Games We Played: Hypnotized

Part 3 from Games We Played, and Games We Played – Interlude.

Hypnotism

Friday Night

Earlier in the evening while my sister and I watched TV, I had managed to insinuate my hand into her panties. She had actually unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, and lowered them slightly so I had easier access (which is encouragement to say the least!) But then she had suddenly moved away from me, obviously going to bed as hot and bothered as me. I asked, “Can I help.” To which she responded, “I think you’ve done enough.” Since moving home we have developed a history of playing our childhood games, with interesting results. This evening was my first attempt at ‘outside the game play’ with mixed results. It nonetheless has left me about as horny as I think I’ve ever been in my life.

12:00 Midnight – Still Restless. I couldn’t sleep. I felt hot, was still burning. Laura, my sister, had literally crawled away from me on her elbows, when not a minute earlier she had been grinding her puss into my hand.

12:15 a.m. – Still laying awake in the dark. I still have an erection. Can you get too aroused?

12:30 a.m. – There was no ‘game’ this evening. I was outside the box (so to speak) . . .

1:00 a.m. – Hey, I just remembered MY favorite game! Among all of our various childhood antics, one that had particularly stood out with me was Hypnotist. It brought back a flood of memories. The late at night darkness, sneaking around, the silence, whispers, the smells, the warmth of our beds.

Late at night one of us would steal into the others room, and whisper in their ear, “You are getting sleepy. You are getting sleepy.” We were ‘hypnotizing’ each other, and that was the game. We would come up with some crazy behavior, or sound, or something that the other would have to do the next day. Only WE would know. Our secret. It was hilarious. You would spend the whole next day waiting for the hypnotized act! And when you saw it, the certain walk, the somersault, the asking for a certain ride, you realized that secret connection. Nobody else knew, just us. I could hypnotize her tonight! I could. I could do it.

Now if I could just get my legs to work.

2:30 a.m. – It IS a brilliant idea. NOW would be the perfect time.

I wear a lose pair of boxers and a grey T shirt to bed, and I just stayed in these as I crept down the dark hallway to her room at 2:30 in the morning. This was crazy, she could freak. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. It was pitch black. Her door was closed. I, as slowly as possible, opened the door to her room. The noise of the door opening sounded unbearable, but in reality was just a click and a swish on the carpet. I was standing in her room. Two windows on each side of her bed let in thin bands of light from the street lamps. Her shades were blue, and as my eyes adjusted, there was a soft blue white light glow to the room as an outline of everything became clear. I could see her laying on her back, head turned lightly to the side. Her blonde hair raised up around her head, disheveled. I walked over to her bed sort of bent over and then kneeled by her night stand.

She slept in a double bed, and she had a sheet and light blanket pulled up under her chin. I could see her soft white cheeks and chin, blonde hair, closed eyes. She slept with a little pout as she lay on her back. I could see the rise and fall of her breathing. I sat there, settled in, sort of getting myself comfortable. I needed to calm down. I wanted to start laughing out loud to relieve some stress, and at one point I was even just shaking my arms in the air with my mouth open silently. She didn’t move. I was sitting at the side of the bed where she was closest to the edge, which was the left side as I reached the point of no return. Lifting myself up to my knees, I leaned over the edge of her bed and put my mouth next to her ear. In the split second I was about to speak, it all came back to me: the darkness, the warmth, her hair, her breathing, her smell.

In barely a whisper I said, “You are getting sleepy.”

Pause. I watched her intently as I continued, “You are getting sleepy. I am going to count to ten, and at the end of ten, you will be Hypnotized.”

I was really shaking now, I just thought this could all go so wrong somehow. She turned her head away from me, paused a moment, and then adjusted herself slightly and brought her head back exactly where it was. But absolutely no reaction, no change in her expression.

I proceeded in a soft whisper, “One. Two. Three. Four. Five. You are falling into a hypnotic trance.” I think I just noticed a bit of a smile – who knows. “Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. You are asleep. Totally, deeply asleep. Can you hear me?”

She did not move a muscle. I waited, Nothing.

“Can you hear me?”

She shifted around just a little bit, sort of a stretch.

“Yes,” she just barely whispered, her speaking was directed straight up, not at me.

I continued, “You will not remember this tomorrow. But you will remember to do what I say. If you understand, nod your head.”

