The Hypnotist

"Gwynne, I'm going to come!" I cried.

"Mmm-hmm!" she replied, pulling her lips up to wrap them tightly just below the crown of my cock head.

She pulled insistently, and then she moaned deliriously as I came in her mouth. She gulped down my sperm loudly, moaning and shuddering all over as she did. I stared at her face, unable to accept that this was my sister, but she looked impossibly happy as she drank my semen.

"Oh, God, I'm coming," I whimpered.

"Mmm-hmm!" she moaned happily.

"I can't believe I'm coming in your mouth," I added, even as I watched her gulp it down.

I shuddered again and again as she drained me, staring in disbelief at her face the entire time. When she finally extracted every drop she could pull out of my supersensitive shaft, she sat back and smacked her lips before running her tongue around them. I looked at her happy expression and shook my head. There wasn't a trace of guilt on her face, but I was in turmoil and felt completely guilty.

"Why, Gwynne?" I whispered. "Why did you do that?"

"Because I really needed it," she replied, looking at me like it should be obvious. She smiled. "You really needed it too, even though you couldn't admit it."

"But...I'm your brother," I groaned weakly.

"Yes, but you promised to help me," she countered. She shrugged, as if it was no big deal. "I was thinking about what you said, while I was at the hypnotist's office. You told me you would do anything you could to help me. It's a nice sentiment, and I have appreciated the emotional support," she squeezed my thigh, "and the nice hugs, and of course letting me move in with you was huge. But then I started thinking, what could Mitch actually do for me?"

I nodded, because I understood exactly what she meant. There had been plenty of times I had felt completely helpless as Gwynne had struggled with her addiction, and I had wished there was something I could do; some way I could be more helpful.

"I couldn't help it," she continued with a wry smile. "As soon as I thought that—'what could Mitch do for me?'—I pictured you naked."

Her hand slid over and gave my shaft a squeeze, and her eyes and nostrils flared when she watched it throb in her grasp.

"I only saw it for a moment the other day, but I thought your dick looked really good. Nice and thick. I started salivating as soon as I thought about it, and I felt guilty when I started getting wet. But then I realized not all of my frustration lately has been from trying to quit smoking. I was really horny, too."

I felt my dick already hardening, and kept my eyes locked on Gwynne's, hoping that she wouldn't notice. She was still looking into my eyes, but then her hand started slowly stroking my shaft. Because I was still so sensitive, I bit my lip and shuddered. She saw me do it and gave me a soft smile.

"After that hypnosis session," she continued, "I wasn't craving a cigarette any more. However, it just made my craving for sex more obvious. As soon as I thought it all through, it made perfect sense. You needed sexual release every bit as much as I do. With your busy schedule, you weren't going to get the chance to meet anyone. I don't want to try dating someone until I have quit smoking and know I have it under control."

I nodded as she laid it all out. There was undeniable logic behind everything she said...

"But you're my sister!" I blurted. "You and I can't do this, Gwynne. It's wrong, and you know it."

"You love me, don't you?" she asked softly.

Her hand was stroking me faster, and despite my internal turmoil my dick was rapidly returning to its full, throbbing hardness.

"Of course I do," I gasped.

Her eyes blazed. "It felt really good when I sucked your dick, didn't it?"

"It was incredible," I admitted, shaking my head helplessly.

"Mmm, yes it was," she purred, "So much delicious, hot cum for me. I really needed that." She turned and slid her right leg over my lap, so that she was straddling my thighs. "But now, I really need this," she said, and groaned as she lowered her soaked pussy onto the head of my cock.

My eyes shot down in disbelief once again. I had been under the impression she was wearing baggy shorts, but it was a skirt. It spread over my lap, concealing the way her hungry pussy was swallowing my dick.

"Ohhh fuck," Gwynne moaned, inches in front of me. My eyes took in her lust-contorted face as she seized my wrists and brought my hands up to her breasts. "Your cock feels sooo good. It's really stretching my pussy—oh!—just the way I like it! Oh, fuck! Did you just get even harder? Oh! Oh yes! Fuck me with that huge cock!"

Well, I did get harder. Her tight, wet little pussy felt absolutely perfect as it squeezed my dick and slowly took it to the root. I wasn't fucking her, though. She was the one moving her hips and making that happen. I was just sitting there, staring at her, and trying to figure out why I couldn't think of the words to get her to stop.

