Obviously, by the deadpan look on her face, she appeared as if she was drugged or sleepwalking. With him uttering just the one, single keyword, Beetlejuice, and with her already under his previous hypnotic suggestion, Emma was immediately hypnotized again. She said she couldn't be hypnotized. Bullshit. She said that no one could hypnotize her. Bullshit. Yet, here she is standing before him not only hypnotized but naked and ready for sex.
"Albert, you can't hypnotize me. I'm one of those people who can't be hypnotized. People have tried to hypnotize me before and they can't," she said. "Why do you think I'm still a virgin? Every party I've been to, there's been some pervert who's tried to hypnotize me in hopes of getting in my panties."
She was always acting better than him. She was always acting holier than thou. As if daring him to hypnotize her, daring him to strip her naked, and daring him to have sex with her, he couldn't wait to hypnotize his sexy sister. The only thing wrong with him hypnotizing her and having her strip herself naked so that he could have sex with her was that he was her brother. They were blood related and what he was doing with her now was incest. Okay, even if they weren't blood related, theoretically, it's not cool to hypnotize women to strip naked for sex but seriously who would know? If no one knows a crime was committed except for the criminal who committed the crime, then theoretically a crime was never committed. Right? Makes sense.
With him not having much experience in hypnotism and with him just a novice student of the art of hypnotism, he wondered if the women had a memory of being hypnotized. He wondered if they knew they were stripping themselves naked. Perhaps they knew they were stripping naked but couldn't stop themselves from stripping naked. As in the case of his mother, he wondered if she remembered having sex with her son in the way that he remembered having sex with her and in the way that he was about to have sex with her daughter. The only way he'd find out if they had a memory of being hypnotized is to have someone hypnotize him. In the meantime, more focused on what happens now, he'll just play this out and not worry about the repercussions of his actions today, tomorrow.
Yet, even if he knew that the women he hypnotized for sex had a memory of him taking sexual advantage of them, especially now with Emma standing before him naked as the ultimate temptation, there was no way that he wasn't going to have sex with her. There was no way that he wasn't going to push her back on his bed, mount her, pound her pussy, and fuck her hard. There was no way that he wasn't going to give her a hypnotic suggestion to suck his cock so that he could finally know what it feels like to cum in his sister's mouth. Now that he had gone this far and now that she was naked, there was no way that he wasn't going through with having sex with his sister even if he knew there would be consequences and she'd remember it all.
After she was just in a rage yelling at him and ready to physically assault him as she did before by slapping him, her lifeless and expressionless eyes were devoid of any emotion. Did she know she was now hypnotized? Was she aware that she had no conscious control of what she did and, moreover, what he was about to do with her body? Did she know she was standing before him, her brother, naked? Did she know that he was standing before her, his sister, naked? Did she know that he was about to have sex with her? Or was she just in a semi-awake, semi-conscious trance with her conscious mind in a state of flux while obediently obeying by her sub-conscience to allow him to do anything sexual to his naked sister?
A new practitioner to hypnotism and hypnotic suggestion, he was learning something new every day. Before he hypnotized her, being that she wouldn't have sex with him unless she wanted to have sex with him, she's already made it crystal clear that she's not sexually attracted to him. She's never shown him as much as her bra strap in a down blouse and he's never seen her panty in an up skirt. Always the modest, reserved sister, being that he never saw any part of her sexy body is probably why he yearned to see her sexy body, and now here she is in all of her naked glory.
Yet, like mother like daughter, if she was anything like her mother, with his mother all over him and his cock, he knew that his sister would give him hot, incestuous sex too. Two peas in a pod, she was just like her mother. Interesting that for her to strip naked in front of him told him that she's always sexually wanted him. Perhaps, she wants him as much as he wants her. Perhaps, now that she's not a virgin, that part of her has released her to be more the slutty sister than he needs her to be.
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Now totally and submissively under his spell, he had complete control of her naked body. When she walked to him to take his big cock in her small hand, even after all of the sexual fantasies that he's had of Emma masturbating him, the feel of his cock in her soft hand was like nothing he had ever imagined. This was real. This was it. This wasn't a sexual fantasy. Finally, he was about to have sex with his sister.
