all just adding icing to the cake. She was mine to play with. Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely!

We dressed and eventually she left. But my fevered brain worked overtime with all sorts of ideas popping up - mostly very bad ones. Settling down some, I began to set some limits on myself. There would be nothing demeaning done to her. After all, in my own sordid way, I really did care for her. For the time I figured, what I had was a pinnacle. Any guy would die to get what I had. I'd just enjoy the present and what happened later was unimportant for now.

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Time went by so slowly when she was gone and I had a very hard time now buckling down to study. And it seemed when I managed to curtail my hormones and delve into the books, she would appear for a "visit". But one thing did keep popping into my brain and I realized all I had to do was suggest it to Kathy.

So before getting into any form of sex this night, I said to her, "I suppose you came for your relaxation treatment."

She grinned an embarrassed girlish grin and nodded yes.

I said, "OK, let's go into the bedroom."

In there, she didn't wait for orders, but just made herself comfortable. "Sleeping passionately," I said and her face became blank. When I was convinced she was under, I told her that when she awakens all relaxed and feeling good, she will of course be terribly horny as well. So horny she'd want to try something new. She'd want to ride me a bit to get me going good, but then she'd want to stop and get off and crawl down and suck me until I cum in her mouth.

I only gave her 20 minutes this time because I was horny myself. I woke her and she laid there for a second just smiling and looking up at me. I was waiting for her to reach out for me to kiss her, but instead, still staring into my eyes, she just began opening her slacks and unzipping them with that far away smile. As she hoisted her hips to slide them down, she said, "Well... Are you just going to stand there, or do I have to beg you to get undressed?"

I began stripping off my clothes and I asked her, "Kathy, you are on the pill right?"

"Sure silly," she smirked. "You don't want a son or daughter who's a niece or nephew do you," and she giggled at her own little joke. I didn't answer because I was now naked, hard and ready.

I crawled up between her legs, but she signaled me to lay down there next to her. I did and with her grin she climbed over me straddling me. She leaned down and suddenly kissed me with her mouth open and her tongue probing. But she broke it off as quickly as she started it, leaning back until her rear was against my cock.

She reached back and lifted up, centering it then slowly pressed down. She was tighter than normal until it split her open and then her juices lubed the opening and I slowly entered her as she lowered herself with her eyes closed to get the full feeling of it entering her. Once she was fully seated she leaned in on my chest, looking right in my eyes and began lifting and falling back but slowly and gently.

After a bit I began to moan, because it was really feeling great. She continued a bit longer smiling as she heard me and saw the look on my face. But then she stopped. She stopped with her rear raised high and she continued then an let my cock fall out. I groaned and she said, "Hold on. I have an idea."

She scooted back to my legs and leaned on her elbows with my glistening cock right before her. "I've never sucked a guy before Michael. I want to see what it feels like, OK?" she asked.

All I could say was, "Sure!"

First she licked it. "It tastes like me," she said. "I like my own taste." She licked it a couple more times and she put the head in her mouth, looking right at me as she did. She sucked it and pulled it out like you would a lollipop, but each time taking in a bit more.

Now I was getting close after her humping it earlier. "Do you want me to tell you when I'm going to cum," I asked.

"Yes, please," she said.

Maybe a minute or so later I said, "I'm going to cum."

She said "Go ahead," and she put the head back in her warm mouth and worked her magic tongue just under the "V" of the head. I exploded and I saw her eyes grow big, but she kept sucking. She sucked it in and I could see her swallowing it as she did.

When I finally quit cumming she was still sucking and milking even the droplets left. I had to ask her so stop because I was becoming sensitive. She crawled back up and kissed me open mouth with cum still in her mouth. Then she immediately stopped and asked, "Do you like your own taste too?" and she giggled.

I just laughed because I didn't think she was serious. But she asked again and I had to answer. "It's OK I guess," I said.

"I loved it. We need to do that again," she said with a genuine sparkle in her eye. "It was so hot tasting us both!"

"So you like your own taste then," I said.

Sheepishly she confided, "Yes, I've tasted it on my fingers."

"Do other girls taste as good?" I asked.

"How would I know," she barked back.

"Well, Denise and you are pretty close," I snickered.

"Blushing deeply and no longer smiling quite as much she answered, "Not THAT close."

"Sleeping passionately," I said suddenly and she dropped down like dead weight on me. I rolled her off to the side and got up. "In the next few days you're going to find you have a strange curiosity to find out what Denise tastes like. You won't do anything about it, but the urge will get stronger as time goes on. Then when you really don't know what to do about this urge, you'll come to me. You'll ask if there is some way I can hypnotize her into wanting it."

"You of course won't remember any of this when you awaken, but what you will remember is that we just made passionate love and you got so into it that you nearly passed out. When I pull out of you, you'll awaken."

With that I crawled between her legs and inserted my now semi-hard cock. Even though she'd just sucked me dry, all this had me recovering already. I began pumping her sleeping body beneath me. She was even more beautiful in this state. At first I had just intended to build back up to hard again, but her softness felt so good and the naughtiness of fucking my unconscious sister was too much. After about 5 minutes of true bliss, I felt it cumming on.

"You'll remember this part," I said as I unloaded into her. Then slowing down and finally stopping I waited, luxuriating in the feel of her thoroughly lubed pussy. Then I leaned down on my elbows with my body against hers and slowly I pulled back, and in so doing I felt her stir under me.

With a jolt she opened her eyes. "Oh my that was awesome, Michael! I think I nearly passed out with pleasure," she said. Her face was red and flushed as if she actually had been close to passing out.

Grinning at her I said, "Well I guess I'll just have to go easier on you next time."

Sternly she said, "You better not!" We both laughed and I got up.

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The rest of the week went slower and slower waiting for the weekend and Kathy's next visit. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind concerning Denise.

Friday came and I got Kathy's call while I was leaving my last class heading for my car. "You busy this afternoon?" she inquired.

"Nothing special, but I'm not home yet. Just heading out. Why? You never ask," I replied.

"Oh, I just wanted to ask you about something," she said, then continued evasively, "I'll see you in a bit."

She arrived shortly after I did. I let her in and as I was putting away my books I said, "What's on your mind that was so mysterious in your call."

She blushed and smiled embarrassed. I always love when my older sister is embarrassed in front of me. But she blurted out quickly, "Oh it isn't anything mysterious like that."

"Well what is it then," I pushed, seeing that she as stalling to find the words.

She stood looking down thinking, fishing for the words. I think she had something planned out, but standing face to face, she was losing her nerve. Finally she said, again blushing and with a sheepish grin,"OK here's the thing. Remember the other day when I tasted myself and you said, does it taste like my friend Denice?"

"Yeah..." I said slowly. There was a pause and I said, "So you have tasted her!"

"NOOOO!" she emphasized.

"Well, what then?" I asked, as if I didn't know.

"Well, I just can't get it out of my head..." she said hoping that would suffice. But then she added, "I've never had any... you know... bi experiences. So why is this stuck in my head?"

I sat down and she did too but she sat on the edge of her chair. "I suppose, if my psychology is right, that maybe somewhere in your head you're wishing you could try it maybe once," I said trying to be stoic about the way I put it, and acting a bit uneasy about discussing it.