"Oh, yeah, squeeze my tits!" she groaned.

I immediately looked down at my hands, realizing I was doing exactly that. She moaned again when she saw me staring.

"You love my tits, don't you?" she panted.

She had started pumping her hips, working her pussy up and down on my dick. I swallowed and licked my lips.

"Hmm, here, I know you want to see them," she purred, and then her hands pulled open the top three buttons on her blouse, revealing a wonderful expanse of creamy cleavage.

I couldn't tear my eyes away. I swallowed twice more as she shakily unbuttoned the last two buttons, and then her blouse opened up. My hands still covered her breasts, and held that part of her blouse over her nipples and areoles. She had to pull my wrists again so that her blouse could slide out of the way, and then I was staring at her magnificent tits and those incredibly hard nipples.

Gwynne guided my hands down to her hips, and she arched her back so that her right breast was right there in my face.

"That's it, Mitch. Suck my tits while you fuck me. Yes! Just like that! Pound that pussy and fill it up! Ohhh, fuck. Your mouth feels so hot on my sensitive nipple. Oh, yeah! I'm gonna come all over that beautiful dick! Oh! Coming! Coming! CUUMMMMING!"

I realized then that I was actually fucking her, now that I had taken hold of her hips. I'd been distracted by that irresistible, mouth-watering breast that had somehow found its way between my lips. There was no denying that I was driving my hips up to thrust into her as deeply as I could. My cock wanted nothing more at that moment. It was pure bliss to fuck my sister's sweet pussy right there on my couch.

It is only in retrospect that I can appreciate just how mentally exhausted I had been. I think I had really been trying to think of the words to say to her, to convince her to stop. Then my mind simply gave up on trying, and I stopped thinking about what I was doing and instead reveled in the intense pleasure.

After she came, Gwynne stopped crying out and just panted and moaned as I guided her up and down on my cock. It made my slurping sounds much louder as I tried to keep sucking her tits while she was bouncing up and down like that. After a few minutes, she shook through another orgasm. She leaned her head forward after those tremors had passed, and her breath was hot in my ear.

"I'll bet it looks incredible," she growled sexily. "Do you want to see it, Mitch? Do you want to see my pussy? I'll bet your cock looks enormous inside my tight, wet little pussy."

She leaned back and lifted her skirt up out of the way as soon as I released her breast from my mouth. It was my turn to groan as I stared at my sister's puffy little pussy. She was right—my shaft looked impossibly thick as it drove in and out of her and stretched her lips wide open. I licked my lips and stared for six more deep thrusts, and then I looked into her eyes.

"It's beautiful, Gwynne," I panted. "Thank you so much for giving me your pussy."

"Oh, it's all yours!" she cried out, "Yours to fuck, yours to suck, yours to fill with all that wonderful, hot cum! Oh my god, I can feel you getting even bigger inside me! Please, Mitch, please come inside me. Fill me up with your sperm and make me your woman forever!"

It made me a little apprehensive to hear her say that last bit, but there was no way I could stop at that point. I was already coming deep inside her before she finished crying out "forever!" Her eyes rolled up in her head when she felt it, and her mouth shot open. I was worried she was about to unleash some banshee wail, but all she did was gasp and shake all over as I flooded her pussy with cum.

She looked absolutely amazing. That image is still seared into my brain. It was obvious that she was having a tremendous orgasm as my cock bucked and pulsed deep inside her and my semen plastered the inside of her snug pussy.

Then, she abruptly fell asleep. It was like a marionette after someone cut the strings. She folded up and slumped to the side. If I hadn't caught her, she would have fallen right off the couch. She looked peaceful and happy, and her breathing was deep and even.

"Gwynne, are you okay?" I asked.

It was tough, though, because I was still coming inside her. That had to be the weirdest sensation ever—of my sister falling asleep in the middle of my orgasm. There was no way that was natural.

I immediately suspected the hypnotist.

Over the next twenty minutes, I tried to wake my sister. She just mumbled "sleepy" and "please stop" but never opened her eyes. It was a relief that she was physically unharmed, but I still struggled to figure out what I should do. Plus, of course, I was even more exhausted after I came down from my orgasmic high.