He stared down at her holding his erect prick while she stared up at him fondling the head of his cock with her manicured fingertips. Not forcing her and not commanding her, he couldn't believe that his sister willingly walked to him and took his cock in her hand. Every time she looked down at his stiff prick, he became even more sexually excited that he was so nakedly exposed to his sister. Every time she looked up at him, he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her, really kiss her, French kiss her. Only, he feared that if he so much as touched her that he'd awaken her from her deep sleep.
As if she was a seven course meal, mostly dessert, and he was a starving man, unable to control himself any longer, going for broke, Albert took his sister in his arms and kissed her, really kissed her. He passionately kissed her in the way that he'd dreamt of passionately kissing her in his sexy dreams a thousand times. The first time kissing his sexy albeit bitch of a sister other than on her cheek, on her forehead, or on the top of her head, her kiss was all that he had imagined. Her lips were so sweet and so soft and she smelled like peaches. Indeed, with her so soft, sweet, and vulnerable, yet still sexy, he liked her so much better this way.
Something he figured he'd have to do, even with her hypnotized, he didn't have to force his tongue between her lips to part them for her to French kiss him. Surprising him, ready for him to French kiss her, she opened her mouth when kissing him. Shocking him, she freely and willingly complied with his brotherly passion with her sisterly passion and French kissed him. Seemingly so sexually ready to have sex with him, she acted as if she wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss her.
In the way that she took control of his kiss with her lips and with her tongue, she kissed him with even more passion than he kissed her. An amazing kiss and a kiss that he'll remember the rest of his life, suddenly, putty in her sisterly hands, he felt that he was the one hypnotized. He felt that he was her victim and she was the predator ready to have her wicked, sexual way with his naked body when, indeed, it was the other way around. In the way that she returned his kiss with such intense passion, he felt like the vulnerable one. With him so lustfully ready to have sex with his sister, even with him hypnotizing her, he felt as if she was the one now in control of him.
Wow what a kiss! What an incredible kiss. An even better kisser than his mother, never has anyone kissed him like that. Unable to get enough of her soft, sweet lips, kissing and kissing her, he couldn't stop kissing his sister. Kissing and kissing him, she returned all of his kisses with as much passion as he kissed her. Kissing and kissing her, he never thought kissing his bitchy sister would be this sexually exciting.
A kiss that no naked brother should ever give his naked sister and that no sister should ever return, their first kiss was a long, wet passionate one. Kissing and kissing her, their kisses continued with him reaching down and behind her to feel her sweet, firm, naked ass with one hand before reaching up to feel her abundant, firm breast with his other hand while fingering her emerging nipple. Curious to know if she was as wet as he was hard, he reached his hand between her legs to finger her pussy. Sliding his finger along her pussy slit, teasing open her closed clam lips, he inserted his finger inside of her to the delight of her gasp.
Between him kissing her and him fingering her pussy, she swooned. She was swooning. His sister was swooning over him and over all that he was doing to her. Never did he ever think that his sister would ever swoon over his touches and his kisses. She was wet alright and already wet enough for him to enter her, penetrate her, and to pound her pussy. Using one finger to rub her clit while continuing to kiss her, he penetrated her deeper with his other finger as if he was fucking her with his cock.
Wanting to know what it would look like and needing to know what it would feel like, he couldn't wait for her to fall to her knees to take him in her mouth and suck him. With his hand around his cock stroking himself, whenever he sexually fantasized about his sister while masturbating, he always imagined her sucking his cock while he fondled her big, C cup breasts and fingered her nipples. As if he was her whole world and as if she wanted to suck him as much as he wanted her to suck him, he couldn't wait to watch her looking up at him with her big, brown eyes with his cock buried deep in her nearly virginal mouth. With his hard, hairy prick buried in her soft, sweet mouth, he imagined putting a gentle hand behind her head and caressing her long, black hair while staring down at her pretty face while she sucked and stroked him.
