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Table of Contents

Frontmatter

Hypnotizing my Little Sister's Best Friend

Hypnotizing my Big Brother's Best Friend

Hypnotizing my Sleeping Little Sister's Best Friend

Sharing my Little Sister's Best Friend

Letter from the Author

Other Books by Ellen Dominick

Copyright

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I’m late!

I run through the carved wooden doors that lead to the lecture hall. Normally I’m here way ahead of time, sitting in the front seats right in front of Professor Mesmer. But I was up all night gaming on my Xbox. I never even heard my alarm!

I throw my bag down in one of the seats in the back of the hall and grab my laptop, the text book, and some paper. The lecture has already started and the professor’s voice barely carries into these high seats. It’s like I’ve gotten bad tickets at a concert.
 

“Hey Trevor,” Lindsey says. “What are you doing back here with us delinquents?” She laughs and twirls a bit of her long hair around her finger. She doesn’t even have a single piece of paper on her desk. Typical Lindsey.

Lindsey is surrounded by guys. Jocks to be precise. Guys totally not like me. I can tell that they are wondering why she’s even talking to me right now.

“Hey,” I whisper. “Slept through my alarm.”
 

Lindsey laughs again and the guys around her laugh too. I just turn my attention back to the lecture. I didn’t even get to study last night, so I’m not sure what she’s talking about.

“Hypnosis was first defined in 1853 by James Braid, but you are all probably more familiar with my great ancestor Franz Mesmer...” she says.

This is exactly why I’ve waited until senior year to take this class. What’s the point in learning old, outdated things like hypnosis? I’d much rather be taking another computer programming course. That’s way more useful than some pocket watch swinging mumbo-jumbo.

“It was once believed that hypnosis could force a person to do anything the hypnotist suggested. However, recently it has been found that subjects only act on suggestions they actually subconsciously want to do,” Professor Mesmer said.”In other words, you can’t force someone to do anything they don’t want tod o with hypnotism.”

So what’s the point in that, I think.

I open up my laptop and look up hypnotism myself, ignoring the professor for a while. It’s not until she starts to end the class that my ears perk up again.

“We’ll have a group project for this unit of the class,” she says.
 

The class cheers, already beginning to plan who they will work with. I groan inside, because I know I’ll just end up doing most of the work.

“It will be a week long, and you’ll be attempting to hypnotize one another. Then you will record your results in a journal due next week.” She pauses to hand out papers with our project instructions and small pocket watches. Then she starts again.

“You’ll be working in pairs that
I
assign...” she says, and the class groans. “So listen while I call out your names.”

It seems like it’s forever before she gets to me.

“Trevor Zigman, you’re with Lindsey Hill,” the professor says.

I look over at Lindsey and she is already looking at me, smiling. The guys around her don’t look too pleased, though.

When class if over, we meet outside of the building to talk about the project. Lindsey sits on a little concrete ledge, only holding the project paper and a tiny purse. She looks up at me and grins.

“I’m glad that we got put together,” she says.

“Really?”

“Well, it would be too embarrassing with anyone else. You’ve known me forever.”

“But aren’t you afraid to be seen with such a dork?” I’m joking. Kind of.

She play punches me in the arm.

“Whatever! You’re more like a big brother to me,” Lindsey says.

“Yeah, and you’re my ditzy little sister,” I say and she punches me again. “Sorry! Sorry! Jeesh. Let’s head back to my dorm and get started on this stupid project.”

We start walking and after a while I begin noticing how Lindsey
really
looks. In my mind, she was always the bratty little kid who hung around my little sister. It was just like I had two sisters, that’s all. But with her here so close to me, I’m having other thoughts.
 

For example, I’ve never noticed how her tits are so large that they jiggle under her shirt with every step that she takes. Or how her hips have filled out into soft and round curves after her skinny, gangly, teenage days. No wonder she has guys chasing after her even though she’s only been on campus a few months.

When we get to my dorm, I hesitate before opening the door.

“Wait right here,” I say.

I run inside and throw the magazines covered with naked women into the space under my bed. I throw some stinky socks and underwear underneath there too, just for good measure. Okay, now it looks semi-presentable.

I open the door for Lindsey.

“Sorry about the mess,” I say.

“I’m used to it,” she says as she steps in. “Boy’s dorms are always gross.”

She plops herself on my bed, bouncing on the cheap box-springs, and looks around. Her skirt is so short that I have to stop myself from following her long legs all the way up to her exposed panties.

“I’ve seen worse, “ she says.

I pull out the text book and look over the instructions Prof. Mesmer gave us. It seems simple enough.

“Hey, did you read the chapter on hypnosis?” I ask.

“Um...”
 

I hand Lindsey the textbook. It’s open to the page with instructions on hypnosis.
 

“Here, all you have to do is read this and swing the pocket watch. You can go first, okay?”

“I guess.”

“Just don’t do anything too weird,” I say. Lindsey just smiles at me and doesn’t answer. Well, that’s not too reassuring, I think.

“Sit here,” she says and points to my desk chair. I sit and she brings out the pocket watch.

“Okay,” she says. “Focus on this pocket watch and feel yourself relax....”

As I watch the watch swinging from her fingers, I feel all the muscles in my body loosen. Her voice and the watch seem like they are the only thing in the room. My breath gets slower and deeper, and then there’s darkness.

When I open my eyes, Lindsey is standing in front of me with a grin on her face.

“This hypnosis stuff is easy,” she says. “I never knew that you had a crush on me all this time.”

“What?!” I start to sputter, but she bursts out laughing.

“Just kidding. I didn’t make you tell me your deep dark secrets. I
did
find out that you spend way too much time playing video games, though.”