I managed to drag Gwynne into her bedroom and put her to bed. I think I was trying to figure out if I should take off her clothes, or close up her blouse. In the end, I wound up sagging into her bed beside her and falling asleep.

* * *

Just a few hours later, I was awakened by Gwynne's loud, insistent sucking. It hadn't gotten dark outside yet, so I could see that it was my sister giving me that incredible blowjob. She had taken off her clothes, and still had that same blissful expression on her face when she slid up and started riding me. I was still half asleep, convinced I must be having another incredible dream.

It wasn't until after I came inside her that I woke up fully and was horrified that I had let it happen again.

That was when I called the police.

It was a real shock when they told me there was nothing they could do. Apparently, these "therapy sessions" were protected by confidentiality laws. Unless my sister, or another of this guy's patients, was willing to testify against him, the police were powerless to act. They couldn't install surveillance as I suggested, because that would violate "doctor-patient privilege."

"But he's not a doctor!" I protested.

"I'm sorry sir," the officer replied. "He has the same legal protection. Believe me, I wish there was something we could do. You're not the first person to complain about this guy. We've had him under investigation, but haven't been able to get any of his patients to cooperate."

All the time I was talking on the phone with the police officer, I was struggling to fight off my sister's insistent advances. She seemed amused and unnaturally happy as she tried to tug my towel off of me again, teased my hard nipples with her fingernails, and ran her hand up my thigh until I grabbed her wrist and tried to get her to stop. There was nothing I could do to stop her from planting all those soft, wet kisses on my neck, my shoulder, and my sensitive earlobes.

"I'm sorry, sir," the police officer said again, "Unless your sister agrees to testify against this hypnotist, there's nothing we can do. If you can convince her to change her mind, please let us know immediately."

"Okay," I replied. "Thanks."

I hung up the phone, and dropped it immediately. I had to turn and grab both of my sister's wrists, and she giggled as my towel slid off of me. She started licking her lips as soon as she saw my dick again, and that really bothered the shit out of me. I leaned into her, pushing her back onto the bed and holding her wrists over her head.

"Gwynne! Stop it!" I shouted, and my face was right above hers.

I had to pull my head back as she tried to lean up and kiss me. She was wiggling beneath me, and of course she hadn't bothered to put on any clothes. I was mad at the hypnotist for doing this to her, and furious to think he might have taken advantage of her, but I wasn't mad at my sister. I was just frustrated.

She kept trying to kiss me, and I kept trying NOT to look at her incredible tits with those mouth-watering nipples right beneath me. And of course I felt even worse because despite all of my anger, frustration and guilt I was completely hard. Gwynne merely seemed amused and aroused when she felt it. She was acting like this was some sort of game we were playing; like I was teasing her but eventually I was going to give her what she wanted.

If it was a game, she was winning. Her attempts to kiss me had been a distraction, getting me to lean up off of her so that she could maneuver her body beneath me. I didn't figure it out until she wrapped her legs around me and I felt hot wetness engulfing my dick once again.

"Gwynne!" I gasped.

There was nothing I could do to stop it from happening then. The hot, snug, velvety perfection of my sister's pussy had my cock in its welcoming embrace, and it felt incredible. I think I actually let out a sob, but it just felt too fucking good for me to stop, once she had pulled me completely inside of her. I tried, but as soon as I released her wrists to try to get some leverage, she pulled me down and we were kissing.

It made me feel like a bad person when I realized I was kissing her just as hungrily and that I was pumping my hips and fucking my sister's incredible pussy. That didn't mean I could just stop doing it. It just meant I felt worse when I inevitably came inside her again. She wasn't upset at all. My orgasm triggered another spectacular-looking orgasm for her, and she cooed and kissed me tenderly after those tremors rocked her body. I was still coming inside her at that point, and she just smiled up at me and stroked my hair.

"There you go," she murmured softly. "Just let it all out inside me. Oh, Mitch, I love you so much."

"I love you too," I sobbed helplessly.

It was true, of course. I loved my sister. I also felt like the worst brother ever for taking advantage of her like this. And it terrified me to think this would happen again and again.

* * *

It was a huge relief when she actually encouraged me to get off of her.