She slowly nodded. I could also tell that her breathing was changing.

“Without waking answer me, what you are wearing?”

A pause. She softly whispered, “Gray flannel bottoms. . .”

Another long pause, I was almost ready to speak again.

“. . . and, uh, a white undershirt.”

I asked, “Are you wearing panties?”

“Um, yes – but, not a bra.”

“Did you touch yourself before you went to bed last night?”

“Yes.”

“Did you make yourself cum?”

“Yes – But, I came another time too.”

“When?”

“This evening, while I was watching the TV.”

“Did you touch yourself there too?”

“No, I had help from my bad little brother.”

“Did you let him touch you?”

“Yes, I did.”

I could feel her hips moving around on the bed, I could see the covers rising a bit. She was shifting her hands.

I whispered directly into her ear, “Tomorrow, you will be touched at various times during the day.” I added, “Inappropriately. But you will not notice when it happens.” “And, you will decide to go to bed without your pajamas on – or your panties, tomorrow night. Can you do that?”

She turned her head just slightly to the right, which had the effect that her cheek was brushing right against mine, and it placed her mouth right by my ear. I could feel her warm breath.

She said, “Yes. What do you mean – inappropriate?”

The way she said that word with her mouth was somehow amazing. Her lips were swelling, wet, were pouting and I could feel the warmth of her breath.

“I’ll show you, just a little what I mean.”

And I reached under the covers toward her warm body. I felt her flannel pajama bottoms that tied at the top, and reached my hand under the edge feeling for her blonde puss. I could feel her legs opening, felt her stretch, arch actually, and saw her mouth open; but she kept her eyes closed and said not a thing. Her labia actually felt swollen, bruised. The lips were so open and she was wet, soaking even on the inside of her panties. I let my fingers slide down through her center and to her backside, and just ran my finger over her anus.

I held my mouth right at her ear, her cheek on mine, as I breathed my warm words on her, “this is what it might be like.”

“O,Ok,” she turned her head left.

I brought my hand back up through her center, and with my middle finger, pressed it briefly into her vagina and continued rubbing upward around her clit, as she pushed her hips up into my hand.

She just said, ” mmm, Ok.”

I could smell her sex rising from under the sheets. God she smelled good! Her warmth, the warmth of her body under the sheets, her legs open in the dark pushing against my hand. I wanted this to last forever, but I pulled my hand from her panties, and let it drift up her abdomen, let it rest just below her navel. Softly stroked her.

“I am going to count in reverse now, sweet.” And as I said that, I let my hand wander up to her breasts, feeling one then the other under her T. Felt the nipples contract under my touch.

“Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five.” I let my hand wander back to her abdomen – I just had to feel that blonde little pussy one more time. I reached just under the edge of her panties. “Five. Four.” I withdrew my hand. “You are waking from your hypnotism, you will now continue in your normal sleep. Three. Two. One.”

She lay there quietly, and then slowly turned on her side away from me as I withdrew from her and stealthily moved back to my room.

Saturday

It was Saturday, and I slept really late – not a surprise since I basically had not fallen asleep until about sunrise this morning. Immediately though I remembered what happened. Did I do that? It just all seemed too unbelievable. Yes, I could still smell her on me.

I got up, put on a pair of sweats and left my grey T shirt on. I went into the kitchen, and there was Laura leaning over the counter on her elbows with a newspaper and cup of coffee, still wearing her gray pajama bottoms and t shirt (no bra). She was normally dressed, but this was her typical morning position, especially on weekends.

I walked into the kitchen as nonchalant as I could, and said, “Good morning. Sleep well?”

I came up behind her as I was talking to her (as was my habit these days) and just lay my hand on her waist, but then let my fingers slip lightly just beneath her bottoms and panties to the point where I could feel the wisps of her blonde hairs rising up from between her legs. She pressed her back into my chest (as also was her habit), but then she also tipped her head back onto my shoulder and turned her head so that her cheek was touching mine.

“Oh, I slept pretty good. I had so many dreams, but I can’t remember any of them.” I could feel her warm breath on my ear, could feel myself getting hard.

She remained lightly pressed against my chest and I could smell her hair. I reached a little lower and inched my fingers between her legs, and sort of rolled her puss lips in my fingers, one then the other, very slight and very light. God she was wet already. She pressed her bottom against me as well, and I knew she could feel my cock rising against her.