“Ha, ha,” I say. I grab the pocket watch from her. “Okay, my turn.”

Lindsey sits on the chair and I start to swing the watch. I read from the text book as I’m talking to her.

“Focus on my pocket watch. Feel yourself relax. Just listen to my voice and let yourself fall into a relaxed state.

Take a deep breath in, hold it, and let it out slowly. Feel your muscles get loose. Another breath...”

As I’m talking, Lindsey is breathing as I’m telling her. I see her chest rise and fall with my words.

“Good. Now you feel very tired. It’s difficult just to keep your eyes open. You feel them growing heavier and heavier until you just can’t keep them open anymore. Your eyelids are so heavy that they’ve fallen shut.”

Just as I said, I see Lindsey’s eyelids gradually lower and close. Wow, is this actually working? I decide to check.

“How do you feel, Lindsey?” I ask.

“Good,” she says. She almost sounds drunk.

“Raise your hand for me Lindsey.” She does, slowly raising it into the air.

“Ok, drop your hand,” I say. She lets it fall, crashing into her lap. Ooh, I think. This is going to be fun. Let’s start with something easy.

“What’s your favorite movie?” I ask.

“The Notebook,” she says.
 

“What’s your favorite TV show?”

“Real Housewives of New Jersey.”

I get a pretty naughty idea in my head. What if I ask her some slightly more
personal
questions? I feel kind of bad, since she went pretty easy on me, but the bulge in my jeans urges me on.

“Do you like sucking dick?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says. She didn’t even hesitate. So far so good.

“Suck my dick Lindsey,” I say.

Instead of doing what I ask, her eyebrows furrow. Her eyelids are twitching. It almost looks like she is going to wake up, and I start to panic.

“You love ice cream, don’t you?” I say. Maybe something innocent will calm her down.

“Yes,” she says. It works, at least this time. Her face is calm. I should probably stop and wake her up, but I want to give it one more try.

“You like teasing boys, don’t you?” I ask.
 

“Yes,” Lindsey says. She smiles and licks her lips, adjusting her breasts so that I can get a better view of them. Even under hypnosis, she knows how to get a guy hard.
 

Okay, one more try.

“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” I ask. I almost expect her to break out of the trance and freak out.

Lindsey slowly rises out of her chair, walks over to me, and throws her arms around my neck. Then she stands up on her little tip-toes and locks her lips with mine. I almost fall over. Lindsey’s breath is deep and her tongue is probing at my lips, hot and trying to get inside.

I wasn’t expecting any of this! My heart is beating so hard that it hurts, but I open my mouth to her. Her tongue slides over mine and I taste her saliva mixed with her sticky lip gloss. Lindsey’s hair falls into my face and I’m covered in the smell of her flowery perfume and shampoo. It’s intoxicating.

Then, as quickly as she began, everything stops. Lindsey steps out of my arms and seats herself in her chair as if nothing happened. I wonder if I imagined it, but the hardness in my pants and the taste on my lips aren’t imaginary.

I look at the clock. Shit, it’s late. I’ve gotta get her out of hypnosis, so I pick up the textbook again.

“You did a good job, Lindsey. Now, when I count to three, your eyes will open. You’ll be wide awake, aware, and free of the hypnosis. You won’t remember anything that happened while you were hypnotized.” I cross my fingers and hope that it works.

Lindsey’s eyes slowly flutter open. She looks like she’s just come out of a deep sleep and she yawns, stretching her arms. She looks around and almost freaks out, but she remembers why she’s here.

“So how did it go?” she asks. When she checks the time on her phone, her brow furrows. “Why did it take you so long? What were you doing?”

“Ah, well...I had a lot of trouble getting you hypnotized, don’t you remember?” I ask. She just looks at me, narrowing her eyes.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything, I swear,” I say and cross my heart. “Besides, what would I write for Mesmer’s journal if I did?” Crap, what
will
I write? I can’t say that I asked if she sucked dick, now can I?

“Fine. Just remember, no funny business. Or else I’ll get back at you when it’s my turn,” Lindsey says.
 

As soon as she leaves for her own dorm, I slam the door shut and lock it. I stand, leaning against it and breathing deeply. I can’t believe that happened. I made Lindsey kiss me. But how? I couldn’t get her to suck me. Thoughts keep racing through my head and I feel like I’ve just barely gotten away with a crime.

I’m scared. What if she finds out? What if
Mesmer
finds out? But more than that, I’m excited. What
else
can I make her do?

I turn on my laptop and open up every website I can find about hypnosis. I read article after article with the same information.
Hypnosis is not recognized by the scientific community
....
Unlikely to be effective....Predominantly the placebo effect...Cannot be used to force a person’s actions
.
 

Those are the scientific articles. But by the time I get to the dark corners of the Internet, I find no shortage of tips on how to get just what I want. It’ll take some time and patience, but I think I can do it in three days. By the time I shut my computer down for the night, I have a huge reference file full of notes. I’m totally going to pass that test, and I’m going to get a little something else out of it too.

The next day I can’t wait for our hypnosis session. The tips from the Internet are buzzing around in my mind and I can barely concentrate on any of my classes. After class I go back to my room and organize until my dorm looks spotless. We were supposed to start at 5pm, but she’s late, as usual.

Then I hear a knock.

“Trevor? It’s me, Lindsey.”

I want to jump out of my chair, but I force myself to walk to the door. I try to open it as if I haven’t been spending the last 30 minutes staring at the time.

“Hey, what’s up?” I say.

Lindsey pushes the door open and walks past me. “We’re supposed to be doing this class project, aren’t we? Let’s get started.”

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