"We should get cleaned up and go out to eat," she said in a surprisingly normal voice. She smiled and shook her head. "I'm starving!"

She still kissed me several times as we shared a shower for the first time. Her body looked even more amazing as it glistened beneath that warm water. She moaned happily as she soaped up my body, and again when I returned the favor. Then we went to our own bedrooms and got dressed.

Gwynne was still happy, bubbly and funny when we left the apartment and went out to that restaurant, but she never tried to molest me or do anything overly inappropriate. Nobody gave us a second glance except to smile at something clever my sister had said over dinner. It was also reassuring that she didn't look at anyone else lustfully while we were out and about.

That concern had definitely been on my mind. When she returned to her classes on Monday, I couldn't help but picture her going after any guy who caught her eye. While I felt guilty about what we had done, those images filled me with helpless rage.

When we returned to the apartment, I sat Gwynne down at our dining room table and held her hand.

"Gwynne, what did that hypnotist actually say to you?" I asked. "What did he tell you to do?"

"Well, he certainly didn't tell me to come home and have sex with my little brother," she chuckled.

That was reassuring, but only a little.

"Did he tell you to have sex with anybody?" I asked. I swallowed heavily. "Did he tell you to do something with him?"

A frown finally creased her brow as she considered it. After a moment, she shook her head slowly. "No. He never said that," she replied. It was clear she was struggling to remember, though. After a long moment, she shook her head again, her expression cleared, and she smiled happily at me again.

I was waiting for her to say more, but instead she slid into my lap and started kissing me hungrily again. It shouldn't have caught me off-guard the way it did. Really, I should have expected it. For the next half hour I struggled to keep her at bay, but it was tough for me to get out a sentence the way she was all over me like that. At least I had the advantage that we were both fully dressed.

It was another huge relief when she finally stopped kissing me and pawing at me and pouted instead.

"Mitch, why are you being so mean to me?" she asked pitifully.

"Because I'm your brother!" I said loudly in exasperation. I felt like a broken record, I had said it so many times.

She shook her head and planted her hands on her hips, but at least she had taken a few steps back.

"I still think you're being silly about that," she sighed. "But I certainly won't force you to do anything you don't want to." She shook her head again, and turned away. "I'm going to get changed."

I let out a huge sigh of relief and let my tense shoulders drop. It had been an incredibly long, trying day at the conclusion of what felt like an endless week at work. I was simply exhausted. As I retreated to my room, I glanced at my watch. It was already almost eleven. I just felt fortunate that I finally had the next two days off from work. I would need the sleep, and I really needed to figure out what to do about that hypnotist. I quickly stripped down to my boxer-briefs and slid into my bed, letting out a long, quiet moan as my covers welcomed my exhausted body.

When Gwynne came into my room, I cursed myself for not locking the door.

There was simply nothing I could do to stop her. I had no fight left in me at that point. Gwynne slid into my bed and gave me another amazing, noisy blowjob. Once she had me nice and hard and wet, she slid up my body and impaled her pussy on my dick once again. She cried out repeatedly as she rode me. When she tensed up and shook all over, she once again opened her mouth wide and let out breathy gasps instead of the scream I expected.

Then she promptly fell asleep, slumping over next to me in my bed and cuddling up against me. We both slept soundly through the entire night.

* * *

Gwynne actually let me sleep in that Saturday morning. Oh, she still woke me up with another amazing blowjob, but she had left me sleeping in my bed for a couple of hours after she got up and had breakfast. I groaned weakly in protest, but did nothing to stop her. It just felt too good, and I justified my lack of resistance in my mind as I enjoyed that wonderful, wet, sucking mouth.

She'll just win eventually, I thought. No matter how hard I try to fight it, this is how it will wind up anyway. Oh, it feels so fucking good! Damn, listen to her! She loves this.

I groaned again and couldn't help but pump my hips as her amazing mouth gave me such intense pleasure. Gwynne moaned around my pulsing boner when she felt it swelling between her lips, and then she increased the suction to finish me off. We were both moaning loudly as I erupted and she gulped it down.

After she had drained me, I still felt like I was the worst brother in the world. At least I still had the energy to do something about it. I was grimly determined as I got dressed and headed out to my car. I just should have had a better plan in mind before I drove over to confront the hypnotist who had messed up my sister's head.